"Going to Kyoto University?" The crowd took a breath of cold air. Even Principal Chen Yuanzhang, who has the strongest desire to win, does not have this idea. If Chiquan Middle School is admitted to a sword master college next year or the year after, it will be good; Even if a person like Yang Xia is very good in all subjects, then he will already be able to get an undergraduate degree from Beishu Normal College.

"Yes, I read his idea of solving the problem, it is very distinctive, especially the words written on his paper, this guy's calligraphy has reached a certain level, if such people are admitted to Beijing University, it is really hopeless." Liu Kaiyuan's words are not shocking, and he is endless.

"Lao Jiang, what do you think?" Chen Yuanzhang has not forgotten who Zhengfen is.

"Hey, Principal Chen didn't ask, I forgot one thing, this time, the essay 'The Light in the Heart' written by Yang Xia, I want to recommend it to the "Jianmen Daily" for publication, do your leaders study this matter?"

"Isn't it just an article? I also read that article, and it was well written. I'll stamp you, and you write the envelope and give it to the mailroom, so that they can stamp it and send it to the registered mail, so that you don't lose it halfway. Chen Yuanzhang also loves the house and Wu a little, and went to the doctor in a hurry.

Of course, Chen Yuanzhang is also right to do this. If you want to study, you can't avoid the Hu Nan Society, and this person can't do the right thing, but doing something that has nothing to do and doing something bad is quite methodical.

In this era, school teachers are very polarized. One is the older generation of intellectuals, with a high level of knowledge, a good moral realm, and a strong sense of responsibility; The other type is a group of teachers who graduated from the University of Workers, Peasants and Soldiers, who are not good in knowledge and ability, and it is a problem to break sentences in the textbooks, for example, a certain political teacher will read "Oil King Ford" as "Oil King, Wang Ford", no way, the habit of Chinese people, the person who calls Ford is not surnamed Wang; There is also a primary school teacher who teaches students to read: "White, white, Bethune's white; Seeking, begging, begging; Well, well, Bethune's grace ...... "This is not a joke, people who have come from that era must have experienced it deeply.

As for Hu Nanhui, he is not even a second type of person.

……

In Shudu, the capital of Nanshu Province, in a teahouse on Buqian Street, several middle-aged people sat together and drank tea.

One of them, a middle-aged man wearing glasses on the edge of about fifty, said to a slightly younger middle-aged man in a white shirt: "Lao Xia, this time you go back to Wucheng and go to see your little fellow countryman instead of our magazine, little boy, high school student, it is not easy to write prose with the taste of vicissitudes." ”

"Lao Bai, isn't it difficult for you to be a strong man, I have nothing to do with you Nanshu writers, what can I say when others ask about the situation? If I had to check my documents, wouldn't I have been impersonating? The man named Lao Xia retorted.

Lao Bai, called Baishan, is a well-known writer editor in Nanshu, and is currently the editor-in-chief of "Nanshu Writers"; And Lao Xia, named Xia Yu, is the editor of the supplement edition of "Nanshu Daily", and this Xia Yu is from Wucheng.

The object of the two is naturally Yang Xia.

When Yang Xia sent articles to newspapers and magazines, his address was "Wucheng/County Chiquan Middle School Senior High School", and he had rich experience in posterity, and he also wrote a self-introduction: Yang Xia, male, born in 1964, a native of Wucheng, Nanshu, is currently a senior high school student.

So in fact, if Yang Xia and Yang Dad shared the spoils, the initiative has always been in Yang Xia's hands, so he won't leave the address at home, that Uncle Mu is good at everything, but he just can't contain a sentence, if the remittance slip is sent to Caijiawan, it won't take an hour, and everyone in the bay will know that Yang Xia has earned dozens of yuan in manuscript fees.

"Hehe, Lao Xia, I look at Wucheng's trip, you really have to go and see this little friend, because our magazine, also received his manuscript, very good, we received his manuscript on August 15, and sent it to him in the September issue, I will ask people to send you two sample journals for a while, and I have to trouble you to bring them back, and by the way, cheer up the young man." Another middle-aged uncle also joined the chorus.

"Lao Lan, are you so unrighteous?" Xia Yu was quite unhappy, and this "Polaris" poetry magazine also found himself, hey, one word, troublesome.

Xia Yuxin said that it was troublesome, but in fact, he was in a bad mood recently, and was called to talk by the leader in charge, saying that most of the things he made up belonged to low-level fun, and he had to make up a little sunshine.

In addition, Xia Yu's home is in the south of Wucheng, and Chiquan Middle School is in the north of Wucheng.

"What is not righteousness, righteousness? In this way, I'll give you a certificate, and Lao Lan will give you a ticket, which will be fine. Bai Shan said conclusively.

"Okay, okay, I'm unlucky to meet you!" Although Xia Yu achieved his goal, he would not let people in his mouth.

"How about I leave you a place for sixty lines of poetry in addition to a ticket?" Old Blue seduced.

