good old days

That night, when Jin Youdong's youngest son and daughter-in-law came home, they heard him singing happily.

There was a plate of peanuts on the table, a glass of wine and a plate of peanuts, which he drank happily.

Compared with his sloppy look during the day, Jin Youdong had changed out of his work clothes and washed himself as clean as possible. At least the smell was very light when he was sitting there.

"Dad, what's the good thing? I'm so happy."

Jin Youdong asked: "Fuhai, you and your wife haven't found anything to do, right?"

Jin Fuhai's daughter-in-law Zhang Qiaoqiao didn't say a word. She came from the countryside and was very happy to follow the man into the city. However, when she entered the city, she realized how tight the jobs in the city were. She couldn't even be hired as a temporary worker to sweep the streets or pick up manure. When it comes to her man, let alone her, a foreigner, her household registration is still in the village.

Jin Fuhai shook his head, "There was a vacancy at the Educated Youth Office and it was not our turn. We ran outside for a while, thinking we might as well sell roasted seeds and nuts, but we didn't know where to collect melon seeds and peanuts."

Jin Youdong smiled proudly and said: "There are still people who know the reputation of our ancestors. Today, someone came to hire your grandfather to fry seeds."

Jin Fuhai was surprised.

He remembered that the big iron pot at home that was so precious to his grandfather was taken away and smashed. Fortunately, his grandfather was fine. Unless he had no choice but to find a job, he didn't want to go to the street to sell roasted seeds and nuts.

He heard his father boast about his past glory many times, but who knows whether it is true or false? But what he dares to say is that his roasted seeds and nuts taste absolutely delicious!

"Dad, what do you mean is that you are going to work for others and leave the work of cleaning the streets and digging out excrement to me?"

There was still a hint of excitement in Jin Fuhai's tone.

It's not that he wants to pick up shit, it's just that he really doesn't want to be idle like this anymore.

The streets are swept every day, but the manure is not collected every day. He can do this job!

Jin Youdong rolled his eyes at him, "Why are you digging out shit at such a young age? Do you still think our house is not smelly enough? I asked you to roast seeds and nuts for others, don't you know how? You do all the roasting at home during the Chinese New Year, and there are still seasonings at home, no?" I'll buy everything in the afternoon. I'll show others my skills tomorrow. Salty, spiced, caramel, and spicy. I've taught you all about it. Make sure you control the heat tomorrow. Whether you can have a job depends on you. ”

After hearing this, Jin Fuhai geared up and looked at his wife with excitement in their eyes.

When Jiang Xinyu met her roommate in the dormitory on Monday morning, Zhang Xi told her that someone claiming to be the editor of Shanghai Fine Arts Publishing House came to her yesterday afternoon.

Jiang Xinyu's eyes lit up, "Is he a boy or a girl? Where has he gone? Did he say when he would come back?"

Zhang Xi shook his head, "You can ask Yao Xin later. She took someone to look for you at Xinnan Hospital yesterday. You are not in the hospital, and I don't know the follow-up."

Jiang Xinyu wished she could drag Yao Xin over quickly. This guy couldn't get out of bed in the morning. Every time he went to class in the morning, he always stomped into the classroom and looked like he couldn't wake up all day long.

Did the reading she spent so long producing have a good result?

By the time Yao Xin yawned and stomped into the classroom, it was already fifteen minutes later.

Looking at the empty seat occupied by books next to Jiang Xinyu, Yao Xin sat down listlessly.

Jiang Xinyu immediately turned on the small note mode.

"An editor from an art publishing house came to see me yesterday?"

"Yes, you are not in the yard. He said he would come back at noon today and wait for you on the bench by the lake. He said he wanted to talk to you about the picture album. Is your painting finished? Let me take a look at the complete picture."

Jiang Xinyu wrote coquettishly: "If it can be published, I will give you a copy."

She was feeling happy at the moment. If she hadn't taken a fancy to what she sent, how could the editor come in person? After the morning class, Jiang Xinyu met the editor from Shanghai Fine Arts Publishing House by the lake.

"Hello, classmate Jiang, my name is Zhao Weihua, and I am an editor at the Shanghai Fine Arts Publishing House. I know that you have to go to the cafeteria for lunch at noon, so I will tell you straight away that our agency intends to publish the reading materials you sent. You promise to Was this book written entirely by you alone?"

Jiang Xinyu nodded affirmatively, "Hello, Editor Zhao, I promise that I did it alone."

Zhao Weihua nodded, "Okay, I want to read the complete book."

Jiang Xinyu looked at her watch and said, "There is still enough time now. I will go to the cafeteria to prepare some food. Why don't you take the things and go to my house to discuss the specific matters?"

There are people coming and going here, it’s not a place to talk about things.

There was a table in the courtyard, just outside the kitchen. Jiang Xinyu moved out two stools, took out the picture album, and poured water for him.

Zhao Weihua was surprised that there were so many goods piled up in the courtyard, but he didn't say much and looked through the album.

He read it very carefully, and when he turned to the last page, he said: "There is still suspense, and there is no complete ending."

Jiang Xinyu nodded, "The structure of the story is very long. I didn't originally plan to finish it in one volume."

How much can a painting say? It's not words.

Zhao Weihua understood what she meant and thought she was quite smart. Also, it’s not surprising that college students at Huaqing University have fantastic ideas.

"Jiang's painting style is unique, combining Chinese and English, and the content is also educational. Our editor-in-chief thinks your idea for this album is very novel and would like to try publishing it. Let's talk about the cooperation model."

Jiang Xinyu likes his way of talking that goes straight to the topic without being muddled, which really saves a lot of time.

"In other words, if the first volume sells well after it is published, will you choose to continue painting?"

Jiang Xinyu nodded, "That's for sure."

Zhao Weihua then asked: "Which one do you prefer, buyout or royalties?"

Jiang Xinyu took a sip of water and asked, "If I buy out, how much can your publishing house give me?"

Zhao Weihua thought thoughtfully and said: "Classmate Jiang, you should know that this book of yours has never been on the market before. Therefore, our publishing house is taking risks to publish it. The sales volume is hard to say, and the production cost of all the color inner pages is also high." Very high if…”

Jiang Xinyu just smiled slightly and was not in a hurry to interrupt him. What this editor said today was much nicer than what the editor-in-chief of Capital Fine Arts Publishing House said, not to mention that they were interested in publishing her work.

Finally, Zhao Weihua gave a price of 500 yuan.

Jiang Xinyu was naturally dissatisfied with this price.

"Editor Zhao, English is a big course in universities now. It is difficult to say whether it will be listed as a required course in the next few years, or one day English will have a place in the college entrance examination. This book of mine serves as a basic English The enlightenment reading should be quite good, why don’t you talk about the share of royalties cooperation.”

Zhao Weihua knew that college students were not easy to deal with.

"What you are talking about has not happened yet, but I can't absolutely say that that day will not come. If you can ask a professor at your school to write a preface recommendation for you, our publisher can give you 8% if the book is published and sold. The quantity is considerable, and the distribution contract for the second volume also needs to be signed by our publishing house.”