Build a farm from the mountains

Chapter 253 Receiving Letters
Wu Hao chatted with a few people for a while, and learned more about the "brilliant" deeds of the two of them. He is quite clear about people like Zhang Liang.

He often fights and suffers a lot of injuries. Even if he went into the mountains several times, Zhang Liang still dared to continue hunting with a gun.

At most, it is depressed and gloomy.

Generally speaking, Zhang Liang has a big heart and courage.

Deng Daliu is actually no worse than Zhang Liang. He was prescribed once, and some conditioned reflexes are normal for some illnesses.

Most people in the Northeast are quite good at talking. Wu Hao chatted with a few people for half an hour before driving to the post office to pick up the letter.

It was not a letter from an acquaintance, but a manuscript fee. During this period of time, I wrote four or five poems, and I wrote more poisonous chicken soup. I only wrote tens of thousands of words in the novel.

The first manuscript fee I received was only three yuan and fifty cents, the second manuscript fee was five and two yuan, and the third time I received eight yuan.

It took two or three months to write before earning less than half a month's salary.

Doesn't it mean that poets have a high status now?Why do you make so little money?
Status and money are not necessarily linked. It is useless for a poem to become popular, and newspapers collect it at a high price, which is [-] cents per word.

How many words are in a poem?

It is necessary to publish a collection of poems to make more money, and novels also need to be published.

Most of the poets in the 80s were poor. They were only famous, and the little money they earned was not enough to eat.

Wu Hao got into the car with the letter, and opened the thickest one first.

Inside were a newspaper, some letter paper, and a money order.

A few pieces of letter paper were written densely and eloquently. At the beginning, he was very politely called "Teacher Beihe", which is exactly the meaning of his pen name, Beimian Jiehe.

He couldn't help laughing, he became a teacher!He sighed secretly: "Sure enough, everyone wants to be supported."

Looking at the inscription below is Fanxing, the literary editorial department of the "Star" newspaper group.

The remittance slip was opened, and it said 'postal remittance notice'. The payee was naturally his name, the remitter was Fan Xing, and the remittance unit was the "Star" newspaper group.

Wu Hao counted the money he received, and it turned out to be 18 yuan and six cents!

This is the money for the two poems he mailed in the past month. It is estimated that the newspaper will accept them as soon as they receive them. Given the nature of the post office, it is normal for the letters to arrive later.

It's just that he didn't expect the price to be so high. The two poems add up to less than [-] words, and the price is completely based on the high price.

Put this letter aside and read through the other letters, not from the newspaper, but from readers.

There are always some "magic" readers who can find the address on his letters in the newspaper office and reply, and some discuss literature.

Some mailed him five yuan and three food coupons. There are many such readers, and they know that some poets can't live.

"Fortunately, no one sends blades." Wu Hao looked at the letter and smiled, and it is not popular to send blades now.

Find a pen and reply to the letter in the car. If you talk about literature, you will reply to literature. If you don’t understand literature, you will humbly ask others for advice.

In a few days, I will buy some more books to supplement my knowledge. Just being able to write poetry is not enough, and he also accepted the food stamps.

He wrote back to others saying that the family conditions are good, and he no longer needs to mail food stamps. He will keep writing poems and novels will not stop.

Wu Hao estimated that he was a relatively wealthy poet in this era, so he wrote back to thank the readers for their kindness.

Going to the newspaper office to mail the letter and driving home, he entered the mountain road in the north of the township, and a man carrying a canvas bag in front of him caught his attention.

Looking at the back, it must be old and wilted, wearing a new suit, not as spoiled as before, probably just returned home from shopping in the countryside.

After refueling and catching up, he stopped beside him, poked his head out of the car window and asked, "Uncle Su went to the village?"

He looked at Lao Li carefully. His hair was cut short, his clothes were clean, and his stubble was shaved off. He looked more energetic.

Just like rejuvenating the second "spring", he couldn't help gossiping, is he looking for a wife?
Su Laolan stopped and looked at the car window. He didn't expect to meet Wu Hao, and immediately replied happily: "I'll go to the village and pick myself up."

Then he said with a little embarrassment: "I have lived half my life for my daughter, and I have made up my mind to live the rest of my life for myself."

"The money you gave plus what I earned in the forestry farm, I have a lot of money now, and I don't have to raise a daughter, so I dare to spend it."

"That's right." Wu Hao nodded in agreement, and asked, "Did Su Xue say when she would come back to see you?"

Su Laolan's embarrassed smile immediately disappeared, and he lowered his head and replied sullenly: "She said that she is too busy going to school in the capital..."

"I bought two small houses over there, and asked me to go there after the autumn harvest."

Su Laolan raised his head and said with an ugly face: "I told her that your family has a truck and a row of big houses."

"Let's not talk about our village, it's rare in the whole province of H. Ask her to come back and marry you and live a happy life. Guess what she said?"

Su Laolan didn't wait for him to speak, as if venting his dissatisfaction, he lowered his head and smiled wryly: "People say that she has all these houses and cars, and the houses in the valley are incomparable to those in the capital."

He suddenly raised his head and said angrily, "What's so good about the capital?"

"The capital is good!" Wu Hao nodded approvingly, and he agreed with Su Xue's statement, regardless of the aspect.

His mother is rich, and the 212 jeep is much more expensive than his truck. Zhou Min can build a row of big houses in the countryside at any time.

The mother is rich, and the relatives have big members. Such a family is far from the top, but if it can be passed down, it must have a long-term vision.

After they have no worries about food and clothing, they are looking at the future.

At that time, people were really simple, and most of them admitted that they were rural people, but gradually they changed.

Slowly, I will talk about rural household registration and urban household registration. Is the urban household registration awesome?No!You can only have a face if you have a registered permanent residence in Beijing.

