The sound insulation effect in the attic is not good, the noisy noise outside comes and goes, someone shouts before dawn in the morning, it is very late at night, and there are drunk drunkards who go crazy, and gamblers who are crazy crying wolves.

Shen Hong was very depressed, even the pen and paper in his hand felt heavy, and his writing career was even more boring.

He can indeed remember most of the content, but there are nearly 200,000 words, and he writes it down bit by bit with his own hands, which is also hard work.

The cold wind blew and made his fingers stiff and numb.

The stomach is always empty.

Just thinking of Qu Xiaojin, Shen Hong redoubled his efforts, especially when he went out to buy some ink and pens a few days ago, he unexpectedly saw Qu Xiaojin coming out of the church to worship and distributing all kinds of food to the beggars on the street.

Her smile is still so gentle and lovely, she is so gentle when she talks to people, and she doesn't think the little beggars are dirty.

Shen Hong couldn't help but think of a lot of old things, he thought of the way Xiao Jin talked to him, the way he sewed clothes for him, he also remembered that Xiao Jin made soup for him with his own hands, brought it to him to drink, extended the medicine for his sick mother, prepared school utensils for his younger brothers and sisters, and sent them to school.

Xiaojin is really a virtuous helper, a serious good wife and mother, and will never bully people because the family is rich and powerful.

Shen Hong knew in his heart that those Western-style girls outside looked glamorous, but in fact, marrying home was far less down-to-earth than Xiaojin.

"It's coming, it's coming."

He wrote harder, wrote desperately, was tired and hungry, and when he thought about the beautiful life in the future, he once again burned his fighting spirit, and he had to work hard.

It's getting too cold these months.

Dengzhou seems to have not been so cold for seven or eight years, and the goose feathers snow is non-stop, dripping into ice.

Meng Yifei wants to keep working, but his body is a little unbearable, and he has caught a bad cold recently.

He was lying on Qu Zheng's stomach, and the whole club was serving him, with the doctor on the side, two old doctors from the Rejuvenation Hall, and a Western doctor from St. Mary's Hospital.

Meng Yifei wanted to eat mutton hot pot in the western restaurant of his club, and invited his friends in his cultural circle to eat together, Qu Zheng glared at him for three seconds and agreed.

There is no way, now Meng Xiaoye's status in the Qu family is very different from before.

A month ago, he was transferred from the warehouse to the Qu family's shipyard and is currently working on the shipbuilding with several engineers.

At first, this shipyard could only do ship repair, their shipyard was not small, and it was not too short of funds, but it did not have too advanced machines at all, lacked talent and technology, and could only tinker for the time being.

However, some time ago, the shipyard acquired a batch of equipment from a shipyard that had closed down in Japan, built a larger slipway, and prepared to build a few gunboats, and first train skilled workers.

Meng Yifei has no relevant expertise, but his brain is different, and Yang Yuying is there.

Yang Yuying has no shortage of technology, the two of them have combined their swords, and in just a few words, the technicians of the shipyard have been fooled so much that they can't find the north.

Anyway, now the entire shipyard listens to Meng Yifei, and it doesn't even matter if the serious boss speaks.

Qu Zheng remembered that he was thrown by the old man to exercise in various industries at home, and those old people at the bottom played him around with his qualifications, and he survived for three years before he came out and got a good comment from others.

Look at Meng Yifei again, as soon as the young posterior sat there, a group of old-timers who relied on the old and sold the old became a habit bowed their heads, served tea to the tea, fanned the wind, looked at the virtue, knelt down and called the father happy.

"God is not fair."

Qu Zheng found that he could see all kinds of injustices every day.

Meng Yifei is now in the shipyard, I heard that last month the project was established, to start the construction of a three-distance hull cold processing workshop, but also to be equipped with two cranes.

He has to design and build it himself, and he has prepared three offices to install the drawings alone, and the skilled workers have been found, and he has also contacted two domestic equipment manufacturers, a German manufacturing plant, and the technicians who have exchanged the drawings are now in full swing and ready to start.

Master Qu is now smiling from ear to ear all day long, and he told Qu Zheng early in the morning that Meng Yifei wants what he wants, and he can't wait for others to ask for it, he must think of it in advance.

Now that Meng Xiaoye is sick, it has affected the hearts of the Qu family.

Not to mention that he wants to eat hot pot in a Western restaurant, he just plans to eat hot pot in Master Qu's study, and the master will also make room for him.

Qu Zheng: "Fortunately, our little Meng didn't learn to be powerful. ”

Otherwise, the juniors of the Qu family will have one more ancestor.

