Era: 1979 From mountain man to richest man

Chapter 117 Five days later, enter the city and submit the manuscript

Early in the morning.

The rays of the rising sun pass through the clouds and scatter in the valley of Qingsong Bay.

In the fields, mountains and forests, smoke and mist mix together, making it misty and misty, like a fairyland.

After Song Chaoyang had breakfast, he got on the tractor heading to the county seat.

Qin Tie and Cao Wei also entered the city with him today.

Cao Wei planned to visit Kong Yun today and bring her the silver bracelet she didn't remember to take away last time.

She put it under her pillow and forgot to take it.

This thing was a family heirloom given to her by her grandmother, and it was definitely not given to Song Chaoyang.

In addition, the skin of the sheep that Song Chaoyang killed last time was also taken care of.

This time I took it with me to Kong Yun.

She had said before that she wanted to make a sheepskin coat for her grandfather.

Everyone still remembers it.

Qin Tie is purchasing building materials today.

In addition, I watched target practice when I came back.

A few days ago, the sentences of Jiang Xiaowei and Sha Dejun were also handed down.

Just this afternoon at Wangjiahe Dam.

The county also specially notified all units and communes to organize people to watch.

Although I have seen a lot of them over the years, this is the first time for an educated youth.

Everyone is very enthusiastic about this.

Qin Tie is one of them.

Today, Song Chaoyang has more things to do when he goes to the county town.

The first step is to take the written story to the county editorial office.

At home these days, Song Chaoyang's "Calabash Brothers" has finally been completed.

A total of 220,000 words.

Song Chaoyang wrote the story in as much detail as possible to increase the sense of immersion.

I hope I can impress the editor once and for all.

Do not revise or reject the manuscript.

This magazine is relatively large in the province and has offices in many counties.

Although from a future perspective, this kind of publishing house is too bloated, it is good news for Song Chaoyang.

At least I don’t have to go to the provincial capital.

The other thing is to go to the county post and telecommunications office and ask if there is a reply from Professor Qian.

The eyes of this couple were almost fixed with anticipation.

Qin Tie had seen it before and confirmed it.

If there is no more today, Song Chaoyang also brought a letter written by Professor Qian to another friend.

The third thing, of course, is to go see Kong Yun.

She was at her grandfather's house recently, but she was in a bad mood all the time and couldn't even read.

Song Chaoyang planned to meet her and cheer her up.

By the way, I asked her to look at my "betting" questions.

After several days of practice, Song Chaoyang was able to see some Qi through concentration.

Of course this is not the biggest benefit.

The biggest advantage is that his memory has become much stronger. Although he has not reached the level of photographic memory, he can already remember many details of his previous life.

Especially the college entrance examination questions and answers that I have always wanted to memorize.

After his memory was enhanced, the most obvious thing was that he remembered a lot of questions and answers.

This is still my current stage. If I continue to practice, I will definitely remember more.

Even later, when his memory became stronger, he could just read a book.

Remembering what you see is also part of memory.

Even if he doesn't cheat, the exam is open book for him.

In addition to the above things, Song Chaoyang also went to the county drugstore to buy wild ginseng for Lao Zhangtou.

He has been feeling a little unable to keep up with his nutrition in the past few days.

So I went to Liziqiao early in the morning to buy turtles, and then asked Song Chaoyang to help bring back one or two wild ginsengs.

He also had to make up for it according to the prescription.

Otherwise, he won’t be able to practice the following things.

In traditional Chinese medicine, ginseng is a qi-tonifying agent.

This energy is the Yang energy that Lao Zhang struggled with the first day.

Even though he was a boy, he still couldn't withstand such intense training.

I just have to make up for it as my father said before. I'm afraid Lao Zhangtou's money won't be enough.

When the time comes, the gold in his hand will probably have to be used for emergencies. After all, he can't watch him train himself to death.

Also, I had some prophetic dreams last night.

Song Li was finally kicked out by Wei Hongbing. She shamelessly stayed in other people's homes for so many days, but in the end she still failed to achieve her goal.

Wei Hongbing is not a fool. He clearly knows what she has done. If he is fooled again, he will be as big an injustice as Qin Tie.

As for Qin Tie, he will meet Shi Xiaona again today, but this time she is single.

His heart was ready to move again, and he couldn't help but want to get closer.

When Song Chaoyang looked at him like that, he probably couldn't live without suffering some love.

