In the evening, Su Quanquan had just pushed the cart into the alley, and saw a bicycle with a mail bag hanging in the back seat parked in front of his house, and his originally depressed mood couldn't help but improve.

I hurried to the door, and I happened to see a short, stocky man in his forties with a round face walking out of the door with a large notebook.

Hurriedly set up the car, Su Quanquan took out a cigarette and stepped forward to greet: "Lao Zhang, come here again?" ”

The postman Zhang Xingguo was already very familiar with Su Quanquan during this time, and smiled and pushed the cigarettes handed over: "There are still a few letters to be delivered, and you can't smoke them." ”

"Come on, don't care about these minutes."

You come and go a few times, Zhang Xingguo took the cigarette, but he just put it on his ear, and said with envy: "Your Suzhou and Hangzhou are really good, and today is ...... It's the sixth letter, but I can get a lot of manuscript fees next month. ”

"The child scribbled," Su Quanquan glanced at his son in the courtyard, smiled and said modestly, "I'm afraid that he will delay his study." ”

"Where can such a good boy be delayed, I have heard that he is still the first in the school," Zhang Xingguo stuffed the black notebook with various documents into the mail bag, and continued: "You husband and wife will wait to enjoy happiness in the future." ”

As he spoke, Zhang Xingguo's eyes also turned to the courtyard, but it fell on the young girl who was so beautiful that she didn't talk like that, and quickly withdrew it.

I sighed in my heart, what a terrible little boy.

The two sides said a few more polite words, Zhang Xingguo rode away, and Su Quanquan pushed the cart into the courtyard.

Inside the hospital.

His wife, He Fen, his son, and Zhang Yi, Gan Xin, and Hong Aya, were all looking around at a letter that had just been opened.

Su Quanquan parked the car and stepped forward, and asked with some uncertainty: "Or is it a 'notice of draft'?" ”

I can't help but wonder.

It's only been a long time, and it's been six letters, and now the standard of the magazine is ...... Even if his son is good enough, it seems to be ...... It's lower!

Su Hang handed the letter to his father and said with a smile: "I didn't expect it, I received the fifth letter a few days ago, I think this month should be the limit, who knows, it will be August soon, and there is another one." ”

Today is July 31st.

Monday.

The last day of July.

Su Hang really didn't expect that six 'manuscript notices' a month really exceeded his expectations. I'm even thinking about it, will it be like the previous final exam, and get up again?

You must know that as of yesterday, according to the original plan, Su Hang had sent a total of 16 novels. At first glance, out of 16 novels, 6 are accepted, which seems to be a small proportion, but the problem is that many novels are still on the way.

Moreover, the submission and notification are back and forth.

Even if it is calculated according to the average of 10 days of back and forth, pushed forward to July 20, Suzhou and Hangzhou only sent 10 articles at that time.

That's the equivalent of, six out of ten!

In the whole summer, in eight weeks, I plan to write 32 articles, and according to the 60% chance of using the manuscript, I can almost publish 20 articles, but Su Hang's goal is only 10 articles.

Su Quanquan didn't have as many ideas as his son, although he felt that the standard of the current magazine didn't seem to be high enough, but he was still very happy, and after reading the manuscript notice in his hand twice, he handed it back to his son: "Don't be proud, and Dad just thinks, your mind is still more focused on studying." ”

"I understand," Su Hang took it and motioned upstairs, "Then we'll go upstairs." ”

Watching the four juniors walk into the stairwell, Su Quanquan and He Fen came to the kitchen together, the smile on their faces had disappeared a lot, and they took out a few banknotes from their pockets and handed them to their wives: "I borrowed a hundred from Lao Li, which is enough for you to pay your salary." ”

In the past month, because of the son's head, even though the Hong family took the initiative to pay the medical expenses very kindly, other inevitable expenses still made the Su family nervous again.