However, Meng Yifei will only catch his sheep and brush the wool, and ignore others at all, which is really, annoying.

Qu Zheng stood in front of the door of the Western restaurant with his shoulders crossed for a moment, and then told the waiter to give a pot of tea on the fire.

Although the mutton hot pot is good, it is very dry, and you need to be careful about the fire.

Meng Yifei didn't talk about work, but was talking to everyone in full swing, and Shang Heng's draft had changed three times, increasing from 90,000 words to 210,000 words and then reducing to 150,000 words, which had just been written in the first half.

He planned to write the first, middle and lower parts, and the outline had been almost sorted out, and there was a box of various materials collected alone, and Mr. Mei and others provided him with great help.

Shang Heng has never been more scrappy than it is today.

He was especially grateful to Meng Yifei, Mr. Mei, Commissioner Wang, Mr. Bai, and Mr. John.

Mr. Mei chuckled: "Mr. Shang, don't be presumptuous, our Xiao Meng's eyes are very poisonous, and there is absolutely no mediocrity in his eyes." ”

Shang Heng's face turned red all of a sudden.

Just when Meng Yifei was recuperating and paying attention to the progress of Shang Heng's work, Shen Hong stayed up for two and a half months, so that his cheeks were thin, tired, and his face was full of vicissitudes, and finally made a big work.

On that day, he looked at the freshly baked works, carefully bound them neatly, and personally took them and went straight to the Dengzhou Publishing House, which he was already optimistic about.

In the life when he was not reborn, this book was printed in Dengzhou Publishing House, and then sold for Luoyang paper, making Shang Heng's book famous.

Shen Hong's submission went quite smoothly.

He gave himself a pen name, Shen Pingfan, and made a sincere call to Dengzhou Publishing House, and an editor immediately agreed to see him.

The editor of Dengzhou Publishing House, Qian is an old editor, serious, and very polite to every young person who comes to contribute, as long as the article is not particularly badly written, he generally focuses on encouragement, especially the vernacular that has just emerged and has not yet been particularly perfected.

I heard a new author on the phone today, and he said with great confidence that he had written a long vernacular of 180,000 words and hoped to publish it, and Editor Qian was very happy to hear it, no matter what, if a new author can write 180,000 words in a down-to-earth manner, it is worth seeing.

However, the editor did not have much hope.

He has read the manuscripts over the years, and he is quite clear about the problems of new authors, and each new author feels that he can write a very good book in his first book and become a great writer immediately, but in fact, among the ten new authors' masterpieces, not necessarily one can say that it is okay.

Of course, in these years, there are few readers, and the literati are also reserved, and if they don't write it seriously, they revise it again and again, and they think it's really good, but I'm afraid they won't take it out for others to see.

Editor Qian listened to the author Shen Pingfan full of confidence, and couldn't help but have some expectations, as soon as he went out, he saw Shen Hong at the gate, and he also praised it in his heart, if this person's writing is okay, then their publishing house can sign people down.

These days, young, decent-looking writers are rare.

After a few polite words, Editor Qian took the manuscript and flipped through it roughly, and he couldn't help nodding.

Whether a book is good or not, an experienced veteran editor like this can generally read eight or nine without leaving ten with a few glances.

At the moment, this manuscript looks very good, although the words and sentences are a little too immature, and the writing is also a little rough, but the manuscript itself is very heavy, just about the short of the parents, love and love, but the thinking about the times revealed in it is very interesting.

Editor Qian was quite happy in his heart.

But as soon as Shen Hong spoke, Editor Qian was stunned.

"Huh? Don't accept manuscript purchases? Thirty percent royalties? Editor Qian was stunned, and he was not angry, but he only thought that Shen Hong was a newcomer and did not understand the rules.

"Mr. Shen, Mr. Liang Hongfa, a famous writer who has cooperated with our publishing house for eight years, we give 18% of the royalty, which is already very generous, if you accept the purchase of the manuscript, I can give you the highest remuneration of 3 yuan per thousand words, which is also the only thing I can do within my authority."

"Or, you can choose eight percent of the royalty, you can go and inquire, among the new writers, my price is already very high."

Shen Hong frowned and said reluctantly: "Okay, I'll think about it again." ”

He had never written a manuscript before, and he didn't know if what Editor Qian said was right.

However, he is full of confidence in his own book, and if he sells it cheaply, he will have to feel sorry for him.

Shen Hong pondered over and over again for several nights, and finally made up his mind to borrow a sum of money to publish it at his own expense.

