"It's slow, it's been a few minutes, and this page hasn't opened yet!"

In front of the computer, the two heads are put together, waiting for the email to open.

Luo's mother came in with a few oranges and asked curiously, "What are you two muttering?" Tang Mingyao eats oranges, eats at my house at noon, don't go back. ”

"Okay, thank you, Auntie."

After a few minutes, the mailbox finally opened, and there was an unread email with the review reply of Hot Wind magazine.

[Thank you for the manuscript of "Train King", the first and second parts of your work "Legend of Modern Jianghu" have passed the review of the editorial department of "Hot Wind", and will be serialized in this magazine from February to May 1999. 】

[In addition, the editorial department warmly invites you to write the follow-up episodes of "Modern Legends", which will be published in the magazine on the premise of quality assurance.] Above. ——Editorial Department of Hot Wind]

Is this an approved draft?

Tang Mingyao was spontaneously overjoyed.

To be honest, before this submission, he didn't have much confidence in whether he could pass the manuscript, after all, he had been rejected once by "Ancient Legends" before, and "Hot Wind" has obviously not been revised yet, it is a hodgepodge of chicken soup for the soul gossip journal, and it is difficult to say whether it will publish martial arts novels.

At this time, he suddenly learned that his work was going to be published and printed throughout the country, and it was seen by countless readers, and the sense of accomplishment in his heart was incomparable to anything.

"yes, yes!"

Luo Wenxi jumped up with joy, and his joy was beyond words.

Luo's mother yelled at her outside the door: "What is the big girl doing in a daze? Scared me. ”

Luo Wenxi glanced at Tang Mingyao, and seeing that he didn't say anything, he rushed out of the room like a whirlwind, and said loudly: "Mom, the novel written by Tang Mingyao has been drafted by a magazine, and it will be serialized this month, and you can buy it immediately!" ”

"So powerful? Tang Mingyao is only in the first year of junior high school like you, and now he can write a novel and serialize it in a magazine? You can't become a great writer in the future! ”

"Yes, yes, he will be a great writer in the future."

The two praised Tang Mingyao violently, saying as if they had passed the draft this time and would be able to become a great writer in the future.

Tang Mingyao did not stop the praise of the two, he listened with a smile, his heart was full and satisfied.

He is very supportive of being able to show his talents in front of Luo's mother. As soon as Luo Wenxi glanced at him, he asked him for advice, and he did not object.

Because he knows that there is a gap between his family and Luo Wenxi's family, although it is not as far as the gap between the two classes, but the gap between the rich and the poor cannot be ignored.

In his previous life, he and Luo Wenxi had no intersection after graduating from elementary school, and he could naturally ignore this disparity, but since he had already started a fate in this life, he had to take precautions and work hard to shorten these gaps from all aspects.

At least one day in the future, when the two really want to talk about marriage, the Luo family will not dislike him because he is poor and he has no ability.

It is very necessary to show his talents a little bit, gradually improve his family wealth, and show it, so that Luo Wenxi's parents can be imperceptibly infected, so as to accept him in their hearts.

Tang Mingyao didn't want to hide it at all, and he had to wait until the Luo family's parents despised him in the future before he suddenly broke out and slapped his face strongly.

The scene of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger and slapping his father-in-law and mother-in-law in the face is a novel, not a reality.

The reality is that if there is a conflict between the two families, it is almost impossible to make up for it, and the marriage is often the root of the bane from this time, and it will be extremely difficult to be happy.

Luo's mother went to cook.

Luo Wenxi returned to the room, and Tang Mingyao longed for a while about the situation when the novel was published in the magazine, looked at the calendar, and suddenly said: "It's February 10th today, has the February issue of the magazine come out?" Let's go to the newsstand. ”

The two couldn't wait for lunch, so they went downstairs and went straight to the newsstand, asked the boss, and were a little disappointed to learn that the February magazine hadn't come yet.

Tang Mingyao said: "It's okay, it should be available in three or five days, and I will buy it after the New Year." ”

I went back to Luo Wenxi's house and had lunch.

Tang Mingyao said: "Auntie, your skills are so good, much better than my mother, I don't want to go home for dinner anymore......"

It's not a boast, it's really good.

Otherwise, you can't eat three big fat people in the family,

Just after noon, Tang Mingyao waved goodbye to Luo Wenxi's reluctant gaze.

Back in her store, her mother Li Qiong had already packed her things and was ready to set off with her younger brother.

"If you don't come back, I won't wait for you. Have you eaten? ”

Tang Mingyao: "Eat, let's go!" ”

With a few books and a change of clothes, they rushed to the county bus station, and the family of three got on the bus back to their hometown.

After a bumpy ride of more than an hour, get off at the bazaar in the township.

There was no boat left in the afternoon, so the three had to walk home.

Fortunately, this is not the first time Tang Mingyao has left, and it has not been hard along the way.

"Ouch, the city people have gone back to the countryside to visit relatives."

"Li Qiong is developed, look at it, this is something I bought from the city, I haven't seen it."

"Boss Li, if you have a chance to carry us, we also want to go into the city......"

The three of them met a lot of acquaintances along the way, and when everyone greeted each other, they couldn't do without the topic of their family entering the city, some were envious, some were insinuously sarcastic, and some wanted to take the opportunity to dig some way and want to follow the light.

Li Qiong smiled from ear to ear along the way, and said a lot of polite words, but pushed away other people's requests.

Who says rural women are stupid?

Mother is not stupid at all, what to say and what not to say, she knows very well in her heart.

When I arrived at home, the three earthen houses had not been inhabited for several months, and they looked a little bleak.

The mother said, "Clean first, sweep the front and back of the house, and when your father comes back, turn over the tiles again." If people are not at home, the house still has to be built, so that even if they can't live in the city, they will have a place to stay when they come back. ”

So the three of them snorted and snorted, and they were busy until dark, and then they roughly cleaned the inside and out.

Mother went to the neighbor's house, brought back some stored grain and bacon, and brought a few cabbages by the way, and cooked rice on the fire at night, the big iron pot was useless for too long, and the food had a rusty smell, which made the two brothers Tang Mingyao frown.

The next day, my mother went to her neighbor's house to find out what had happened to her crops over the past few months.

When entering the city on the National Day, those crops that have not had time to be harvested are all harvested by someone else, and a few catties and taels are harvested, and there must be a number in mind, how much to distribute to the neighbors, and there must be a clear word.

There is also your own land in the coming year, whether to ask your neighbors to continue planting on your behalf, or to give it directly to your neighbors to plant, you should also discuss clearly.

It was so busy for two days.

On the third day, Tang Mingyao was chopping firewood behind the house, and suddenly his mother's voice came from the front: "Tang Mingyao, don't chop wood, your father is back, and he won't come to pick it up." ”

Tang Mingyao threw the axe, returned to the front, and saw a middle-aged man in his thirties, carrying a large travel bag and two large bags in his hands, standing under the eaves, laboriously putting things down.

He shouted, "Dad, you're back." ”