If I say that I am from the capital, it means face, and having a certain status in the capital means face!

Nowadays, people think that it is better to find a job with an iron rice bowl than a small business, and many people look down on businessmen.

As a businessman, it is normal for Zhou Min to want to have a certain status in the capital. The whole family is working hard, and Su Xue will definitely follow after being infected.

Everyone has strengths and weaknesses, Wu Hao remembered that Su Xue was talented in broadcasting and hosting, but was quite stupid in other aspects.

But she was lucky enough to become the host in the end, and she was pretty, even if she wasn't the first sister of Beijing and Taiwan, she was very handsome.

The two of them are just classmates who have chatted a few words, and they have not confirmed the relationship. If you think of a normal person, they will choose to stay in the capital to develop.

Su Xue was not wrong, but Zhou Min was different. The capital city where she abandoned her husband and daughter now has money in her pocket and relatives, and she can pretend to be 13.

In the future, if you have a certain identity, you will be very respectable.

Wu Hao sneered, it's right for people to look down on Xiaoshangou now, it's normal to look down on him.

However, once he has opened up foreign exchange in the north, and still has the status of a respected poet, even if he rides a donkey backwards to the capital in the future, he will be able to tear Zhou Min's face into pieces.

Looking at Su Laolan, he said: "Uncle Su, don't ride a donkey backwards when you go to the capital. You are too tired. Let Su Xue find you a small shop."

"Make steamed stuffed buns, deep-fried dough sticks and soy milk, and sell some tea eggs. This small breakfast shop can earn at least 5000 yuan a year in Beijing."

He knew that Su Laolan could cook, that he could raise a daughter for ten years by himself, and that he had already practiced cooking skills, and it was not bad.

Opening a breakfast restaurant in the capital can really become a household of ten thousand yuan in two years, and the iron rice bowl is not comparable to these people.

Su Laolan nodded immediately: "I listen to you! I listen to you!"

Wu Hao is definitely interested in him, and he doesn't hesitate to let him stay in the valley to farm. In fact, he is also reluctant to part with this homeland.

Looking at him with some melancholy, he said: "When I go to the capital, except that I have a daughter, I am no different from a lonely family."

"When you go to the capital in the future, you must see Uncle Su!"

"I will definitely see you when I go." Wu Hao said with a smile: "Get in the car, I will take you back."

"No more drips." Su Laolan pointed at the intersection and said, "I'll be home soon, you are busy with your work."

Wu Hao saw that the intersection was indeed not far from the village, so he didn't insist on sending Lao Jiba back, saying goodbye to him and driving home.

Su Lao looked at the leaving truck in a daze. He hadn't met Wu Hao a few times, but he knew that this kid had a clear sense of grievances and grievances.

I didn't blame my daughter or him. They only settled with Zhou Min, which was really nice to him.

If blood relationship is not counted, he feels that seeing Wu Hao is closer than seeing his own daughter. With such a son-in-law, he can leave with a smile on the day he dies.

"It's a pity!" Su Laolan walked home in a depressed mood, lowered his head and cursed: "Zhou Min, a grass-mud horse!"

He is the one who hates Zhou Min the most.

The sky was cloudy and it was about to rain. Wu Hao drove close to the village and saw a child with his hips on the south side of the village, as if scolding a family.

The car stopped next to him and heard clearly.

Li Erhuai just looked back at the truck and continued to point at the house and curse: "Old lady Zhang, come out!"

Wu Hao was so bored, I always heard that this kid scolded the old man for being a lamp, why did he scold the woman this time?
He patted the car door and asked, "Why?"

Li Erhuai turned his head and said with a very dissatisfied look: "Xiao Wu, you judge, the two brothers can't beat me, and the old lady Zhang is sideways."

Pointing at his right eye, he said angrily, "Look at it and beat me up!"

Wu Hao looked at his panda eyes and the two bruises on his face, these were not hurt to Li Erhuai!
No matter what the reason for the fight, but three-on-one is definitely not right. He nodded in approval and said, "It's not a big deal. You won't be at a disadvantage if you beat the two brothers. Go home."

Being an adult is sure to suppress things. People in the village can't control Li Erbai, and he will say a few words when he meets him.

Can Li Erbai do it?With bared teeth, he sneered and said, "Young master can't be beaten in vain, you have to deal with the three of them today!"

Wu Hao leaned on the car window and taunted: "This is forcing you to pretend! The masters will not cut you when they come back!"

There are many healthy men in the village who work in the forest farm. When I go home at night and see this kid blocking the gate and swearing at people, I definitely can't get used to him.

Li Erhuai heard that the masters were not afraid but showed a haughty look and said: "Come on! Let the four of them go up together, who is the young master afraid of!"

Wu Hao smiled and said, "It's not that you're not afraid, you're really resistant to beating."

Seeing that Li Erhuai wanted to turn around and call out, he said, "I'll give you a question, if you can't answer it, go home."

"Do pigs have single eyelids or double eyelids?"

"Huh?" Li Erhuai was stunned. He loved to study these things, otherwise he wouldn't have asked Zhang Liang whether chickens would stretch their heads or legs first.

He scratched his head, really couldn't answer, and usually didn't pay attention.

Wu Hao waved his hand: "If you can't answer, get out of here!"

Li Erhuai raised his head suddenly: "Who said that the young master can't answer? You wait for me to go home and have a look."

"Oh!" Wu Hao was startled when he looked at the direction he was running. Li Erhuai's house didn't raise pigs, so what can he see when he goes back?

Wouldn't it be to go home to see his mother?Thinking of this, he sneered and said, "I'm going to have another meal of fried pork with willow sticks!"

(End of this chapter)