This trip to Hangzhou is an attempt by Xiang Yang to himself, of course, by the way, it also gave the squad leader some inspiration, as for Zhang Juan and others, they are all passers-by in life, a good fate, it is the best ending.

When he went back this time, Xiang Yang surprisingly did not get motion sickness, he looked at the scenery along the way and saw the turbulent Qiantang River.

"This is for you, and you will have to rely on yourself in the future." Xiang Yang took out a few sheets from the stack of money and handed them to Wen Ze on the side, and at this moment they were on their way home.

Wen Ze shook his head and didn't dare to answer.

"Take it! It's a reward for helping me these days, and it's not hypocritical to be a man. ”

Wen Ze finally took it, didn't count, carefully stuffed it into the pocket of his jacket, and covered the clothes tightly.

In fact, May is already very hot, but it is not as hot as a few hot big solidarities in the chest.

When Xiang Yang arrived home, it was already afternoon.

Xiang was very worried about his mother, and asked if his classmates had made trouble or caused trouble to others, but he never asked about his studies.

Xiang Yang replied very seriously, and then began to make up for homework.

In this era, primary school students have a lot of homework, copying texts can be copied ten times and ten times, and they really have to be done all of them, and one afternoon is definitely not enough, so he picked out some useful ones to complete, as for the rest, anyway, he was at the bottom, so what does it matter if he doesn't do it?

Hide the money on his body again, Xiang Yang is still quite satisfied in his heart, the rich days are really good, and another 2,000 is 10,000 yuan.

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The May Day holiday passed like this, and the students once again put on their heavy schoolbags, and walked into the campus with reluctance to the holiday.

Xiang Yang thinks that this is very good, this is youth, and no amount of money can be exchanged.

Yang Yixin combed two pigtails, which made her even more delicate and cute, and she jumped over when she saw Xiang Yang.

"Xiangyang ......" shouted softly, with a hint of playfulness, this little girl seemed to be in a good mood.

"Little Sun ......" replied to the sun.

Yang Yixin's little face was red, redder than Chaoxia.

"So many people, you call it that?" Yang Yixin said angrily, chased after the situation, and the two entered the classroom laughing.

Xiang Yang saw Wen Ze standing on the podium, the book was open, but he didn't read it. Xiang Yang smiled at him, and he also smiled, tacitly not saying anything superfluous.

Yang Yixin glanced at them a little strangely, as smart as her, and didn't ask much.

One day passed like this, and it seemed that the time on campus was always so good, and the past was so fast.

Xiang Yang walked out of the classroom and walked to the school gate, but was once again blocked by the old man in the communication room, and received a registered letter.

The signature on it is from the story meeting, and after touching it, it should be a sample issue.

It is not uncommon for magazines to send samples when his works are released, and it also indicates that his works will appear on the market in the near future.

Thinking of this, Xiang Yang is still a little excited, to see the works of the fire in his previous life, in his own name, let many people witness the growth, even if Xiang Yang is dull by nature, he can't help but be enthusiastic.

The story will be published in May, this is the place where the sunny version of the ghost blowing lantern was born, whether it will continue to achieve legend, or obscurity, it will begin to witness at this moment.

Of course, for the editorial department of the story club, this is actually a normal thing, although the story of the ghost blowing the lamp is very exciting, but it is impossible for them to have too much performance.

Li Jianguo still reviews the manuscript every day, and only in his spare time will he think of the plot of the ghost blowing the lamp, and occasionally make up what will happen later.

For example, Editor Hu and Editor Zhang had forgotten about this matter because they were too busy, so they divided the manuscript into two parts and arranged it in the May and June issues, because they were very confident.

They are confident that Xiangyang will consciously send the content behind them, which is not worried about this as an old magazine.

Sincerity has been given, 100 yuan and 1,000 words, which is the highest standard at this stage, and the other party should feel honored.

But will Xiangyang feel honored?

Naturally, it won't.

At the moment, he was reading the sample magazine, looking at the selection of jokes, but the stalk was too old for him to laugh.

However, he still saw an interesting article, a short story, about a woman and two men, the expression was very novel, giving people a refreshing feeling.

For Xiang Yang, who is accustomed to online articles, this traditional short story gives him a new feeling that needs to be thought about.

Of course, Xiangyang doesn't care about any of that.

He is very lazy, too lazy to think about things that are too complicated, and being able to express them directly is the best way to express them!

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A few days later, the story club finally went on sale, and for this kind of old magazine, sales are not a concern, they have a stable sales channel.

People in this era mainly tend to subscribe to newspapers, and there are not many people who subscribe to magazines, and the main way to sell magazines is still that kind of newsstand, such as the one in Nansha Town Market.

Xiang Yang took a look, and there were not many people who bought magazines, but he was not worried, good things would always be discovered.

And he fancies the story club, naturally because of its sales lead, Nansha Town is only the tip of the iceberg, or not even a tip, it can only be regarded as a trace of debris in the iceberg.

Maybe that's what cares about!

In fact, people who write essays are like this, they always care about their grades at the beginning, until they are numb at the end.

When Xiang Yang wrote online articles in his previous life, he always liked to brush the backstage, and he was always accompanied by surprises, disappointments and other emotions, but now it is interesting to think about it, which is a good embellishment in life.

After all, life is too boring, and you have to have some fun on your own.

On the first day after the story club was published, book lovers who loved story clubs began to go to the newsstand to buy them as usual.

It's just that folk tales are originally close to the people, and a lot of similarities can be found in them, and it is natural to feel bland.

Of course, this is also one of the selling points of the storytelling, close to the people, so that they can find fun in it, which is the so-called sense of substitution.

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Li Zhouguo is a retired teacher, and after his retirement, he stayed at home and became obsessed with reading various magazines, and stories were naturally among them.

He likes every story in it, he feels that it is life, it is a different life for others, he is always feeling those differences, and he enjoys it.

After the story is released, he will always go to the newsstand to buy a copy as soon as possible, sit in his Taishi chair, and read it slowly.

"The quality of the stories in these issues seems to have declined!"

Li Zhouguo sighed after reading half of it.

He doesn't pick a story, he always looks at it from beginning to end, as if he was reviewing his own students' work in the past, but he doesn't seem to be satisfied with them.

"Huh...... The novella of this issue is a bit long! ”

It seems that he has found some bright spots, Li Zhouguo helped his reading glasses, and sat up straighter, this subtle movement can be seen that he has a trace of interest.