Since last night at home, from his son Xiaobao heard stories such as Gollum Knock Coming, Pony Crossing the River, etc., Zeng Lekan has become curious about this young man, and admires it very much, he himself writes children's literature, and knows how difficult it is to write this kind of "pediatrics".

So I asked for the ward number, and he came early in the morning to meet this little genius.

Feng Han responded, "Of course it's my original." ”

"Okay, can you please write it down?"

"Write it down?"

Seeing that the boy was a little hesitant, Le Kan smiled and said: "Such a good story, how can a few people enjoy it exclusively, of course, it is to share it with all the children, and then introduce, I, Le Kan, in addition to being a children's literature writer, is also the deputy editor-in-chief of "Children's Literature and Art", one of the largest children's literature publications in China, and now, I officially ask you for a manuscript. ”

Hearing Le Kan so solemnly, Feng Han couldn't help but feel a little happy, since he was a child, in addition to writing online articles to earn manuscript fees, he really never took the manuscript fees of newspapers and publications, and always felt that the latter was higher.

However, he still had to ask clearly, "Is children's literature and art very powerful? How does it compare with Dongyang Literature and Art Weekly?"

The reason for this question is because Han Shiqun is the editor-in-chief of "Dongyang Literature and Art Weekly".

Le Kan smiled bitterly and shook his head, "This can't be compared at all, Dongyang Literature and Art Weekly has indeed improved under the leadership of Han Shiqun, although it lives in this small county, it has a certain influence in the entire Yangzhou, and the sales of each issue can be about 300,000 copies, and "Children's Literature and Art" is a magazine giant with a national perspective, and the sales of each issue are stable at more than 5 million copies, although we are a semi-monthly magazine, but the gap is obvious. ”

With a gap of 300,000 and 5 million, it seems that Uncle Fat is still very powerful, but Feng Han is even more curious, "Do you know Han Shiqun?"

"Who doesn't know Han Shiqun, he was the editor-in-chief of the first literary magazine "Wen Puppet" in China back then, but it is very strange that he actually left the literary puppet with tens of millions of sales and chose a stall like Dongyang Literature and Art Weekly, which is incomprehensible and incomprehensible. Speaking of Han Shiqun, Le Kan's face was full of regret.

The original Feng Han knew too little about his stepfather, he knew that "Wen Puppet" was a nationally renowned magazine, but he didn't know that Han Shiqun still had such a glorious past.

After revealing Han Shiqun's topic, Feng Han rubbed his fingers shyly and shyly, "The manuscript fee~"

"Oh, that's right, generally our manuscript fee standard is 500~2000 for short 1,000 words, 100~2000 for medium and long 1,000 words, of course, this range is flexible, and the price is negotiable for exceptionally excellent works. ”

Feng Han made a rough calculation, the pony crossed the river and came to the gourd with a total of thousands of words, and the number of words in the treasure gourd was a little more, but he was a newcomer, and he was not very old, so it must be the lowest price, it seemed to be only a few thousand yuan.

Seeing the disappointed expression on Feng Han's face, Le Kan smiled and said, "Don't be too few, children, I didn't make my own money when I was your age, I stole my father's calligraphy and paintings and sold them for money." ”

Feng Han had a wit, "Then are you still stealing it now?"

"What do you mean?" Le Kan was stunned, what kind of routine is this?

Feng Han said with a smile: "I just want to ask, can I buy a word from the old man for these manuscript fees?"

"Just one word?" Zeng Lekan raised his eyebrows, what a strange request.

"Yes, just one word, is it expensive?"

Zeng Lekan thought for a while, "My father copied Wang Xizhi's "Lanting Collection Preface" before, 324 words, and the auction price was 15 million a few days ago. ”

"50,000 yuan a word, tsk, I can't afford it. Feng Han sighed, this old man's calligraphy works are about to catch up with the ancients.

Le Kan smiled, "Other works definitely can't sell for such a high price, but it's really not low, by the way, what words do you want?"

"Xi, the Xi of double happiness," Feng Han said, "My classmate is getting married and wants to express my heart." ”

Hearing this, Le Kan laughed wildly, "Coincidentally, my old man wrote a lot of double happiness, and it's a pity to throw it away at home, I'll pick one and give it to you when I go back." ”

"Given away for nothing?"

"I can still ask you for money, it's not a rare thing. "Lekan said generously.

Hearing him say this, Feng Han was a little embarrassed, "You can look at the manuscript fees for those three articles, it's okay if you don't give them, Mr. Lekan, thank you so much!"

"Eh, one yard is one yard, the pricing of the manuscript fee depends on the quality of your article, the story is excellent, you can rest assured, you will definitely not bully you as a newcomer, and the articles on children's literature and art are often reprinted and used by other media, these are also paid, and the income will be distributed to you at that time. ”

Feng Han wrote the two short stories of Gollum Coming and Pony Crossing the River on the spot, which can be regarded as a manuscript, as for "The Secret of the Treasure Gourd", Feng Han said that it has been written, but at home, let Le Kan pick it up tomorrow.

"You're so good, you can't write anything when someone stares at me. Le Kan praised first.

"The story is already mature in my head, and I didn't make it up on the spot, of course I wrote it. ”

Le Kan said, "The writing is good, but the words are ugly, if I let the old man see it, I will definitely spray you with blood, he can't stand the ugly words the most." ”

Le Kan didn't see what he said, but Feng Han was a little embarrassed, he had been writing online for a long time, and he hadn't touched pen and paper for almost several years, you must know that when he was in junior high and high school, he wrote quite beautifully with a hard pen, and often added points to the composition, and the board newspapers in the class were contracted by him.

Of course, ugliness also has the benefit of being ugly, at least his handwriting is the same as that of the original Feng Han, which can be regarded as a wonderful fate.

Le Kan took away the two articles and promised to send Double Happiness over tomorrow, Feng Han asked with a lot of mouths, "Why did Old Man Zeng write so many Double Happiness?"

Le Kan sighed and looked up at the roof of the building, "It's not for my sister who can't get married, by the way, your classmate is as old as you~"

"Hmm. ”

"If my sister also got married so early, it is estimated that the children will be as old as you~" Le Kan sighed again.

Sister, could it be the amazing girl I saw yesterday in a hospital gown, but still beautiful, no, how could she be Lekan's sister!

"Teacher Lekan, dare to ask you Gui Geng?"

Le Kan's eyes narrowed, "No one else dares to ask~ Okay, tell you, don't laugh, I'm 30 years old this year, and I'm a little hurried~"

Feng Han comforted: "It's okay, you have a childlike heart!"

Lekan: "......"

Feng Han returned to the library with summer homework, textbooks, and notebooks, and homework and novels could be completed in the library, but he also felt that his handwriting was a bit unelegant, and he was optimistic that if he became a well-known writer in the future, when he signed the sale, he would write his name crookedly, which would damage his image.

So Feng Han began to look for famous hard pen calligraphy in the library, what Pang Zhonghua, Tian Yingzhang, Sima Yan, you can learn from everyone's strengths, anyway, there is a lot of time in the library, practicing calligraphy, and self-cultivation is not bad.

……

In the old house of the Zeng family, Zeng Guangxian saw his chubby son writhing in front of his desk like a silkworm baby, he stood behind his fat son quietly, looked at it for half a minute, and suddenly said "hey", "What are you looking for!"