He Fen took a stack of five and ten yuan of change, counted them, stuffed them into his pants pocket, and said, "Next month...... For six articles, Xiao Hang's manuscript fee should be a lot. ”

Su Quanquan nodded, and shook his head again: "I just thought, try not to spend that money at home, just let him save it for himself, and maybe how much he will need to go to college in the future." ”

He Fen thought about it, agreed, turned to another matter, and looked at her husband worriedly: "Fertilizer factory, what's the situation?" ”

A few days ago, news suddenly came out.

It is said that Tao Bingli and the municipal government have not negotiated, and it is likely that he will give up the contract for the Heyuan fertilizer plant.

Subsequently, not only rumors, but Tao Bingli's Fengrui Group, which had already sent some people to the fertilizer factory, also withdrew again these days.

The continuous bad news has worried the workers of the fertilizer plant who were looking forward to resuming work.

Su Quanquan went to inquire about the situation with some colleagues in the afternoon, and when he heard his wife ask, he sighed: "Lao Cui took everyone to find the leader and said that it was ...... The factory may really be liquidated. ”

He Fen's body shook: "Liquidation? ”

Su Quanquan helped his wife, and his expression turned to frustration: "Do you remember the last time I told you about the assessment?" Fengrui Group's meaning, the equipment in the factory, the condition is too poor, they don't want to take it. ”

He Fen was silent.

Su Quanquan followed for a moment of silence, and finally spoke: "Don't worry, it's a big deal, I'll go back to my hometown and pack a few acres of land to plant, my father said this last time." ”

He Fen began to wipe his eyes: "What about the two of us, I don't want to think about it, I'm afraid it will affect Xiao Hang." ”

Speaking of his son, Su Quanquan was a little more confident: "It can't be affected, our son is capable and assertive, let's not drag him down." ”

He Fen snorted, glanced upstairs, and lowered his voice again: "Those two girls, Gan Xin...... Let's not talk about it first, Hong Aya is running over every day like this, what's the matter? ”

Su Quanquan actually felt that it was inappropriate, and when he heard this, he said, "Then you talk to her." ”

"What do I say?"

Su said: "Then don't worry about it, just don't stay here at night." ”

"With such a face, I'm afraid it will affect Xiaohang's study."

"If you think about the draft notice just now, it won't affect it."

"Even if it is...... I can't look down on it either," He Fen lowered her voice, and finally said what was in her heart: "I didn't mention it last time, that girl, except for a face, there is nothing, I thought, our Xiaohang will be able to study abroad in the future, and when the time comes, not to mention the right person, how can I find a highly educated person." ”

Su Quanquan: "......"

He Fen continued: "You didn't see it just now, just the 'notice of manuscript', she pointed to the word 'written' and asked how to pronounce it, which is not much better than being illiterate. ”

Su Quanquan finally spoke again: "Why don't you talk to Lao Hong?" ”

He Fen shook his head: "That's ...... It's hurtful. ”

"What do you say?"

He Fen said: "You go and say." ”

Su Quanquan was helpless: "Can I hurt someone?" ”

"For our son."

Su Quanquan said: "I think my son is fine, he can hold it." ”

He Fen stiffened his face: "If you can't hold it, get an illiterate grandson for you to come out, and you will cry." ”

Su Quanquan laughed: "What did you say...... Whoever is born with a college graduate is not all illiterate. ”

"You know what I'm talking about."

Su Quanquan patted his wife: "Don't worry about it, it's really not good, you think like this, no matter what, our son won't suffer." ”

"Why don't you suffer a loss, my son is precious."

Su Quanquan didn't want to mess around with his wife anymore: "You cook, I'll run for a day and go wash." ”

……

Because of the parents' habitual concealment, and these days have not been out of the door, Suzhou and Hangzhou did not know about the regeneration twists and turns of Fengrui Group's contracting of Heyuan Fertilizer Plant.

After getting the surprising sixth 'draft notice', Su Hang went upstairs, and while continuing today's study plan, he was already thinking about it, and it was time to plan for the next step.

After all, according to the current situation, there is no big problem to publish at least 10 articles in two months.

Then, maybe you can get ahead of your time.

You don't have to wait until after the start of school, but just this summer, try to arrange the things you need to do in advance.

That way, you won't have to be distracted when school starts.