I can't persuade this kid with good words, so I can only give him a vaccination first, so as not to get too involved and be seriously injured by Shi Xiaona.

In addition, Mrs. Jia is celebrating her birthday, and Song Chaofei, who is studying in college, will not come back.

But Song Chaofeng is coming back.

In the precognitive dream, the boy saw Song Chaoyang's house that was about to be completed and felt very unhappy.

Running around to cause havoc in the middle of the night.

I have to come back tonight and do this shitty thing.

If he comes to cause destruction like in the prophetic dream, then he will have to make him pay the price.

Chat along the way.

At almost 10 noon, the group arrived at the county seat.

Cao Wei got off the car directly at the government compound.

The first thing she did was to find Kong Yun.

Song Chaoyang didn't tell her that Kong Yun had already gone to her grandfather's house.

After all, he is an ordinary person on the surface.

How could I know that Kong Yun was not at home without asking around in the city?

However, the distance between the two sides was not that far. After Song Chaoyang saw Cao Wei walking into the family compound, he ordered the tractor to go to the county editorial office.

After arriving at the editorial office, Song Chaoyang and Qin Tie scheduled to meet at a state-owned restaurant in the county at noon.

Then I went to the editorial department to submit my article.

The editorial office here is in a large courtyard.

As soon as Song Chaoyang arrived at the door, he was stopped by a guard.

"What for?" An old man squinted and looked at him warily.

Although the clothes Song Chaoyang was wearing were clean, they had many patches. At first glance, he looked like a farmer from the countryside.

"Submitted." Song Chaoyang took out a large pile of manuscripts from his pocket, as well as the newspaper that received the manuscripts in the previous edition.

The old man looked Song Chaoyang up and down for a while, and then said:
"We don't accept it here. If you want it, go to the post and telecommunications office and mail it over."

The old guard was obviously deliberately making things difficult.

Even though he had already arrived at the door, he asked someone to send it to the post office. Isn't this taking off your pants and farting?

However, Song Chaoyang knew a common saying: The king of hell is easy to meet, but the devil is difficult to deal with.

This old man is just such a brat.

They don't have much power, but they will definitely use their power to embarrass others to the greatest extent possible.

Song Chaoyang also met many such people in his previous life.

He didn't bother to argue with anyone, so he took out a pack of 35 cents Hongtashan from his pocket and stuffed it directly into the old man's hand.

"Hey, what are you doing?" The old guard did not expect that Song Chaoyang, a poor man, would actually stuff him with a pack of cigarettes that he was usually reluctant to smoke.

I was already happy in my heart, but my mouth was refusing.

But in the end, it was still no match for Song Chaoyang, so he reluctantly stuffed it into his pocket.

There was no need for Song Chaoyang to talk nonsense. The old man immediately changed his expression and said to him:
"Comrade, we are here to serve the people, so don't do these things."

"My old man is not in trouble."

“If you want to submit an article, you have to find the right person.”

"There are several recipients here. You have to send it to the post and telecommunications office, and they will distribute it to the corresponding editor."

"If you find the wrong person, they won't accept your manuscript at all, and your efforts will be in vain."

Song Chaoyang nodded repeatedly, knowing that this old guy was looking for help, but he still had to pretend to be useful.

Then the old guard pointed at the manuscript in his hand and asked:
"Looking at you, you must have come a long way, so it's not an easy trip."

"Tell me, what kind of manuscript is this in your hand?"

Song Chaoyang handed the manuscript to the old man and said:

"Isn't this what the newspaper was searching for some time ago about fairy tales? I wrote some at home, and then I planned to come over and try my luck."

"Oh fairy tale..." The old guard nodded. He did not look at the manuscript in Song Chaoyang's hand, but said to him:
"Let me see your letter of introduction."

Song Chaoyang handed over the letter of introduction that Qin Wanshan had opened early this morning.

The old guard looked at it with squinted eyes, then nodded and said:

"Well, you wait here and don't walk around. I'll go in first and ask if the person who received this manuscript today is there."

Song Chaoyang immediately nodded to him:
"Excuse me."

Then I saw the old man, stumbled through the guard room, and walked directly towards the second floor of the courtyard.

After a while, he waved to Song Chaoyang from the balcony of the corridor on the second floor:
"Come here quickly!"

"hurry up!"

Song Chaoyang immediately agreed upon seeing it, then passed through the guard room, entered the courtyard and went up to the second floor of the editorial department.

