Chen Qing got out of class that day, returned to the dormitory, and hurriedly wrote a letter to Jiang Jun.

It reads: "Jiang Junshu, Shuidong Village, Daling Township, Lantian County, Xijing City, Guanzhong Province." "I wrote the zip code, put a stamp on it, and sent it out.

At that time, the mail was slow, but Lantian County and Shuidong Village were also in the same jurisdiction, and it would be there in a few days.

There are so many people in the village, and there are not many letters at ordinary times, and it is Uncle Song who manages the mailing business, and Uncle Song gives the letter to Jiang Jun.

Jiang Jun thanked Uncle Song, went home and opened it, only to see the letter written:

"Jiang Jun, you must write the rest of the manuscript according to the plot you said. I bet that if I lose, the shoes will be given to them, and if I win, I will win a radio and give it to you. In addition, your manuscript should also be submitted, I hope you can send it to me, and I will help you submit it. Be sure to write according to the plot you said before! Chen Qing. ”

After Jiang Jun saw it, he couldn't cry or laugh, this little girl even made a bet with someone. The content of the bet is still the direction after my novel, which is really a child's temper.

I'm sure I'll write according to the original plot, and if I don't write it, won't this book collapse?

I saw that she was going to give him the radio, and the entertainment of the radio was far worse than that of a mobile phone and computer. But now, he can't play with his phone or computer at all. Like his current family, entertainment facilities are extremely poor, but if there is an extra radio in the house, I believe it can make a big difference.

In fact, when he got the manuscript fee in Lantian City, the money in his hand could definitely buy a radio, but he didn't think of buying a radio at that time, after all, he didn't need a radio in that world. If he had seen the benefits of someone else's radio after that, he would have bought one.

Now it's okay, I don't have to spend money to buy it, I can win one by betting directly.

It's also very comforting to think of the whole family listening to the radio by the fire.

Thinking of this, I also think that her bet is quite good.

It's time for him to write.

When I returned to the house, I started to write "Kunlun", which I had written before "The Prequel to Kunlun", and after the prequel was written, it was time to write the first volume.

He put the paper on the table, picked up the pen and began to write. Line after line of words flowed smoothly from the end of his pen.

As soon as he wrote two or three thousand words, Father Jiang entered the house and said, "What are you doing here if you kid doesn't work?"

"Isn't all the grain that should be sold sold, and the grain that should be put in the cellar also loaded? ”

"You kid just don't have a job in his eyes, so many radishes, won't they be pickled?

"Maybe our family will eat meat next year, even if we don't eat meat and stir-fry vegetables, we just eat pickles and stick noodles all day long, what is the nutrition. It's not good for us old men to eat this. It's even worse for Xiaowei to eat this when she is developing physically. Just don't pickle it, we won't eat pickles from now on. ”

"You kid shut up! I know every day that I want to eat swan fart, eat meat, and stir-fry vegetables, why can't I put you to death. Our farmers have eaten this for generations, and sometimes we can't even eat this, so you should be thankful that you can eat pickles and drink stick noodle porridge. It's also picky. ”

Jiang Jun knew that he couldn't write a novel in the house. He took the paper and pen and said, "I'll go to President Chen's office to have a look." He walked away quickly.

Father Jiang shouted angrily from behind: "What are you doing with Chen Qiming? Chen Qiming can pickle pickles for you......? I pickled ...... myself."

Jiang Jun thought to himself: What I am doing now is the "real business" that makes our family rich, but unfortunately you don't understand it when I tell you.

I walked straight to Principal Chen's office, knocked on the door and entered.

When Principal Chen saw Jiang Jun, he smiled kindly and said, "It's Xiao Jiang, come, sit down first." What's the matter?"

Jiang Jun and Principal Chen are also more familiar with each other, and without the previous inhibitions, he said directly: "Principal Chen, I want to finish my novel, but the situation at home, my parents don't let me write during the day, and at night the weather is too cold, I can't lie on the steps and write ...... like before."

When Principal Chen heard this, he immediately said, "Xiao Jiang, don't say it, I understand." In our village, there are not many literate people, you can love writing, this is a good thing, although this office is not big, two people can also accommodate. Just sit across from me and write. ”

Jiang Jun was very happy to hear Principal Chen so happy, and said, "Thank you, Principal." ”

Jiang Jun sat opposite, and Principal Chen said, "I don't know what happened to Chen Qing's submission to you." ”

When Jiang Jun heard this, he didn't know that he dared to love. This matter can't be hidden from Principal Chen, but there are some things that can't be told to Principal Chen, such as buying shoes for her yourself, it's not good to say it. I didn't dare to say anything about taking her to drink, although she wanted to drink it herself.

said: "Chen Qing sent me the manuscript fee, and the submission was successful, 1 yuan for 1,000 words." ”

After hearing this, Principal Chen showed a look of surprise on his face: "Hey, 1 yuan for 1,000 words, that's a lot, you have to have 200 yuan." No wonder you've been wearing new clothes lately. ”

Jiang Jun said: "Yes, I bought new clothes for my parents and Xiaowei. Suddenly, he said, "Principal Chen, you gave me two yuan that day, and now I have money, can I give it back to you?"

Principal Chen hurriedly stopped him and said, "Hey, no, I didn't want to borrow your money at that time, so why do I need to pay it back? ”

Then he said, "Then did you give the rest of the money to your parents?"

Jiang Jun said: "I gave a part, but I didn't dare to give more, they didn't believe that writing novels could make money, and they said that I was not doing my job." ”

Principal Chen sighed and said, "You have to understand them, their ancestors have been cultivating the fields for generations, and they have not received much cultural education when they are passed down to their generation. What I remember most in my heart is that grain can grow out of the soil, and they believe that you can make money by being an official or working part-time, and they definitely don't believe that you can make money by writing novels. ”

"Just like this annual enrollment, there is always a small half of the families in the village who don't let their children go to school. Tuition and fees are one thing, the point is that they don't believe that going to school is useful. Since I thought that working was more useful than going to school, I simply stopped going to school. ”

"So, Xiao Jiang, if you can really write a famous name and make the society shake, it is tantamount to setting an example for these villagers, and when they see your experience of getting rich with culture, they will also pay attention to the education of children, and at that time, you will also contribute to the education of the village. ”

Hearing this, Jiang Jun seemed to think of the children who were lying by the window with him that day. They were thin and had dirty hands, but they all had a thirst for knowledge in their eyes. It's another spiritual world that's different from feeding pigs and growing vegetables.

I want to establish people, and I want to reach people. If his special ability to write novels can also promote the development of education in the village, wouldn't it kill two birds with one stone.

However, it is still necessary to start with the most realistic and make more money first. He nodded and said, "Principal Chen, I will definitely live up to your expectations." With that, he buried himself in writing and began to write.