1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 26 Come on, hurt each other
"The Death of Yula" was praised by the editor Rong Shihui and the editor-in-chief Qin Chaoyang of "Contemporary", and publication is no longer a problem, but the specific situation depends on the typesetting and the final publication time.

On the other hand, Lin Weimin also received a reply to the spy war novel that Lin Weimin sent to "Zhong Shan" magazine.

The letter was written by the editor Yu Zhaohuai. He was also the one who picked Lin Weimin out of the many submissions, and later became Lin Weimin's editor.

The content of the letter was very simple. After some manuscript review, the editorial department unanimously decided to publish this novella by Lin Weimin.

At the end of reading the letter, Lin Weimin couldn't help but smile, because Yu Zhaohuai mentioned the remuneration in the letter.

林为民这次的稿酬标准是千字8元，他的这篇中篇全文8万2千3百余字，换算下来足有664元。

In this day and age, an ordinary worker earns a salary of more than 40 yuan, which is regarded as a middle-to-high income, and 664 yuan is worth more than a year's salary of an ordinary worker, which can be called a huge sum of money.

Lin Weimin is full of expectations for the "receipt for the manuscript will arrive soon" mentioned in Yu Zhaohuai's letter.

There is still a future as a writer!

Having tasted the sweetness, Lin Weimin's mentality wavered again.

What Yu Zhaohuai said was accurate. The day after receiving the letter, Lin Weimin received the manuscript fee bill.

It happened to be after lunch at that time, Lin Weimin went to the gate of school D to receive the mail, and when he came back, the big guy saw the mail in his hand.

They are all in this line of work, and many people can see the word "Zhong Shan" on the envelope at a glance.

When I asked Lin Weimin, it was true that the manuscript was accepted, and the manuscript fee bill was sent.

As soon as someone yelled, all the classmates in the boys' dormitory around came together curiously, and asked Lin Weimin to open the email full of anticipation.

Speaking of why everyone is so excited, we have to start with our country's manuscript payment system.

At the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, the economy was poor and weak, and social prices were volatile.A popular method of payment for manuscript fees at that time was to calculate the manuscript remuneration in denominated units.

If an article is published, if the remuneration is 6 yuan per thousand words, the publishing unit will use rice, coal, cloth, etc. to convert the remuneration you deserve, and give you the remuneration in kind instead of cash.

In 1953, the Council of Government Affairs formulated the payment standard for domestic manuscript remuneration with reference to the Soviet Union's "6 print quota system" remuneration policy.That is: 18 to 4 yuan (old currency) per 13 words for a manuscript, and [-] to [-] yuan (old currency) per [-] words for a translation.

至1955年，中国人民银行废除旧币，发行新币（旧币1万元换算成新币一元）。稿酬制度随即也就变为：著作稿每千字6至18元，翻译稿每千字4至13元。

According to the price level at that time, the monthly salary of ordinary workers was only 30 yuan. The price of rice and pork was sold at a price of a few cents per catty. To 6 yuan, the manuscript fee is still relatively high.

然后又到了1958年7月，文化部颁发了第一部统一的稿酬规定。这部规定的名称叫《关于文学和社会科学书籍稿酬的暂行规定》，规定了著作稿每千字4至15元，翻译稿每千字3至10元。

Afterwards, the remuneration standard dropped again and again, until the buzzing period, most of the publishing institutions in the country were paralyzed, and the units that barely supported their operations also automatically canceled their remuneration.At this point, our country has entered a period of zero remuneration for ten years.

After the buzzing ended, in 1977 the State Publishing Administration resumed the remuneration system, stipulating 2 to 7 yuan per 1 words for manuscripts and 5 to 1980 yuan per 3 words for translations. In 10, the State Publishing Bureau raised the basic remuneration slightly, to 2 to 7 yuan per [-] words for manuscripts and [-] to [-] yuan per [-] words for translations.

In the past two years, due to the restoration of the policy, the remuneration standard has changed greatly.Many people in the class have not tasted the changes in this year's manuscript remuneration, so they are naturally very curious about Lin Weimin's manuscript remuneration.

Lin Weimin opened the mail under the expectant eyes of everyone, holding the thin manuscript fee slip in his hand, and Cheng Shixu snatched it before he could see the writing on it clearly.

"Hey ~ more than 600!" Cheng Shixu shouted.

Everyone embraced and stepped forward to watch.

"Not bad, not bad, eight dollars for a thousand characters."

"Zilong, this standard is the same as the one you posted in "People's Literature"!"

More than a month ago, Jiang Zilong's new work "Biography of Factory Director Qiao" was published in the second issue of "People's Literature", and the manuscript fee standard was 2 yuan.

Qu Xiaowei yelled at this time: "Comrades, be quiet, be quiet!"

He waved his hands, silenced everyone's voices, and said: "I think Weimin's novel can't be published without everyone's help and support. Now that the manuscript fee is in hand, do we have to let this kid express?"

Several young people in the class immediately echoed: "It must be expressed."

Lin Weimin turned his face and scolded Qu Xiaowei, "I killed your grandson, why did you help me?"

Qu Xiaowei said very bachelorly: "Yes, I didn't help you. But you can't erase everyone's contribution, have you forgotten? Who lit the lamp and boiled oil to proofread the manuscript for you? And who mentioned it to you? Valuable revisions? It's everyone!"

"That's right!" The others started to boo at Yangzi.

Lin Weimin was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood. Shit|day|, I lent you the manuscript to read, and it became a favor to me?

brazen!Brazen!

Angry is angry, and his small arms can't twist his thighs. Under the raging public opinion, Lin Weimin still compromised.

He thought he was going to bleed anyway, so he might as well be generous, "Okay, on weekend nights, please go to Bianyifang to eat roast duck!"

Everyone shouted.

Just when everyone was happy to kill Lin Weimin, Lin Weimin's eyes fixed on Qu Xiaowei.

This thief grandson had already planned to let you go, but you can't blame me for rushing to die.

"Hey, I said everyone, be quiet, be quiet, and listen to me."

Everyone suppressed their excited cheers and looked at Lin Weimin.

"I think it's not enough to just have a meal at Bianyifang. I remember that we punished Qu Xiaowei last time, but it hasn't been implemented yet. How about we take advantage of this opportunity to have a good time? "

After his reminder, everyone almost forgot about it, and immediately cheered, "Yes, yes, Dong Lai Shun, almost forgot."

"I still have a good memory for the people. There is nothing wrong with it. I have a meal at Bianyifang, and I have a meal at Donglaishun. I eat with my belly open."

Qu Xiaowei looked at Lin Weimin viciously, Lin Weimin pulled Qu Xiaowei over and whispered, "You kid think you can run?"

Qu Xiaowei was angry and helpless, he regretted his talkativeness just now.

Lin Weimin looked at his expression with a satisfied smile on his face, but no one knew.

His heart is bleeding.

Come on, hurt each other!

(End of this chapter)