Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 18
"132 yuan! 132 yuan!"

Everyone tore open the envelope, ignored the letter from the editorial department, found the remittance slip, and read out the number on it aloud.

Someone seemed not to believe it, and repeated it over and over again, the voice getting louder and louder.

"132 yuan, my God, you can't earn that much money in a year."

"Why don't you say that you are a cultural person? If you write a pen, you can earn more than we earn in a year!"

"It's amazing, our brigade has a great writer, can you make so much money by writing a novel?"

The amazement of the crowd continued, and the area in front of He Ping's house was almost becoming a vegetable market.

In the end, the old captain came out to calm the scene.

"Okay, okay, just watch the excitement for a while, and return the letter to He Ping. It's more than 100 yuan. If you lose it, you will pay for it."

The person who was admiring the money order immediately stuffed the money order and the letter back into He Ping's hand like a hot potato. Good guy, this is more than 100 yuan. If you tear it up and lose it, you can't afford it.

After a while, the enthusiasm of the members finally passed, and the old captain drove everyone home.

He Ping put the letter and the remittance slip in his pocket, and moved today's harvest into his home.

The old captain followed into the house.

"Tell me, boy, what's going on here."

"It's nothing, as you know, I'm really not very good at manual work. I can't be poor and starve, right? Besides, I have children, so I thought about writing something to contribute to newspapers and magazines. I used to write tofu cubes for newspapers when I was in school, so why don’t you just think about it and give it a try, it would be the best if you can earn some manuscript fees, and I published it without realizing it, tell me..." He Ping started talking nonsense That's when Zhangkou comes.

"Okay, I have two brushes. You're useless at work, kid. I never imagined that you have such a skill. Now, it's more than half a year's wages for a worker in the county."

"It's nothing, the main reason is that there are many words written, and the manuscript fee is still quite small. In this calculation, it is only 5 yuan for a thousand words."

The old captain lightly clubbed He Ping's chest with a cigarette pipe, "Alas. It's a good thing. I'll go to the commune to promote it for you tomorrow, and see if I can get some rewards or something."

He Ping smiled happily when he heard this, "Then I thank you for being old."

"That's all I'm saying. When the time comes, it will depend on what the leaders of the commune mean. Don't get too excited."

"understand."

"Give me your magazine."

"What?"

"Nonsense, can you believe me when I go to the commune to talk empty teeth? If you slap this thing on Director Mao's desk, will the power be the same?"

"It's true, you're always thoughtful." He Ping said flatteringly.

The old captain left after speaking.

After a while of purification, He Ping just sat down, and saw three pairs of eyes staring at him, adoring him.

He Ping waved his hand, "Okay, let's divide the things first, and then we'll talk after dividing the things."

There are many kinds of things in exchange this time, which are quite complicated.

What He Ping promised Han Zhaojun at the beginning was to double the return on investment. He first picked out a hundred eggs from the bamboo basket.

"This is your capital, take it first."

He Ping put Han Zhaojun into the bamboo basket he was carrying.

"Brother He, I want to follow you."

Han Zhaojun witnessed the whole process of He Ping's income today. If this business is done well, it will definitely be much better than going to work every day.

He Ping thought to himself, what I'm waiting for is your words.In the future, whether it is hatching eggs or raising chickens, the scale will continue to expand. He Ping is in urgent need of manpower. A good hand at work.

"Don't worry, you should return the eggs you borrowed from others first. We worked on a small scale before, but this time we have made enough capital, and the remaining eggs you have are treated as shares, how about it?"

He Ping has never thought of eating alone. So many years of social experience told him that any plate can only be shared with the bigger and stronger.

What's more, their business still has a hidden worry, and that is the direction of the policy.

Although the policy is gradually loosened now, it is only aimed at the individual economy and small-scale peasant economy in the city. Once their scale expands to a certain level, it is easy to attract the attention of interested people. At that time, a report letter will be enough to make all He Ping's efforts come to an end. He will be wiped out, and he may even be imprisoned.

"Okay, I'll follow you from now on."

Han Zhaojun said firmly.

"And me, and me, Brother He, I want to follow you."

Han Zhaoshe said while jumping.

He Ping laughed loudly, "Okay, both of you brothers will come. But let's say it first, your second brother has eggs to invest in shares, but you don't, so I can only give you wages, and you can't say it's wages to outsiders, otherwise I will become a capitalist Yes, you said it was a subsidy, understand?"

"Understood." Han Zhaoshe was very happy.

"Brother He, don't worry, I will watch him." Han Zhaojun promised.

"Well, I'm relieved to have you looking at me. How about this, Zhaoshe will come to help us, give us fifty cents a day, how about one job a day?"

Han Zhaoshe was so happy that his teeth were exposed, Han Zhaojun hesitated and said: "Brother He, is the salary set too high? He is a boy and a half, and if he contributes to the team at most, he will be counted as half of the salary. This is fifty cents in cash." It's a little too much."

These years, the strong male laborers in the production team are counted as one worker every day. If they work 30 days a month, they are thirty workers. That's only a dozen dollars.

He Ping paid Han Zhaoshe 30 cents a day. If this month is counted as 15 days, it would be [-] yuan, which is definitely a high salary in rural areas in this era.

"It can't be calculated like this. We are working for ourselves, not for the team. The profits we make are our own. Of course, the wages have to be higher."

Seeing He Ping's insistence, Han Zhaojun didn't speak any more, Han Zhaoshe was so happy that he couldn't find his way.

After the matter was finished, He Ping gave Han Zhaojun half of the roe deer meat exchanged today.

"Take this as today's wages, and there will be no wages next time."

He Ping jokingly said that now Han Zhaojun is equivalent to a shareholder of this business, so next time he won't have any wages, he can only share dividends.

Han Zhaojun was not hypocritical, took the roe deer meat, and thanked He Ping.

The two talked for a while, and Han Zhaojun took his brother home.

He Ping sent away the two brothers Han Zhaojun, and the house was clean.

Xiao Zhuer looked at him expectantly, knowing what was going on in that little head without guessing.

"Light the fire and cook."

"Oh! Eat meat!"

Xiao Zhu bounced high, grinned wide, and smirked.

(End of this chapter)