The textile factory stopped work again, Miao Feng didn't go out in the morning, just finished washing some clothes, and was drying them, when her husband Xie Changzhuang came in with a cart.

Look at it right away.

Just as he was about to open his mouth and turned his head to glance at his daughter's room upstairs, Miao Feng stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "How is it?" ”

Xie Changzhuang walked to the well in frustration, scooped up the cold water in the bucket and drank a few sips, before he also said softly: "There are only five people, there are more than 100 people, and I didn't specialize in sales when I was in the spice factory, what do you say?" ”

The Heyuan spice factory closed down last year, and Xie Changzhuang has been unemployed for almost a year.

In recent days, Sanghe Liquor has been recruiting employees for flying paramotors everywhere these days, and Xie Changzhuang ran to try his luck, but he ran into a gray nose.

Miao Feng heard her husband say this, and asked unwillingly: "Didn't the spice factory produce liquor additives before, did you tell people about this, you are knowledgeable, and besides, running sales, you are also so good at talking?" ”

"Say, it's useless," Xie Changzhuang said: "Over the years, so many small wineries in the local area have been closed, and there are more people than my counterpart, how can we compare?" ”

Miao Feng was silent and sighed softly.

As he spoke, the bicycle clanged outside the door and rang the bell a few times.

The couple looked over and saw the rear of the car with the parcel flashing, and the sound of talking soon came from next door.

After listening attentively, Miao Feng turned to her husband and whispered, "Here we go again." ”

Entering August, the feeling of the Xie family, next door, the postman simply comes over every day.

Miao Feng started to join in the fun, and she was also happy for the boy next door, but after many times, especially after seeing a remittance slip that was as high as 369 yuan, her emotions became complicated.

369 pieces!

It's just an article, and the money earned is higher than her salary for a season. Moreover, as for the 120 yuan per month in the textile factory, depending on the recent situation, maybe it will not be able to be sent at any time.

Xie Changzhuang also listened to the east, took out a cigarette and lit it, took a puff, and smiled obviously more open-mindedly than his wife: "What is the twist, that's a person's ability." ”

While the couple were talking, Xie Ling, who was originally doing her homework upstairs, heard the movement next door, went out to take a look, and went downstairs with a snap, said hello to her father, and went out to turn to the next door.

A girl who is only twelve years old this year doesn't have much of an adult's mind. During this time, after seeing the article published by the neighbor's brother Su Hang, he only had admiration.

Seeing his daughter like this, Xie Changzhuang spit out a puff of cigarette and said with a smile: "I'll take a look too." ”

"There's something to see."

Miao Feng said sourly, and when she saw her husband going out, she slowly dried the last few clothes, hesitated a little, couldn't help but be curious, and came to the next door in the end.

There was already a group of people in the courtyard, talking and laughing lively.

Miao Feng heard a teenager's voice first: "I didn't receive the 'draft notice', I thought this article hadn't been passed, so I sent it directly." ”

"Different units have different policies," this is the voice of postman Zhang Xingguo: "The newspaper two days ago didn't send you a notice. ”

"The print is good."

"Brother Su Hang, which one, let me take a look?"

"This."

"Well...... "The Troubles of Young Liu Wei".

"I know this book, oh, no, yes...... That, that......"

"The Troubles of Young Werther."

"Yes, yes."

"Heh, Xiao Hang is able to use it, this name is clever."

Many years later, when Liu Wei faced a big white goose that pounced on him again, he would surely remember the distant morning when he finally returned a bottle of soy sauce after a lot of hardship. Hehe, it's an interesting beginning, but, Brother Su Hang, why is it 'soy sauce'? ”

"Look back."

Miao Feng stood outside the crowd, glanced at the two girls on the left and the right of the young man, and saw that her daughter shouted 'Brother Su Hang' one by one, laughing on the surface, but she was concerned about another thing in her heart.

It has been noticed that in addition to the unopened sample mail packet, there is also a thin envelope in the hand of Gan Xin beside Su Hang.

