Stepping on the class bell, He Tian walked into the classroom, and the noisy classroom immediately became quiet, and a few little boys who were playing in the back row while the teacher had not yet arrived also obediently returned to their seats.

He Tian showed a satisfied look on his face, sat down in his seat, took out a notebook and pen from his bag, and placed them on the table in an orderly manner.

In just half a year, his body is like a spring bamboo shoot after a rainy night, quietly growing to one meter six five, and his thin body, which was originally weak and can't help the wind, has also inflated a lot like a blown balloon, raising his hands and feet, showing masculinity and strength.

In this era, malnutrition is a common phenomenon, and the development of children is naturally not very good, so when it comes to physical fitness, He Tian said that no one dares to compete for the first place in this class.

It was for this reason that his seat was placed in the last row.

The primary school where he is located, whether in terms of teachers, students, or other aspects, can only be regarded as a third-rate primary school.

Most of the teachers are a monk who hits the clock for a day, and they don't put too much effort into teaching, and they don't have many requirements for students.

The influence of teachers on children is intangible, under such a group of teachers, there is no need to think about the students' grades, and one game is naughty, except for some precocious girls, most of the other people's minds are on playing.

The first time He Tian walked into the classroom, he felt that it was noisy.

After figuring out the situation in the class, the first thing He Tian did was to set rules for the group of bear children in the class.

It doesn't matter how noisy you are after class, but you must be quiet during class, and whoever dares to make trouble, he will target whomever you want.

With a radish in one hand and a big stick in the other, the mind and force of an adult, he quickly established his authority in this class.

Later, with the "rapid improvement" of his academic performance, he won the favor of more teachers, and no one dared to provoke him.

The first lesson of the day is math.

Math teacher Mr. Li is a bald old man, holding a triangular ruler and a lesson plan in his arms, and a ceramic cup with a five-pointed star pattern in one hand.

Clearing his throat, he spread the lesson plan on the podium and said aloud in Mandarin with a strong Northwest dialect accent: "Let's open it..."

He Tian flipped the math textbook to the number of pages specified by the teacher, put it on the left-hand side, and put a notebook in front of him.

Turning to the place where I wrote yesterday, I thought about it for a while, and then I continued to write.

The notebook is very thick, but there are very few blank pages, and if someone opens it and looks at it, they will find that it is densely packed with words.

If the person who opened it was a literary practitioner, it would not be difficult to find that the things in this notebook were a little cluttered, and there were.

There are seventeen or eighteen lines of small short poems (actually lyrics).

There are also some story synopsis that are a bit strange to read.

Readers who are familiar with the crossing should be able to understand when they see this, He Tian is engaged in a profession that many travelers will do, the copyist.

Ten years after the abolition of manuscript fees, in 1977 the basic remuneration was finally restored nationwide, at this time the manuscript fee was much lower than at the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, but the remuneration per 1,000 words for manuscripts was 2 to 7 yuan, and for translations was 1 to 5 yuan per 1,000 words.

The longitudinal comparison is very low, but the horizontal comparison, compared with the wages of ordinary workers, this manuscript fee cannot be regarded as low.

For reference, Qiao Zuwang's monthly salary at this time is twenty-three yuan and five.

After the revival of literature in the new era marked by "scar literature" in August next year, and the literary world ushered in a vigorous vitality,

In 1980, a new standard of remuneration for writers will be introduced, which will be raised to 3 to 10 yuan per 1,000 words for manuscripts and 2 to 7 yuan per 1,000 words for translations, and will be further increased after 84 years.

For He Tian, who is limited by age and has several children at home to help take care of, the profession of Wen Copying Gong is very suitable for him.

Before coming here, he had made up for the famous literary works of the 80s and 90s for a while, and many of them he had learned and read when he was a child, and it was not difficult to memorize the main storyline and some classic sentences.

The writing may be a little lacking when recalling the reproduction, but at his age, it seems more real.

And for him, compared with some literary journals, it is less difficult to submit articles to popular science journals and magazines.

The skills that come with the system have made him very accomplished in medicine and medical-related mathematics, biology and other fields, and the difficulty of submitting papers is almost none.

Just to make everything reasonable, He Tian often goes to the library after school.

Compared with the brain-draining recollection, what makes him more headache is the time-consuming time of writing, his writing speed is faster than ordinary people, he can write about 30 pieces a minute, and he has to copy the novella of 30,000 words for about 17 hours in a row.

So now he writes some every day during class time, saving up and sending it slowly.

This is also the main reason why he asks his classmates to be quiet in class, because too noisy environment is not conducive to his "creation".

Anyway, for him, the knowledge level of the teachers on the podium is not as good as his, so there is no need to waste time listening, just spend some time reviewing and reviewing before the exam.

.......

The bell rang at the end of class, as if some magic switch was turned on, and the teaching building instantly turned from static, and the crowd poured out from the doors of the classrooms, gathered into a stream, and rushed to the school gate.

Then they were diverted at one intersection after another, and finally disappeared into the lights of thousands of homes.

He Tian went to the library as usual today, followed by a small tail, Qiao Erqiang.

Qiao Erqiang, a child, inherited the fine tradition of the old Qiao family in terms of learning, and he knew six of the seven tricks, but he didn't know anything.

He Tian also thought about maybe it was a problem of learning methods, but after tutoring the little brother in private for a while, He Tian raised his hand and surrendered.

He is not discouraged, he is very talented in reading, Qiao Erqiang is not talented in this area, so forget it, there is no need to force him to become a talent in this area.

After a period of observation, he found that Qiao Erqiang, like the one shown in the play, is very talented in eating, especially the nose, which is much more sensitive than ordinary people.

Since this is the case, let's send Qiao Erqiang to learn cooking when he is older.

The people take food as their heaven, and those who make good dishes will not starve to death anywhere.

However, this does not mean that he will indulge Qiao Erqiang now, the battlefield of learning to fight talent is more in the upstream, and the middle and lower reaches are far from the level of fighting talent, Qiao Erqiang can not be admitted to college, but he can't be illiterate.

"The old rule, memorize all ten big characters, and write one silently, then this candy is yours."

Looking at the toffee that He Tian took out of his pocket, Qiao Erqiang nodded silently, sat down opposite He Tian, took out his textbook and pen and paper, and copied it over and over again.

Seeing this scene, He Tian nodded with satisfaction.

Qiao Erqiang's mind is not very bright, but he is honest and honest, and he can work hard in order to eat in one bite.

Put the candy back in your pocket, you have to follow the rules, before Qiao Erqiang writes all the right, this candy will definitely not reach his hand.

I found an old popular science magazine on a bookshelf, and He Tianjin read it with relish.