After thinking about it this way, he stayed until the evening and finished the draft of a novel again, and for the rest of the night, Su Hang began to re-read the various submission information recorded earlier.

Suzhou and Hangzhou needed a publishing house.

Goals are also set.

Preferably in this province, or in a neighboring province.

This makes it easy to negotiate in person.

In addition, the corresponding publishing house should have its own magazines that have contributed articles, and if there are several newspapers and periodicals, it will be more perfect, so as to facilitate the subsequent operations.

I rummaged through it, but I found one.

It happened to be the "Qingxu" that I bought, and the magazine was attached to the organizer, Zhongyuan Boyi Publishing House.

However, there is no single option.

As for the rest, the main thing is that the information is incomplete.

In those days, there was no Internet, unlike later, when you could get a lot of information by tapping on the keyboard.

There should be information that Su and Hangzhou need in the corresponding magazine, such as the key one, the 'organizer', but, except for a "Qingxu", other newspapers and magazines, Su and Hangzhou only recorded the submission address they needed, and did not excerpt the others.

So, before going to bed, Su Hang had already made a plan to take the time to go around in various bookstores, bookstalls, newsstands, libraries and other places.

I have been raising it at home for more than half a month, and I happen to be able to go out.

……

The time entered August 1995.

Su Hang made up his mind that night, but this time it was not implemented immediately, on the one hand, his mother insisted that he stay at home for a few more days, and on the other hand, it was also intended to be a group activity on the first weekend of August.

And so it came to August 2nd.

Wednesday.

The parents didn't come back at noon, and Zhang Yi stayed here until nine o'clock in the morning and returned to his house, leaving only Su Hang and the two girls again.

Lunch was made by Gan Xin.

Hong Aya's house is obviously in the same alley, but a certain girl doesn't go back at noon.

If you don't go back, you won't go back, however, Su Hang sent her to be in charge of cooking before, and after one time, she didn't want to go back a second time.

In fact, he can also fight, but Gan Xin would rather come alone.

Ate and went upstairs again.

Su Hang and Gan Xin were sitting at the long table by the window, talking about some sophomore physics exercises, when a lazy voice came from behind them: "Xiao Hang, come on, how do you pronounce this word?" ”

Before Su Hang could respond, Gan Xin had already abruptly got up and walked over.

Hong Aya, who was wearing a blue shirt and white pants today, was lying on the bed, with a book in front of her, and when she saw Gan Xin coming, she immediately pressed the book under her and said vigilantly: "What are you doing?" ”

Gan Xin glanced at Hong Aya's pair of petite jade feet, retracted her gaze, and said, "I also know how to read." ”

Hong Aya said: "I want Xiaohang, I don't want you to see it." ”

Gan Xin turned to the bedside desk, took out the "Qingxu" magazine, rolled it up and hit Hong Aya's head.

Smack-

Hong Aya was beaten, hurriedly dodged into the bed, and shouted: "Ah, Xiao Hang, she beat me." ”

Su Hang hurriedly got up and walked over, and when he saw that Gan Xin was still chasing and fighting, he stretched out his hand to stop: "Stop, stop, how to hit the head." ”

Intentionally, of course.

I can't wait to replace the magazine with bricks.

However, being stopped by Su Hang, Gan Xin stopped continuing, dropped the magazine, and turned back to the window to sit down sullenly.

Su Hang put the magazine back on the table and looked at the girl curled up in the bed: "Sister Hong Aya, you better go back, it's not a matter to always be angry with the family like this?" ”

Hong Aya brushed her hair a little messy, shook her head and said, "I'm not angry. ”

Su Hang gestured around: "Then what is this for?" ”

Hong Aya looked over: "You said that I was red-faced." ”

"Huh?"

"I don't want to die."

"Oh?"

"You also said that I have to find a powerful man to marry, and I have to be more reliable to avoid being disgraced."

Su Hang: "......"

Hong Aya and the young man looked at each other and said seriously: "I found it." ”

Su Hang: "......"

Hong Aya said again: "Moreover, my sister still owes you a life, and it happens to be paid back together." ”

Su Hang: "......"