However, there seems to be no intention of opening the package.

This made Miao Feng a little entangled, wanting to see it, but not wanting to see it.

Just as he couldn't go up or down, another neighbor helped him ask: "Great writer, how much is the manuscript fee this time?" ”

Su Hang was signing Zhang Xingguo's large notebook, and said with a smile: "Not much, just like the one the day before yesterday, I thought it would be one or two hundred, but who knows it's only 63." ”

When the young man said this, Miao Feng immediately thought of the 369 yuan manuscript fee remittance bill that he had seen with his own eyes, but when he heard this, he felt a little better.

It turns out that not every article is so much!

Another woman said: "More than 60 yuan is a lot, and a nephew of my mother's family interned in the provincial capital two years ago, and he was busy for a month, and his salary was less than 100 yuan."

He Fen, who is also at home today, said: "It was the first two years, and I was able to work in the provincial capital, and now I must earn a lot, and it is more stable than our small place." ”

"Yes, he sits in the office, with little money, but decent," the woman who was praised smiled and did not forget to pay it back: "Your Xiaohang will definitely be more prosperous in the future." ”

After these few sentences, the issue of manuscript fees was bypassed.

The postman Zhang Xingguo listened to the sounds around him and did not interject, but his heart was full of emotion.

Today is August 8th.

The boy in front of him, since the first parcel on the 2nd, these days, counting the new arrival, has received seven different newspapers and magazines in a row, and there are also two manuscript notices.

Zhang Xingguo also knew that the manuscript fee that Su Hang deliberately mentioned was actually the least one compared to others.

The highest one, Zhang Xingguo remembers very clearly, the name of the article is "Flower Season is So Like This", 12,300 words, and the magazine gave a full 30 yuan and 1,000 words, so the total manuscript fee is as high as 369 yuan.

369 yuan!

Think about yourself.

Walking the streets and alleys all day long, not to mention this month, it is not yet payday on the 15th, just last month, salary plus bonus, a total of 337 yuan and 6 cents.

It's not as much as a 16-year-old boy earning more from an article.

People are more ...... than people

It really can't be compared!

Anyway, these days, Zhang Xingguo has taught his own kid more than once about the affairs of Suzhou and Hangzhou, and once he even made a move.

I can't help but be angry.

Older than a teenager, why is the gap so big?

It was so lively for a while, and when Zhang Xingguo left, everyone gradually dispersed.

The last to go out was Xie Ling, Su Hang said that she could take the magazine home to read, and the little girl ran back very happily, and He Fen was a little reluctant to read it.

During this time, whether it was the manuscript notice received by their son, or the remittance form of the manuscript fee, or even the sample issues of various newspapers and magazines, He Fen and his wife had the same attitude and wanted to collect it well.

Don't pay this girl back!

The outsiders all left, leaving their mother, as well as Zhang Yi, Gan Xin and Hong Aya, and Su Hang opened the thin envelope containing the remittance slip in everyone's expectation.

Several people looked at it together.

"The Troubles of Young Liu Wei": word count, 8700, remuneration standard, 25 yuan per thousand words; Total, 217.5 yuan.

"More than two hundred, a lot," He Fen opened his mouth first, and then said with disgust: "The one who gives 10 yuan for 1,000 words, don't vote in the future, my son only gave 63 yuan for an article, a humble person." ”

Saying this, He Fen glanced at Gan Xin.

Since the first remuneration, He Fen has been calculating in his heart, plus today's one, I am afraid that there are more than 1,200.

Ten months of my salary.

However, half of them were to give the girl, saying that they had been discussed before, and help her pay the tuition.

Originally, the couple wanted Su Hang to save the money to prepare for college, but the son insisted on taking it out for daily use at home, and talked about it again at dinner a few days ago, but the husband had no opinion, He Fen didn't say much, and knew that this girl had been helping her son sort out the manuscript.

It is......

Alas.

Glancing at Hong Aya again.

Fortunately, this girl does not go to school.

