Bailuyuan, I am Bai Xiaowen

Chapter 38 White Deer
A poem costs three oceans, and Bai Xiaowen is quite satisfied.

I have bought too much paper over the years, and I have also made two trips to the provincial capital to buy a lot of things.

No time.

Bai Jiaxuan also asked him to do field work.

With the cooperation of space ability, although it is not tiring, it still takes a lot of time to cover up.

Lu Zhaopeng: "Xiaowen, you need a pen name. If you want to publish your poem on Qin Jin, you need a pen name. Few people use their real names."

Bai Xiaowen: "What's your pen name?"

Lu Zhaopeng: "Ru Ziniu."

Bai Xiaowen: "I've read the Qin Jin magazine that Lingling brought over. There are a few articles written by Ru Ziniu, which are very good."

Bai Xiaowen recited several paragraphs of his articles from memory, which made Lu Zhaopeng even more admired and became his confidant.

After thinking for a while, "Then my pen name will be Bai Lu."

"Bailuyuan, Bailu Village. Bailu is a good pen name. Okay, in the next issue, I will post your poems after reading it. Then I will send you another Qin Jin Magazine."

Lu Zhaopeng has some power over the compilation of Qin Jin Magazine.It is a rising star of the magazine.

There are a group of die-hard fans in the provincial capital middle school.

Today’s magazines are still a bit expensive.

A copy costs about two cents.

It's a bit expensive, and students from some schools in the Northwest will buy magazines.There are fewer people buying out of the Northwest.

And usually several people collect the money to buy together, and borrow each other to read.

If you buy every issue of the magazine, you need a better family background.

Qin Jin Magazine publishes an issue every week.

The two talked a lot here.

Lu Zhaopeng was shocked.

Because of all the topics he talked about, Bai Xiaowen was able to pick up and express his own opinions.

Chatted for a while and left, still talking when they left, asking Bai Xiaowen to leave the original place, there is a wider world outside.

People just left.

A cry came from the old lady's house, "Lingling, you are doing yourself a disgrace. If you continue like this, how will you get married in the future?"

The family hurried to the old lady's house.

"Jiaxuan, look, look. How did you give birth to such a baby?"

I saw the little girl Bai Ling cut off her long braid and kept short hair.

Pretty bold.

Bai Jiaxuan was stunned, and didn't know what to say for a while, the matter had already been done, the hair was cut, and it couldn't be put back on.

"With your hair cut like this, how will you see anyone in the future?"

"It's the same with female students in the city."

"You are getting more and more noisy."

Bai Jiaxuan locked Bai Ling in the house.

"Father, what are you doing? Why are you shutting me down?"

"If you don't care anymore, go to the house and unveil the tiles."

"Dad, why are you locking me up? Mom, dad is locking me up."

Xiancao: "Lingling, you can lock up for two days. If you get bored, you can spin the thread. Mom will bring you meals later."

"Can women only spin thread? Brother Zhaopeng said, this is ignorance. You can't close people's minds and dreams."

Bai Jiaxuan: "You try to shout one more time and my legs will be broken."

Bai Jiaxuan called Bai Xiaowen to his side, "Did Lu Zhaopeng come to our house just now, looking for you?"

"Yes."

"Why is he looking for you? Did you hear what your sister said just now? Don't associate with this Lu Zhaopeng. What did he ask you for just now?"

Bai Xiaowen: "A poem I wrote was meant to be published in a magazine."

"A poem you wrote?"

Bai Jiaxuan seldom heard what his son said about writing poems, and his brother-in-law never mentioned it, so he was a little curious, "What poem did you write, read it to me."

Bai Xiaowen began to say: "I love this land
If I were a bird,

I too should sing with a hoarse throat,

This land hit by the storm,
This river of grief and anger that is always raging with us,

"

It will be over soon.

Bai Jiaxuan: "Is this also poetry?"

The rise of vernacular poetry has not been a few years.

Bai Jiaxuan was literate, and having dealt with his brother-in-law for so long, he naturally knew what poetry was.

Bai Xiaowen: "Dad, this is vernacular poetry, which is more fashionable outside now."

Bai Jiaxuan still wanted to ask his brother-in-law, "Write down this poem you wrote and let me take a look."

Bai Xiaowen was asked to write it down so that he could show it to Zhu Juren.

He knew that Lu Zhaopeng was very smart, but he didn't know why he always felt that something was wrong with Lu Zhaopeng, and he didn't want his child to be mixed with Lu Zhaopeng.

Bai Xiaowen followed suit one by one.

It was only one or two hundred words, and it was quickly written on paper.

Bai Jiaxuan was very satisfied with this word.

I read the content on the paper again, and it started with "I love this land." It was written well and in plain language, so that everyone can understand it. Just love the land. How can any farmer not love his own land?

Love the land and know how to farm and study, which is in line with the family motto of the Bai family.Bai Jiaxuan has always been satisfied, but it's a pity that there is no scientific examination now, otherwise he will have to take the examination of scholar and scholar like his uncle Zhu Juren.

I put away what Bai Xiaowen had written and immediately went to Bailu Academy to see Mr. Zhu.

Suddenly thought of something, and asked, "Xiaowen, where do you want to write this poem?"

"In the magazine, Qin Jin magazine, it is the same as published in the newspaper."

Magazines and newspapers are still very popular now.

Even in Bailu Village, many people know the newspaper.

No television, cell phone, newspapers and magazines are among the sources of information about the outside world.

"Is there any royalties?"

Bai Xiaowen: "Yes, three oceans."

"How many?"

"Three pieces of ocean."

"Then a few words can have three oceans!"

This somewhat broke Bai Jiaxuan's perception.

This is too much.

An acre of medium-sized land may only be sold for a dozen or so oceans.

Three oceans can even buy three points of land.

When times are bad, you can still buy people.

As a result, just a few words written like that can earn three oceans.

This speed is faster than the money earned from growing tobacco on the original land.

Some can't believe it.

Bai Xiaowen directly pulled out from his pocket, and took out the three oceans in the space.

"Father, you take it. This is the manuscript fee that Zhaopeng gave me."

Think of it as a supplement to your family income.

The life of the Bai family is okay, and they are planning to live.

There are still no big fish and big meat.

You can have a full meal every day.

If you can have enough to eat, life is considered very good in this era, and it can be regarded as the life of a landlord.

With three oceans in his hand, Bai Jiaxuan completely believed it.

He collected the money, it was his son's money, he was the head of the family, he took it with peace of mind, and now there is no separation, the family's money and food are allocated by him, the head of the family.

At this time, Bai Jiaxuan was still thinking about whether he was really old.

The world is changing too fast, and the young people of this generation are completely different from when they were young.

After packing up, he went to Bailu Academy to talk to his brother-in-law Zhu Juren.

After leaving, Bai Xiaowen went to see the younger sister.

"Brother, help me, brother."

Bai Xiaowen: "Just stay for a few days. Calm down, dad loves you the most, and I'll probably release you in two days at most."

(End of this chapter)