"Really?" Xia Yu didn't expect this usually very rigid old man to talk so well. In "Polaris", Blue Ridge is strict with the manuscript, so that friends are willing to give the manuscript to others, so they will not give him the editor-in-chief. Although I also sent it to others, I was always a little unhappy in my heart, and I didn't get the initiative of the editor-in-chief to affirm it.

"Teacher Xia, I don't know if the person you are talking about is a middle school student named Yang Xia in Wucheng? If so, he has also submitted a manuscript to our newspaper, which I have read once, and it is not bad, and I am going to recommend it to the editor-in-chief next week...... Ah, by the way, I'm taking his manuscript with me. "A young man in his twenties, sitting a little bit away, didn't pay attention and thought it was a guest at another table.

"Ah, is there such a thing? Guojiang, take it out and see what kind of sacredness this is! Xia Yu also felt strange, even the old man Lan, who was more smelly and hard than the stones in the pit, couldn't help but arouse Xia Yu's interest.

"So coincidentally?" After Bai Shan and Lan Ling glanced at each other, they remained silent.

This manuscript is indeed written by Yang Xia, it is an essay, called "Autumn", which probably means from the autumn of nature, to the autumn of life, and then to how to "autumn", Yang Xia takes the word "autumn" as an example, indicating that whether it is nature, life, or other things, to achieve the state of "autumn", you must pass the "he" + "fire" pass.

However, Yang Xia is a teenager after all, so in the end he still has to return to spring, so is there an infinite spring hidden in the fruit of autumn? In short, Yang Xia fully carried forward the spirit of flickering in the culture of later generations, whether it was far-fetched or new, it was good to say that it was novel, and he made an article full of flowers and loved by everyone.

Is Yang Xia's article really that good? Not necessarily. However, at this time when the style of writing is unified and stiff, Yang Xia's articles are undoubtedly a breath of fresh wind, especially some smart new words, which make any editor feel refreshed.

"Okay, good, good, old white, old blue, forget what ticket, I'll pay it myself." I don't want you to open it, but I can't open it myself. Hahaha......"

"A manuscript makes you happy like this?" The two were quite puzzled, and their eyes were full of contempt.

"It's not a matter of a manuscript, but Yang Xia is also my author, in the future, if he calls you a teacher, he also has to call me a teacher."

"Go...... Boring, you asked for today's tea money. Lao Bai and Lao Lan couldn't cry or laugh.

……

The provincial newspaper reporter went to the county, how could it be so unbearable as Xia Yu said, no matter what the county said, it would find a car to send him to the countryside, besides, Xia Yu himself is also from Wucheng, and he naturally has his way to do something.

However, Xia Yu did not take the path of smuggling, because Yang Xia contributed to his supplement, and the manuscript was very good, so that he had a good reason to "do business", so, before leaving Shudu, he called the Propaganda Department of the Jianmen Prefectural Party Committee through the newspaper, and asked the Jianmen Propaganda Department to transfer to the Propaganda Department of Wucheng/County Party Committee, and the provincial newspaper reporter XX will go to the county on a certain day, and want to visit a certain young writer, and ask someone from the Propaganda Department of the County Party Committee to help arrange it.

Xia Yula made a tiger skin, and it is not an exaggeration to say that Yang Xia is a young writer, because the essay "The Story of Lao Ma Mountain" published by "Nanshu Writers" is 4,000 words, and it is a prose headline; The "Rising Sun" group of poems in "Polaris" has a total of 120 lines, and with these two works alone, joining the prefecture and state writers' association is a certainty.

Xia Yu didn't know that Yang Xia also sent a group of "Impressions of Nanshu" to the "Poetry Ding" of the Huaxia Writers Association, if he saw that group of poems, he might be even bolder. It's just that the manuscript sent to "Shiding" was sent relatively late, in late August, and it is estimated that its editor is in the preliminary review.

Wucheng Propaganda Department.

"The provincial newspaper Xia reporter is coming to Wucheng? Welcome, very welcome, when will he arrive? ”

"Huh? What, Reporter Xia is going to Chiquan Middle School to interview a teenager writer? Where did we come from in Wucheng? Yes...... A freshman in high school? Ah, good, good, good...... We'll make sure it's done! ”

Luo Jiaping, the director of the Wucheng Propaganda Department, almost finished answering the phone with a roar. After putting down the phone, I felt that this matter was a little strange, Chiquan Middle School produced a young writer, which alarmed the provincial newspaper reporter, and as the head of Wucheng culture, he didn't know it, this, dereliction of duty!

Minister Luo Jiaping Luo thought about it, raised his legs and walked towards the office of Jing Yi'an, secretary of the county party committee. He had to report to the secretary.

"Wucheng is a county with a population of one million, and it is normal for a few talents to be produced, but what do you think about this?" The relationship between Jing Yi'an and Luo Jiaping is very good, or in other words, Luo Jiaping was brought up from the position of deputy minister after Jing Yi'an came to Wucheng last year.

"From the county committee's point of view, we are concerned and have instructed Chiquan Middle School to provide the necessary support, or we can transfer it to the county to go to school. However, from the perspective of the Propaganda Department and the Education Bureau, it is necessary to give a positive conclusion, such as summarizing his deeds and giving him commendations. ”

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