At the beginning, Gan Xin came to the door for the first time, He Fen was very happy and gave ten yuan. But, now...... Speaking from the heart, she was not satisfied with the two beside her son.

I always feel that my son should find something better.

Therefore, I also remembered that Zhang Yi had mentioned to her before that there was a girl in the school who was sent by car, and she also had a good impression of her son.

At first, I thought it was high.

Now, with my son's ability, that's not bad!

I don't know when I'll see you.

Su Hang didn't know what her mother was thinking, so she showed her the remittance slip for the manuscript fee, and said, "Mom, I'll go up first." ”

"Well, let's go," He Fen nodded, and immediately asked again, "What do you want to eat at noon?" ”

"Auntie, let's cut some meat."

It was Hong Aya who spoke.

Everyone looked at a certain girl together, Hong Aya was not embarrassed at all, and she looked like a matter of course.

This girl is not cheeky anymore.

It's just shameless.

He Fen read it in his heart, but said with a smile: "Okay, then I'll go to the street, Xiaoyi, you stay at noon, don't go." ”

Zhang Yi shook his head: "No, my mother ......"

"Your mom is here too, and your dad isn't at home at noon, so don't start the fire." He Fen immediately said: "In this way, go and shout now, just to help cook together." ”

The relationship between the two families is close enough, and Zhang Yi is not too polite, so he promised to go out first.

Su Hang sent his mother's cart away, and then walked to the stairs and said to Hong Aya: "You're really welcome." ”

Hong Aya followed behind Su Hang, didn't answer this, but pulled the boy's placket: "Xiao Hang, sister hasn't bought clothes for a long time, and I want a new dress." ”

"Don't buy it!"

Hong Aya's tone was weak: "Sister is wearing it for you." ”

"It's okay if you don't wear it."

Hong Aya's tone suddenly softened: "Do you want to see if your sister is not worn?" ”

Su Hang: "......"

He grabbed a woman's little ear again, went downstairs again, and threw it all the way outside the door of his house.

Close the door!

It's still messy.

It's hard to do it all over again, I just want a 'youth campus', how can it be more and more like 'alley love'...... Uh, no, 'alley romance'?

Outside the door.

A certain disaster water did not have the consciousness of being thrown out of the door at all, and was still talking: "Xiao Hang, the beans on the wall are old, sister picks some, and when my aunt comes back to add some vegetables, you give me a basket." ”

Su Hang: "......"

Turned to the side of the kitchen, took the basket, opened the door and threw it out, closing the door again.

Then go upstairs.

Gan Xin followed silently throughout the whole process, and entered the house of Suhang, before saying: "Suhang, you ......"

"Stop, I don't want to see it!"

"Oh."

Only then did he find that he was a little angry, Su Hang sat down at the bedside desk, looked at the girl on the side of her body, although it fitted but also shoddy handmade clothes, and said, "When we go out in a few days, we will go to Hexi Market and buy you a few." ”

Gan Xin sat down on the edge of the bed, hummed, reached over and stroked the boy's forehead, covering the scar with longer hair.

Retract your hand.

Xiao hesitated, his body also lay back, kicked off his shoes, followed Hong Aya's example, rolled on the bed twice, and then turned back, looking at the young man who opened the drawer and found a stack of documents.

Su Hang glanced to the side and warned: "Don't follow her, or you will find out." ”

Gan Xin hummed again.

Actually, I want to say, if you like to pry, you can also do it.

However, on second thought, the woman was crazy, but she was not crazy.

Forget it.

I just quietly shrunk my size 41 feet into the hem of my pants.

I'm afraid he'll see it.

Su Hang put out a stack of manuscript fee remittance slips, and said: "We will go to the library tomorrow, we will not stay at home, and if there is a letter, let my mother wait at home." ”

Anyway, my mother's textile factory stopped working again.

Gan Xin whispered, "What if she follows too?" ”

"Leave early, don't let her follow."

Gan Xin didn't think this method would work too much, but she didn't say anything more.

Tumbling on the bed again.