Hong Aya leaned to the side of the bed, her eyes were full of water, and she unfolded the book that she hadn't let go of just now in front of Su Hang, and her face turned red for some reason: "Xiao Hang, look at it, how do you pronounce this word?" ”

Su Hang took a look and realized that the woman was holding a copy of "Waste Capital" in her hand.

There is also a paragraph that is pointing out......

Men and women are entangled.

Clearly deliberate.

Reaching out to grab the book, Su Hang stretched out his hand, grabbed Hong Aya's little ear, ignored the woman's 'yaaa' cry, and dragged all the way to the door: "Go back to your house!" ”

After speaking, he closed the door directly.

Returning to the table and sitting down, seeing Gan Xin looking at him fixedly, Su Hang exhaled and said helplessly: "Crazy!" ”

Gan Xin nodded.

There was no movement outside the door, and no one passed by outside the window, but Su Hang ignored it and restarted the exercises for Gan Xin.

After more than half an hour, Su Hang was hesitating to open the door to take a look, when there was a knock on the door downstairs: "Is there anyone?" ”

A voice that has been familiar to this time.

Postman Zhang Xingguo.

Apparently there is good news again.

Su Hang got up, and Gan Xin also stood up.

When I opened the door, I saw Hong Aya sitting on the ground with her knees crossed, noticing the movement behind her, turning her head, looking up, with a pitiful and delicate face: "Xiaohang, my sister is not wearing shoes." ”

Su Hang said angrily: "Go put it on, and then go home." ”

"I don't!"

Hong Aya said, got up and squeezed into the house, put on her shoes, and quickly followed downstairs.

Su Hang has already opened the door: "Uncle Zhang, is it my letter again?" ”

"More than that," Zhang Xingguo smiled, and took out a package much larger than an envelope from the mailbox: "There are good things today." ”

Su Hang took the package and let Zhang Xingguo into the courtyard, and said unexpectedly: "So fast!" ”

It has been seen that the package should be a sample issue.

It's only August 2 today, and even the two companies in the province that hired their own manuscripts seem to be too efficient.

"This is normal, if the issuance date is the 1st of each month, it must be printed and distributed earlier, and the sample issue for the author is also sent in advance," Zhang Xingguo knew what it was, and he knew what it was, and said again: "There is another one." ”

Flipping through the large 16-carat black notebook used for registration and other matters, Zhang Xingguo took out an envelope sandwiched in it and handed it over: "Give." ”

Su Hang has already read the package information, "Zhengmao" magazine.

Obviously, it was the one that hired "Countless Passing Years", and it is also the same provincial magazine as "Qingxu".

Seeing another thin envelope handed over, Su Hang thought about it, took it with some expectation, and also guessed what would be in the envelope.

It's been tossed for so long, but it's not for this.

Zhang Xingguo also explained with a smile: "Manuscript fee remittance form, come, sign first, and when you are free, bring your ID card, and go to the post office to take out the money yourself." ”

Su Hang signed Zhang Xingguo's notebook, and when he saw that the three people around him were looking expectantly, he was also curious, and opened the envelope in his hand in front of everyone.

Pull out the list.

Several people looked together and found a number at the same time.

Zhang Xingguo opened his mouth first: "Hey, 91 yuan 5, a lot." ”

Both girls also had bright eyes.

Only Su Hang, at first glance, was a little disappointed.

It's less than 100 pieces.

At first, I thought there would be one or two hundred.

Look carefully, the list on the list is very detailed, "Countless Passing Years", a total of 6100 words, the remuneration standard, 15 yuan per thousand words, a total of 91.5 yuan, there are zero and whole.

I remember that after 2000, the occasional manuscript fee was not so small.

However, think about it again, it's 1995, and the same ninety dollars, even compared to 2000, the purchasing power is different.

What's more, if everything goes well, the big head is still behind, and now these manuscript fees are only a fraction.

Thinking about it like this, I was a little relieved.

What Su Hang didn't expect was that these were just the beginning, and the next few days would be lively.