Yang Zijian pointed to the numbers and said: "The first 13 yuan is the Youth Daily "School Scenery", and the second is the school award; The third is the building materials newspaper "Nantang Octagonal Pavilion" manuscript fee, the building materials industry is really rich, and the same as the daily newspaper is 15 yuan per thousand words, you can irrigate more water in the future; The fourth is the tax newspaper's "Beizhishan Nostalgia", the fifth is the overseas Chinese newspaper's "Tianhou Temple and Cinema", and the sixth is the daily newspaper's "Memory of the Frost Moon", the highest manuscript fee, 81 yuan, equivalent to one-third of the salary of a teacher in Nantang Junior High School...... The last one is the radio and television newspaper "Nantang Ancient Lane" - alas, I will never contribute to the Nanjian Radio and Television Newspaper in the future, it is only five yuan for 1,000 words, and it is only 7 yuan for writing more than 1,300 words! ”

Wang Yun quickly calculated in his mind, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Wow, 282 yuan, you are a middle school student, you write by yourself in your spare time, in less than a month, your income is almost equivalent to the salary of our junior high school teacher in Nanjian No. 1 Middle School, amazing, self-reliant, we still have to rely on our parents to support us!" ”

She gave a sincere thumbs up, her eyes lit up with stars and red hearts, such a boy is full of charm! The boy who chased him before compared with Yang Zijian, and he was weak. Not to mention www.biquge.info he also has the identities of "member of the Municipal Writers Association" and "Nantang Town Native Culture Research Consultant", and he opens an album in the daily newspaper, and he is already a small socialite at a young age!

"That's a lot, it's not much! And that's just the beginning. Yang Zijian shook his head and sighed, he had already returned 100 yuan to Xie Xiaoqin, gave his mother 50 yuan when he sent his younger siblings home, and gave his mother another 50 yuan when he returned home, and he actually has more than 160 yuan in his pocket now.

Thinking that Yang's father owed more than 1,500 yuan in debt, Yang Zijian once thought about speculation such as stock speculation and collection, but as long as the thoughts were together, he would have an inexplicable headache, and he had no memory of this at all.

He had a hunch that "crossing the great god" gave him this opportunity to go back to 91, not to let him be a great enjoyment, but to take a pure writer's path. When you really have hundreds of millions of family properties, it is impossible for you to go to the days of hard work and hard work, Ma Yun will not write, ****** will not write.

However, in the future, he will definitely set up a studio, make his own outline, and then create it "collectively".

But for now, let's write and copy honestly!

Yang Zijian sighed secretly, fortunately this is the best newspaper era, the local rich central poor, the local newspaper and periodical funds are abundant, basically no arrears, if ten years later, Yang Zijian wrote columns for several newspapers and periodicals, the manuscript fee arrears for a year and a half are there, the columnist will really die of poverty, so he writes for the local newspaper and intends to write until the implementation of the tax sharing system in 94.

The two chatted about homework and the literature club easily, and soon when the time came, they cleaned up and walked side by side towards the junior high school teacher's living area.

There are two dormitories for teachers in Nanjian No. 1 Middle School, one is located in the high school teacher's area above the cafeteria, the building here was built in the eighties, relatively new, and the other is on the hill behind the junior high school teaching building, where there are many maple trees, and there are four rows of three-storey buildings, all of which are old-fashioned dormitory buildings built in the sixties.

Mrs. Li is a middle school teacher with more qualifications than Mr. Li, and Mr. Li is actually "a husband and a wife are expensive"!

Walking on a step up the mountain, the autumn wind blows, and a few pale red maple leaves fall. After the Mid-Autumn Festival, a gust of autumn wind and a burst of coolness, a burst of autumn rain and a burst of cold, Yang Zijian couldn't help but sneeze a few times.

The two walked to the outermost dormitory building, climbed to the second floor, and knocked a few times on the wooden door of room 201.

"Alas," the door opened.

A very elegant and beautiful woman in her thirties, dressed in jeans and a bat shirt, her curly hair was obviously permed, and she looked particularly fashionable compared to Teacher Li.

Wang Yun hurriedly bowed and said, "Hello Teacher Ou!" ”

Mrs. Li smiled and took Wang Yun's hand and said, "Wang Yun, as soon as you entered high school, you grew taller, and now you are about the same height as me!" ”

Yang Zijian also bowed and said, "Hello Mrs. Li, I'm nagging at noon today!" ”

Mrs. Li turned to Yang Zijian again and said enthusiastically: "You are Yang Zijian, the little writer of our No. 1 Middle School, and Mr. Li often mentions you." Come in, Mr. Li is watching the news, and he is more concerned about national affairs. ”

Wang Yun pursed his lips and smiled: "Gay men are like this, my father also has to watch the news every day, even Yang Zijian is the same, he always reads the front page news first when he reads the newspaper, but he doesn't read the supplement much." Once, I told him about a poem by Mr. Cui You, I liked it very much, and I mentioned it to him, and he was not impressed at all, but the poem of 'Hong Feng' was published on the right side of his prose! ”

Yang Zijian shrugged, changed into indoor slippers with Wang Yun, walked through the entrance with Mrs. Li, and walked into the living room around the corner.

At this time, Mr. Li was holding a four- or five-year-old boy, sitting on a yellow wooden chair watching the noon news, the little boy was holding a colored pen in his hand and scribbling on the drawing board, twisting a few times from time to time to leave his father's arms.

The living room is so big, Yang Zijian visually inspected Mr. Li's room, about 130 square meters, the ground is paved with milky white tiles, the roof is hung with crystal chandeliers, the surrounding walls are also very luxurious, the living room is long and two short yellow hardwood furniture, the front wall has a 29-inch large color TV, and the collection shelf on the right is placed with some fashionable electronic products, which are not antiques, but a modern atmosphere rushes to the face, which is somewhat incompatible with the appearance of the old dormitory building.

"Zijian, sit next to me, the nanny still has a pork rib soup that hasn't been cooked, wait a few minutes and the meal will start." Teacher Li said, and then instructed the little boy, "Li Xingzhi, how did you teach you just now, call your brother and sister quickly." ”

"Hello brother and sister!" The little boy glanced at Wang Yun and Yang Zijian, then grabbed a car beside him and said to Yang Zijian, "Brother, let's play together." ”

Yang Zijian seems to have a bit of the temperament of a child king, he walked up to the little boy and teased him - in fact, the little boy didn't like it very much when he saw the perm, and his mother always taught him seriously, so he also classified Wang Yun as a "bad friend".

Wang Yun followed Mrs. Li's side, commented on the room furnishings and perm experience, Wang Yun's hair also had a partial perm, and the two beauties, one big and one small, immediately chatted, like a mother and daughter.

Soon the noon news ended, and then Yang Zijian followed Mr. Li to the kitchen table and sat down, the dishes were not very many, but they were all very exquisite.