His head was buried in his pillow and he sniffed secretly.

Su Hang didn't pay attention to it anymore and concentrated on what was in front of him.

Counting the one that just arrived, in eight days, a total of 7 manuscript fee remittance slips have been received.

Among them, the one with the lowest unit price, 10 yuan for 1,000 words, 6,300 words, was only given 63 yuan, and the highest one, 30 words per 1,000 words, happened to be the most words in "Flower Season So Like This", which was 369 yuan.

I found a pen and paper and quickly counted it.

All total, a total of 1221 yuan.

Suzhou and Hangzhou have also basically determined the current manuscript fee market for books, newspapers and magazines, which is about 10 yuan to 30 yuan per thousand words.

However, as you can imagine, this is only for ordinary authors.

Well-known writers are certainly no longer on the list.

Thinking about it a little, Su Hang didn't think about it anymore, step by step, anyway, just the money up to the moment not only solved the daily needs of the family, but also the tuition fee for the first half of the second semester of high school promised to Gan Xin.

Next Month......

Not to mention next month, this month, I received 6 manuscript notices before, but only 5 of the corresponding newspapers and magazines arrived, and the other two, just like today's one, were sent directly without a manuscript notice.

Anyway, in a few days, there should still be.

In addition, I have also received two other 'manuscript notices' this month, which were sent at the end of last month and the beginning of this month, but the notice is basically confirmed that it will be published in September.

And that's just the beginning.

In any case, 7 notices have arrived, 1 notice has not arrived, plus 2 next month's 'draft notice', which is exactly equal to 10!

The goals of the first stage have been fully achieved, and there is no need to worry about the next step.

Thinking so, he temporarily put away the stack of manuscript fee notices in front of him that were either taken out or not taken, Su Hang took out a homework book in front of him and opened it, on which was a handwritten plan in the past few days.

The title is unabashed:

The first person to create 'youth literature'.

Among them, how to build momentum, how to market, and even how to follow-up, with reference to some memories of the past, Suzhou and Hangzhou have listed them in detail.

Now, all you need is one partner.

Thinking of this, Su Hang looked in front of him again.

I had planned to go out last weekend, but because Zhang Xingguo said that he would also deliver letters on the weekend, he had to stay at home, so he couldn't do anything. However, at the moment, there are several good choices in front of the stack of sample magazines.

For example, "Qingxu"

This is not only the first magazine I bought, but also, compared with the 15-word manuscript fee of "Zhengmao" in the same province, "Qingxu" gave 30 thousand words, which is surprising.

At the same time, "Qingxu" is also under the jurisdiction of Boyi Publishing House.

Zhongyuan Boyi Publishing House is also a veteran publishing house in Central Plains Province.

In addition, there are only two of the 7 publications that also gave 1,000 words 30 to another magazine, "Jing Nian", which published the article "Flower Season So and So", which is also under the jurisdiction of a provincial publishing house in the south, and, in addition to giving a remuneration of 30 thousand words, this magazine, together with three sample journals and manuscript fee remittance slips, also sent a letter of invitation.

According to the standard of "Flower Season Like This", the length of the article is 1 to 20,000 words, and the remuneration of 30 words per thousand words was promised again, which can be described as full of sincerity.

However, "Jing Nian" also has drawbacks.

It's too far.

If you want to have an interview, in these days, it is estimated that you will have to take a train for a day or two.

Therefore, although yesterday sent another novel to "Jing Nian" that was specially written to more than 15,000 words, Su Hang still had to include the other party in the final choice.

With the sound of conversation downstairs when preparing lunch, Su Hang re-browsed the plan in front of him, added some ideas, and made up his mind that he should first collect the information of various publications and even the corresponding publishing house in more detail.

If it is appropriate, even if it is farther away, the cooperation must be cooperated.

If it's not suitable, no matter how close it is, you can't mess around.

After all, it is the best opportunity, once the operation fails, even if there is a chance to come again, it is the second time that the big girl sits in a sedan chair...... It's not fresh!