Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 49 The Richest Man in Hantun
Principal Wang was silent for a while after hearing He Ping's words, "What are you trying to do?"

He Ping chuckled, "It's just a random idea, mainly to help our elementary school improve the teaching environment and the living conditions of the teachers. The conditions in our rural areas are not easy, and it is worthy of respect whether the teachers and students can persevere. I just wanted to help."

He Ping said it easily, but President Wang didn't think so. In this era, He Ping's ideas are undoubtedly very bold, but also very challenging.

What moved President Wang the most was He Ping's words "I just want to help a little bit". Under the influence of ancient sages and sages, scholars always think that if you are poor, you will be alone, and if you are rich, you will benefit the world. what he longed for.

Thinking of a few days ago, He Ping had begged for a batch of tables and chairs from the Cultural Affairs Bureau, and today he was helping the school to improve school conditions.

Principal Wang stared at He Ping, his eyes flushed, and said slowly, "Writer He, I've made you worry."

"What are you talking about? I am from Hantun. Dingtun Primary School was established with great effort by the brigades near us. All the students who go to school here are our children. I look forward to Dingtun Tun Primary School can get better, and I hope that the teachers of the primary school can get the treatment that matches your efforts."

He Ping said sincerely.

Principal Wang held He Ping's hand tightly, and said firmly, "Okay, since that's the case, I will definitely do my best."

"This matter can't be rushed. You should prepare first. I'll contact you first. I'll discuss it with you when I have a letter."

After negotiating on Principal Wang's writing, the foundation of the copybook business is considered to be stable.

The next step is to raise funds and straighten out the relationship between the printing factory and the Education Bureau. It has to be done step by step. It is not easy for him to do something in this era.

He Ping bid farewell to President Wang and returned to Hantun. Just as he was about to enter the gate of the chicken farm, a voice came from behind him, calling him.

Looking back, it was Kan Lijun, the postman of the commune.

"Here!" Kan Lijun stopped in front of He Ping on his bicycle, and unloaded a large bag from the bicycle.

"What is this?"

"I don't know either. Anyway, it was mailed by the magazine. Here is a registered letter. You can read it yourself."

"Okay, thank you."

Kan Lijun left in a hurry after delivering the things. He Ping saw that he carried a lot of packages on his bicycle. It seemed that he had a lot of work today.

He Ping took the package to the hatching room of the chicken farm, and Han Zhaojun came in from outside, "Brother He Ping, what is this?"

"I don't know, it's from the magazine."

While talking, He Ping opened the registered mail, and after reading it, he realized that these packages were all letters from enthusiastic readers.

He Ping published "The Heartbroken" and "The Rural Teacher" in "Science Fiction World" twice before, which aroused heated discussions and welcome from readers. Many readers wrote letters, some expressing their support, some discussing the plot of the novel, and some want to know the author.

The "Science Fiction World" magazine packaged and mailed all the recent letters to He Ping, hoping that He Ping could select some letters from readers to reply.

"Good guy! So many letters are sent by people who read books?" Han Zhaojun exclaimed. It was the first time he knew that he had to send a letter to the author after reading a novel.

Readers are not in a hurry to reply to letters. It is impossible to reply all of so many letters. We can only pick out some representative letters and reply a few more.

What He Ping was more concerned about was the remittance slip. The "Country Teacher" he contributed to "Science Fiction World" had already been published, but "Bring Her Eyes" had not been published.

Sure enough, there were two remittance slips, one was 198 yuan, and the other was 223 yuan. After calculation, the manuscript fee has risen to ten yuan per thousand words. It is indeed right to submit an article to "Science Fiction World". The conscience of the industry, the price increase is unambiguous.

Counting the savings in hand, He Ping now has as much as 650 yuan in hand, which requires a worker to save more than two years without eating or drinking.

Han Zhaojun glanced at the remittance slip in He Ping's hand, and was a little dazed. The two remittance slips cost more than 400 yuan. He is the richest man in Hantun.

"This...is too much." Han Zhaojun murmured.

"It's okay, the price of "Science Fiction World" has been raised this time. The manuscript fee of ten yuan per thousand characters is much better than that of "Contemporary." He Ping did not forget to complain about the stinginess of "Contemporary" magazine.

The women working in the chicken farm just saw He Ping carrying the package into the hatching room, and walked into the room curiously, seeing He Ping lowering his head and taking out the letter in the package, Han Zhaojun stood there in shock.

"Zhaojun, what's the matter?"

"400 yuan!"

"What 400 yuan?"

"Brother He Ping, the magazine paid more than 400 yuan for the manuscript."

Hey, good guy, what article is worth more than 400 yuan, the two people who came in were dumbfounded.

He Ping shook his head, Zhaojun's mental quality is not good, he needs to strengthen his training, he is also the deputy director of a chicken farm, and he looks like he has never seen the world, only a little over 400 yuan.

By the time he got off work in the evening, the news that He Ping had received more than 400 yuan in manuscript fees had already spread throughout the Hantun brigade.

He Ping felt curious, in such a short period of time, it was not so fast even if one passed on the other.

In the evening, He Ping's house was full of excitement, all the commune members who came to see the excitement kept asking questions about the manuscript fee.

The commotion made He Ping not even have a good meal, and several women in the team began to help He Ping's mediators. In their hearts, He Ping had become the number one diamond king and five in the world within dozens of miles.

Don't look at people living in this small dilapidated house, don't look at people with a tow bottle, don't look at people who don't work hard and don't distinguish grains, they can make money, just write some words on a few pieces of paper, and you can get more than 400 yuan It's not so fast to grab money for a manuscript fee of [-] yuan!
If it is said that He Ping made money for his novels in the past, everyone regarded it as a rarity, but this time there is an essential difference, that is, the amount of manuscript fees has exceeded the imagination of people in this era, and most people will not be able to earn money in this life. I have never seen 400 yuan, but I have two novels.

Terrible, Han Tun has really produced a great writer, and his income is much higher than those who are leaders, right?

Counting the rich households in Hantun, there are only a few in total. Most of them have similar living conditions. There is no gap between the rich and the poor these days. This remittance slip cannot directly create the richest man in Hantun, right?

It was the first time for many people to experience the benefits of cultural knowledge so closely.

In the end, he was forced to do nothing, so the old team leader came forward to drive the group of commune members who watched the excitement home and went to sleep.

That night, how many people in Hantun couldn't fall asleep after dreaming at midnight.

What is certain is that many people from other brigades will also enjoy this process within two days.

(End of this chapter)