Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 312 The Season of Harvest

He Ping was drunk, and on the wine table, he chewed on the old captain's stingy, Zhou Paipi and other words, and the angry old captain's forehead hurt.

"Take it away quickly, drink some cat urine and you'll go crazy." The old captain cursed and asked He Ping to be carried away. If it weren't for the fact that this kid struggled to lift his pants, the pipe pot would have greeted him long ago.

When He Ping woke up again, it was almost noon the next day. As the saying goes, he had nothing to do. He lay on the kang for a long time before getting up, ready to go to the county to buy some New Year's goods.

"Dad, the rice is in the pot." Today's breakfast was made by Xiao Zhu'er himself. He saw that He Ping hadn't gotten up today, so he waited for He Ping to get up after eating.

"Dad knows, you go out and play!"

Xiao Zhu'er ran away after a few steps, and through the window, He Ping saw his own silly roe deer following Xiao Zhu'er's ass, bouncing around.

He Ping was eating when he heard the movement of a car outside, which was a diesel engine.

"Brother, are you here?" Liang Yuejin's voice came from outside the courtyard gate.

"At home, come in."

Liang Yuejin came in from the outside with a smile on his face, "Brother, I heard that you are back, so I'll come and give you some New Year's goods."

He Ping grabbed his rice bowl, "Sit down for a while, I'll eat first."

"It's okay, I'll let someone move the things down first."

Liang Yuejin was followed by two young men, carrying things home one box after another.

"What did you get?" He Ping ate, watching the boxes of things being moved in.

"It's a bit of welfare from the factory, hairtail fish, oranges, rice, pork, etc., and things I bought from the non-staple food store, toffee, walnuts, mackerel, cakes..."

He Ping was not interested in these things at all, but he felt Liang Yuejin's kindness, "It's enough if you want to, and there is no shortage of these things at home."

"Didn't I buy this for my eldest nephew? The kid has a strong mouth and loves to eat everything."

"Look at you, are you making money this year?" He Ping reckoned that Liang Yuejin's delivery of these things to him would be worth at least 400 yuan.

Speaking of earning money, Liang Yuejin smiled, "I was just about to tell you about this!"

He reached into his clothes and took out a passbook, "This is the money we earned from selling books. After deducting the printing, publishing, distribution, and affiliation fees to the publishing house, there is a total of 19 yuan left. You and I Four, here is your passbook."

He Ping took the passbook and put it in his pocket without being polite at all.

"Good job, you can do it boldly in the future." He Ping put down the bowl and chopsticks after eating, and wiped his mouth. "I told Brother Zhenkai yesterday that we will continue to work on the series. The content will be handed over." Give it to him, you can run away with publishing. In addition, I got a lot of martial arts novels from Nanshan, we can try to publish some of these novels."

"Martial arts novels?" Liang Yuejin had read two of them through manuscripts, and they were really good-looking. "Can we publish them here?"

"It's okay. Over the past few years, news and publications have loosened their control over this type of reading material. The sales volume is definitely better than serious reading material. It's best to make it into a series."

"Then let's take the martial arts novels from the other side of the sea and publish them?"

He Ping also thought about this issue before. There is no mention of intellectual property rights in China these days, but it would be a bit embarrassing to do such a thing after time travel, and it is easy to be beaten by a group of author friends at a certain point.

"We find someone to write the manuscript by ourselves. The style can be novelty-seeking. The printing cost should be as low as possible, and the size should be easy to carry. It is best to put it in your pocket, so it is concealed and convenient."

What He Ping refers to are some martial arts novels and popular pocket books in later generations.

Liang Yuejin thought about what He Ping said, and he admired He Ping's whimsy in his heart. He Ping interrupted Rainbow Fart just as he was about to say it.

"You can discuss the rest of the specific matters with Brother Zhenkai."

"Okay." Seeing that He Ping stopped talking about publications, Liang Yuejin asked about the garment factory instead, "How are those little brothers doing in Yangzhou?"

"It's very good. I helped a lot. Brother Zhaokun's place has just opened not long ago. I went there before I came back, and it went well."

"Brother, shall I ask those little brothers to bring some goods back for a walk?" Liang Yuejin had talked about this topic with He Ping before, and he made a special trip to talk about it this time, which fully showed his respect for He Ping.

"You don't need to ask me about this. You can decide for yourself. It's all business. It's not for anyone, let alone your own brothers."

"Okay, then I'll tell them later." Liang Yuejin said confidently, "Next year I plan to marry Jiajia, and after I get married, I won't let her work in the factory. Our printing factory is too If she is too dirty, let her sell clothes."

"Okay, I know I love my wife." He Ping teased.

"Didn't you learn this from your elder brother?"

After the two brothers chatted, He Ping asked Liang Yuejin to stay for a drink.

"No, I have to go back and deliver New Year's goods to Jiajia's family. I'll deliver it from your side first. It's late for Jiajia's father to deal with it."

"Okay!" He Ping didn't try to persuade him any more, and when Liang Yuejin went out, he suddenly remembered something, "By the way, you asked Zhao Bo to bring me a color TV, it would be better."

"Okay, I'll let him do it when I go back."

Liang Yuejin agreed to He Ping's request, jumped into the car and left.

He Ping watched the Dongfeng trucks roaring away from the printing factory, and wondered if he should also get a car that burns oil, because riding a bicycle is too expensive now.

When he got home, he put away the passbook Liang Yuejin had given him, and was about to go out, when a voice called him again from outside the courtyard.

"What day is it today, why are you here?"

The caller was Kan Lijun, who handed He Ping two envelopes when He Ping left the courtyard.

"Yesterday I heard from Chunhua that you are back. This is the one that arrived a few days ago, from the publishing house."

During this period of time, a lot of letters were sent and received. He was so busy that he didn't touch the ground, and after a few words with He Ping, he pedaled away on his bicycle.

He Ping opened the letter, and as he expected, one was a payment bill from the People's Daily Publishing House, and the other was a letter from the editorial department.

The content of the letter is also very simple. "Fugui" has printed an astonishing 200 million copies in the past six months, and has become one of the best-selling novels of their publishing house this year. The payment cycle of Xinhua Bookstore is half a year, so until now Only then did I send him the first payment for the manuscript, and the rest said some words of wishing for good health, flourishing writing, and looking forward to new works.

He Ping opened the manuscript fee point, and the figure of "61003 yuan and 2 cents" was very conspicuous, which made the corner of his mouth grin.

"Today is a good day, everything in my mind can be accomplished..."

Humming a little song, He Ping put the manuscript fee bill and passbook together, and found another 1000 yuan in Da Tuan, and happily locked the door and went out.

(End of this chapter)