At the beginning, Shang Heng published it at his own expense, and a book allowed him to earn enough money to spend most of his life.

If Shen Hong could remember more bestsellers, he wouldn't care about this one, but he didn't have much confidence in his memory.

After many years of wandering life, he had a messy life, and there were very few useful things that he could remember, and Shen Hong also began to worry about his life before he realized that rebirth was not omnipotent.

He was born again, and he had a lot of talent to learn, but this learning was not enough for him to enjoy wealth.

Shen Hong knew a few lenders with good reputations, although the interest rate was a little higher, but the business was quite regular.

Three days later, Shen Hong borrowed money and talked about cooperation with Qian Editor, and this time an agreement was finally reached.

A month later.

Shen Pingfan's book "Old Things at the Mansion Gate" was officially released.

Shen Hongna was quite excited, seeing that the reputation of his book was gradually improving, and the sales were rising, and the whole person was in good spirits.

When he got the first dividend, two hundred oceans, he immediately moved from a small attic to a small bungalow on the street near Qu's house, which was only a twenty-minute walk from Qu's house.

I bought a suit again, dressed up cleanly, neatly, and when I went out, my face sank instantly.

"Mrs. Lee."

Zhou Yun was stunned, speechless, seeing Shen Hong nodding at her reservedly, and said politely: "I left in too much hurry, I almost forgot, thank you Mrs. Li for lending me money to pay the rent, this is three yuan, please take it." ”

Shen Hong took out three silver dollars and handed them to Zhou Yun, turned around and walked away.

Zhou Yun's eyes were red, and tears flickered, and they were about to fall.

She really likes Shen Hong, she has always admired scholars, Shen Hongke has studied in college, if it is changed to before, it is a serious Jinshi.

A poor girl like her has no qualifications to be a small Jinshi.

So when she met such a man, she was dizzy all of a sudden, but she was not stupid, she also knew in her heart that if Shen Hong had been down, then she still had a chance, once Shen Hong was developed, it would depend on whether he had a conscience.

"It's a conscienceless again."

Shen Hong had already left his Sister Yun behind.

His fame became more and more famous, and many literati gatherings began to send him invitations.

Those big people in Dengzhou City can gradually ring his name in their ears.

Shen Hong can be described as high-spirited, participating in various gatherings every day, meeting friends with literature, and quite happy.

On this day, Mr. Mei finished his official duties, and as usual, he brought out the new books of this month sent by his subordinates, intending to take a look.

He was busy with work, but he had to read every day, and he had to see the latest theoretical works of economics at home and abroad, but he had to see them as soon as they came out, but this day, when the work was completed early, he asked people to take the latest publications, a few copies that sold well, and prepared to read them.

"Tears of Leaving People", "Bending the Bow and Falling Sunset", "Old Things of the Mansion" ......

"Huh?"

Mr. Mei habitually looked through the table of contents first, his eyes froze, and he stared at "Old Things in the Mansion".

He groaned slightly, then took it out and flipped through it, page by page, and after only a few pages, his mind fluctuated.

"Shang Heng's book has been published?"

Shen Pingfan, what kind of pen name is this.

And ...... how does "how does it look like a first draft?" The names of the protagonists were also changed. ”

Mei Shuli thought about it, picked up the book and went to Shang Heng, and asked people to call Meng Yifei and them by the way before leaving.

Meng Yifei was still in the shipyard, and when he received a call from Mei Shuli's house, he didn't know what year it was for a while, and he reacted, and he couldn't help but sigh.

The group soon met in the study room of the merchant's old house, and everyone looked at the book Mei Shuli took out and looked at each other.

Shang Heng: "I didn't, I finished writing it early." ”

Meng Yifei glanced up, Shang Heng's desk was full of manuscripts, and a whole wall was inlaid with bookcases, and the bookcases were full of various books.

The boxes on the ground are stacked with all sorts of materials.

A large part of these materials are Mei Shuli, and Meng Yifei is responsible for collecting and sorting them.

Commissioner Wang said angrily: "Where did this Shen Pingfan get your first draft, and he actually casually changed the name of the protagonist and regarded other people's books as his own, it's really ...... Shame on the literati. ”

A room full of people couldn't help but be indignant, Shang Heng was especially angry, this book was his hard work.

Yang Yuying listened to these literati scolding without dirty words for ten minutes, and couldn't help but be speechless.

In fact, Yang Yuying herself is not a literati, she is more vulgar, she goes to another world, if she has no other way, or for the task, maybe she will copy some famous works of this world in the past.

However, it would be too embarrassing to copy a work like this when the original author is alive and will be published in a few years.