Hearing Feng Han's explanation, Wu Lu sighed with emotion, "He is worthy of being a little genius of Mr. Han's family, he came when he opened his mouth to quote scriptures, he was amazing!"

"But I prefer the second explanation," Qi Rail laughed, "more realistically." "He probably knows how to draw.

Han Shiqun is about to finish reading, that is, more than half of the whole part, at this time, the protagonist Lin Yuxiang has passed the quota of sports special enrollment to go to the city's key high school, this experience is also very similar to Feng Han, this child seems to be a story created by himself.

A youth campus with a bit of autobiographical meaning, but after reading the whole article, there is no greasy feeling of being stuffed with love and love, Feng Han writes very freshly, and the emotional drama is free, not too sick and moaning, more of a reflection and cognition of education on personal growth.

Although he hasn't seen the ending yet, Han Shiqun believes that this is definitely different from the ordinary campus romance, and he is looking forward to seeing Feng Han's own views on society!

"Xiaohan, we want this one, I believe that such a story written by middle school students will definitely be recognized by the student body, what about the electronic version?"

Mei Fengchao said, "There is no electronic version, he writes it word by word." ”

Qi Rail: "I didn't expect Xiao Feng to be so traditional." ”

Han Shiqun said to a young man with glasses, "Xiao Ling, you work hard, take a half-day off tomorrow, type with all your strength tonight, can you type 10,000 words?"

Ling Chaoxi, who was wearing glasses, said confidently, "Fifteen thousand is no problem!"

"Okay, then you get busy first, and I'll rest assured of you," Han Shiqun handed him a notebook, "Remember, this matter must be kept secret, I think Shi Yituo must be waiting to see our jokes, we might as well let him laugh a little more first!"

Then Han Shiqun asked Feng Han again, "Xiao Han, your debut novel is quite well written, I didn't expect you to be far more mature than I thought, what price do you want?"

Feng Han hurriedly waved his hand, "What else does the family want, when the time comes, you can help me find a publishing house and publish a physical book." ”

Feng Han said the truth, if this book can be as popular as that plane, the royalties of the physical book will be enough for his own food, and there is no need to add pressure to the worse-strained "Sprout" magazine.

Han Shiqun waved his hand, "Because Zhuang Yu broke the contract, we got a lot of money for breaking the contract, so the funds are more abundant than before, so although you can boldly say your ideal number, the sprout is definitely willing to pay for the talented and energetic words." ”

He understood that Lao Han was buying horse bones with his daughter, and if he made a fortune, he could stimulate more literary young people like him to take root in "Sprout", but Feng Han still couldn't say it, "Or you can discuss it with my mother at night, and the money you earn will belong to her anyway." ”

"What do you mean by me, I'll just help you manage your finances," Mei Fengchao snorted, but she did have some thoughts, "Old Han, what is your expected sales volume for the sprout?"

Han Shiqun thought for a while and compared a finger, "One hundred thousand!"

100,000 is a relatively high expectation, Dongyang Literature and Art Weekly from tens of thousands to 100,000 but it took a full year, the average sales of 100,000 magazines in Wucheng City is already a bit of a head, but Han Shiqun is much higher than the original Shiliang starting point, and the publicity momentum is more fierce, the distribution channel is more perfect, as long as the content is passed, 100,000 may not be able to look forward to it.

"Okay," Mei Fengchao settled accounts with her husband, "In this way, our Xiaohan's manuscript fee will be settled once in one issue, and even if we have 50 thousand words in the first issue, if the second issue is released, the sales volume of the first issue will exceed 100,000, and the price of the second issue will increase to 100 thousand words, and for every 100,000 sales volume, Xiaohan's manuscript fee will rise by one step, fair, right?"

"It's very fair!" Han Shiqun patted his thigh and said, "If the sales of the sprout can reach 1 million, we will also take advantage of the manuscript fee of 1,000 for Xiaohan Qianzi!"

So it was decided so happily, this is a gambling agreement between the two couples, everyone can agree verbally, seeing that there is nothing to do with themselves, Feng Han hugged his study four treasures into the room.

Zeng Lao's calligraphy has not yet been framed, and it has been rolled up and hidden by Feng Han for the time being, it is a million works of art, and you must find a high-level framing master when you take time.

The four treasures of the study room were taken into the library by Feng Han, he felt that Zeng Lao was right, practicing calligraphy and self-cultivation is also good, in case he accidentally practiced everyone, wouldn't he be able to wave the pen is millions, this is much more profitable than writing, no wonder Zeng Lexin said that Zeng Lekan is calligraphy is not successful, and he wrote in desperation.

Feng Han has a bit of calligraphy foundation, middle school students here have compulsory literature and art courses, Feng Han learned calligraphy in school, but it is too far from his hard pen handwriting, and it is limited to being able to take the brush correctly.

It seems that he still has to practice more, but Feng Han didn't plan to practice Zeng Lao's calligraphy, and no matter how good he practiced, he probably wouldn't be better than Zeng Lexin, so he walked around the library, wanting to choose a calligraphy that was not available in reality, "There is, this, thin gold body!"

Although Feng Han doesn't know much about calligraphy, and he doesn't like Song Huizong, the emperor of the dead country, he especially likes thin gold fonts, perhaps because for calligraphy whites like Feng Han, thin gold fonts and other fonts can be clearly distinguished, which is particularly distinctive.

The thin gold body was created by Zhao Ji, the emperor of the Song Dynasty, and the traditional calligraphy style such as Jin Kai and Tang Kai is quite different, and the personality is extremely strong, so it can be called an original in the history of calligraphy.

Thin gold body pen smart and fast, handwriting thin, to thin without losing its flesh, its big characters can be seen in the graceful place, in fact, it is more accurate to call the "thin muscle", but because it is created by the emperor, so "gold" easy "tendon".

Feng Han found Song Huizong's calligraphy books, and found some books on the study of thin gold bodies by later generations, and practiced while reading and explaining.

After writing for more than an hour, it still didn't look like it, Feng Han looked at it for a while, and then went out, take your time, he has patience, anyway, he has a lot of time.

At this time, the mobile phone rang, and when I picked it up, it was Lu Youxi's, and she sent several text messages in a row.

Feng Han thought it was another apology, but he didn't expect it to be, the first one, "I take back the words I apologized just now." ”

The second, "You lived a good life, and spent the night with the beauty city lord, and became a dragon hunting hero, you should thank me." ”

The third, "Also, whether you are lost or whatever, you can't torture me, I don't feel distressed, but my sister and brother-in-law have been worried for a day, it is you who should blame yourself, and I apologized to you in order to make them feel at ease, but since they have already believed your nonsense, you don't apologize to us, everyone is even." ”

The last one, "The handshake is still valid, let's live in peace in the future, and I hope we can spend the remaining two years happily together." ”

Feng Han sighed, sure enough, he still couldn't deceive this little fox, and he even took back the apology hatefully, he really refused to eat at all!

Feng Han didn't bother to pay attention to her anymore, by the way, my mother seemed to say that Han Wu had inquired about him, so let's go back~

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