"Editor Jin will leave for the provincial capital in half an hour. You're lucky, go in quickly." The old doorman waited for Song Chaoyang to go upstairs and pointed to an office.

"Thank you, sir!" Song Chaoyang bowed his hands to the old man, then went directly to the door of the office and knocked on the door.

There was a fat man with glasses and a bald head inside.

When he saw Song Chaoyang, he waved:
"I heard that Lao Qin said you want to submit a manuscript?"

Lao Tan? Song Chaoyang was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that it must be the old guard just now. He nodded quickly:
"Oh...yes, I write fairy tales."

Editor Jin had squinting eyes. He looked at Song Chaoyang and asked:
"Did you vote for others or yourself?"

"I wrote everything myself." Song Chaoyang replied.

Editor Jin was not in a hurry to read Song Chaoyang's manuscript, but asked him:
“Do you have any historical work before?”

"No..." Song Chaoyang shook his head.

Editor Jin looked Song Chaoyang up and down and said with a smile:

"I think so too."

Then he picked up the teacup on the side, took a sip of water and asked Song Chaoyang:
"What's your education level?"

"How many years of writing experience do you have?"

Song Chaoyang looked at his appearance and could only reply:

"With a high school degree, I write some things by myself one after another, just for my own entertainment."

"But this year I was translating manuscripts for the government, so I never had time to write."

“This is the first manuscript I’ve written this year.”

After hearing Song Chaoyang's words, Editor Jin's eyes became a little more serious.

he asked:
"Oh? Do you know English?"

"Well, I know a little bit." Song Chaoyang nodded.

At this time, Editor Jin pushed his eyes, hooked his hand at Song Chaoyang, pointed at the manuscript in his hand and said:

"Then I can take a look at your things."

"But let me remind you, my requirements are very high."

"Children's books are not like most literature."

Song Chaoyang handed over his manuscript and replied:
"Well, I know this, but I am very confident in my work."

"Haha... Qinggua Danzi is very confident in himself." Editor Jin sneered and took Song Chaoyang's manuscript.

Then he glanced at Song Chaoyang's topic and muttered suspiciously:

"Brother Calabash? What a bullshit name..."

But he still started reading from the beginning.

After reading the first paragraph, he pushed up his glasses and frowned.

Without making a sound, he continued to look down.

After reading the second paragraph, he licked his lips, picked up the tea on the table and drank a cup.

Then he sat upright and began to read attentively. He read page after page carefully and kept turning down.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Chaoyang waited for him to continue.

There are still quite a few manuscripts of 22 words.

In the office, there was only the sound of Editor Jin turning pages from time to time.

About twenty minutes passed.

Voices came from the door:
"Lao Jin! Why are you dawdling?"

"It's time to go to the provincial capital!"

Editor Jin was startled by the sudden sound.

Only then did he notice that half an hour had passed on his watch.

He raised his head and looked at Song Chaoyang in astonishment, and asked in surprise:

"This...this was written by you?"

"Yes." Song Chaoyang nodded calmly.

"Lao Jin, are you reviewing the manuscript? What kind of manuscript is it?" The man at the door walked in. He was a tall, thin, middle-aged man.

"Fairy tale." Editor Jin's voice was trembling, and his expression was a little excited.

"Hey, what did I think... Come on, I'll be waiting for you in the car downstairs. Don't forget to have a meeting this afternoon." The middle-aged man turned around and left.

"Old Wu, wait!" Editor Jin stopped the other party.

"Look...come here and take a look!" Editor Jin shouted to another colleague, Lao Wu.

Editor Wu turned his head inexplicably, walked to him and muttered:

"Fairy tales, what's there for children to read?"

"Chicks, puppies, ducks, Xiaoming, Xiaoli, Xiaohong, my head has been dizzy these days."

Editor Jin pointed to the manuscript in his hand and said to Editor Wu:
"This is different, this is definitely different!"

"Really? Is it a pony, a little crow, a little rabbit, a little turtle?" Editor Wu teased as he walked to Editor Jin and picked up the manuscript he had just read.

"Brother Calabash? Good guy, you're writing about plants! I didn't expect this!" Editor Wu complained, and then continued reading.

Then he read the first paragraph and the amusement on his face disappeared.

After taking out a pair of glasses from his pocket and putting them on, he found a chair, sat upright, and began to read.

(End of this chapter)