Chapter 62 Nebula Award "This author is so outstanding." Yang...
"This author is so excellent." Yang Tian said.
Li Hua, who was standing next to him, took this opportunity to say, "Let's listen to our son and give the book to others. Otherwise, he will be angry if he finds out."
Speaking of his son being angry, Yang Tian felt unhappy at all. This eldest son seemed to be taking him less and less seriously.
But he really didn't dare to do anything. His son was the pride of the area, not just the entire village.
Although my son has not been home for the past two years, once he comes home and a conflict really arises, no one will stand on his side.
Just like that, after some coaxing and persuasion, Yang Tiancai finally agreed to give the book away.
There are conditions for giving gifts. He can only give it to someone he likes. Not everyone can take it.
The first one is the postman. They have to have a good relationship with the postman because all their letters are delivered by the postman.
Their family left a book for several children to read, so Li Hua asked the second child in the family to take the children to read the book and learn to recognize words.
"Study hard and go to Peking like your brother and Teacher Daohua in the future."
"Mom, can girls go to Peking too?"
Li Hua was stunned. She was illiterate and she was unable to go when the county government came to promote literacy. She had to work at home.
But she knew that only by studying hard could one have a bright future. The people she played with when she was a child were all good at studying and therefore had the opportunity to work outside.
After Yang Xue was admitted to university and started working, it further proved the saying that only by studying hard can one have a promising future.
She also wants all her children to be successful, but that is impossible.
Going to school costs money, and if a child goes to school for one more year, he or she will work one year less. The sum of money added up is not a small amount.
The girls in the family only went to school for two years. When they were a little older, they had to come back to help with housework.
In the evening, they listened to the postman reading the novel and then told them the story of Teacher Daohua.
Teacher Daohua is a rural woman, but the novels she writes are loved by Americans. She earns a lot of money and is famous all over the country.
I didn't expect the children to remember this.
"Girls can go too. Isn't Teacher Daohua even better than your brother?"
In the children’s minds, their eldest brother is the most capable person and can go to university in Peking.
When I was admitted, everyone in the village came to give me gifts, some food and some money.
Everyone is not rich, and even a few cents or dollars is a token of our appreciation.
Hearing Li Hua's affirmative answer, the girls were happy and shouted that they wanted to go to Peking and earn US dollars like Teacher Daohua in the future.
A few days later, Yang Tian distributed all the books in his house, and became a celebrity in the neighborhood.
Most of the families that received the books had literate people at home. Yang Tian was unwilling to give the books to those who could not read a single word.
It's his own business to make the fire, and these are his books. He can do whatever he wants, but no one else can do that.
In these few days, the villagers in the mountains near and far spend their leisure time listening to new stories.
"Yang Chuang? Hey, isn't this the boy from our village? Why did he run away?"
"Third Grandpa, this is not Uncle Chuang, this is a story, it's fake."
"You don't understand. This must be about Chuang Wa Zi. The Water Margin is still true. Your uncle Chuang also committed a crime back then. He ran away and never came back. Alas... his mother is still waiting for him.
Whether dead or alive, there must be a message. I have to tell you, Grandma Xiaocao, that Chuangwazi is gone."
As he spoke, the old man, leaning on his walking stick, staggered towards Grandma Xiaocao's house.
He lent the book that the postman brought back to other people. After so many borrowings, the county magistrate finally borrowed it.
The People's Literature newspaper had just arrived at their place, and he had already read half of it. He really wanted to read the whole thing, but he didn't expect that someone would specially send the book to them from Peking.
When he heard that Li Daohua bought it and sent it back, the county magistrate felt that this author cared about ordinary people like them and was not someone who looked down on others.
"It's not easy for such a great author to send books to us."
Li Daohua now has to be fully armed whenever she goes out, for fear of being recognized. Fortunately, she wears more clothes in winter and does not attract attention.
As she earned more and more money, she began to wonder what she could do with it.
Just like Yang Xue this time, his hometown is very poor, and the villagers have no way to understand the outside world and are very isolated.
In fact, Li Daohua can understand that times are changing, and the more closed a place is, the more it will be isolated from society.
Things that are commonplace in big cities are unimaginable in small places.
Beijing had its first subway in 1969, but people in many places didn’t know about it until the 1980s and 1990s.
Set up a free library for poor areas.
In comparison, books at that time were indeed not cheap, and most people preferred to borrow books rather than buy them.
Li Daohua’s idea is to prepare a library or reading corner for every school in poor areas.
She could subscribe to national newspapers and some books for them, and the postman could deliver them. All she had to do was spend the money.
However, this is not an easy task. Where are the poor schools in need of funding? How many poor schools are there? And how many books are needed in the first batch?
Each school has a different population, needs a different number of books, and what defines a poor school...
She told Ouyang Yuan and her parents about her idea. They all agreed that the money was earned by her and she could spend it however she wanted. They could only give some suggestions, but she had the final say.
It would be difficult for her to accomplish this alone. It would be best to cooperate with the authorities. They know best where the schools are, how many people are in the schools, and what the poverty level is...
"Stop busying yourself with your work and come and watch the Spring Festival Gala. It's really great."
Lin Jinfeng sat on the sofa, watching the show while eating melon seeds. Even when she called Li Daohua to come and watch, she didn't take her eyes off the TV.
There are too few TV programs, and every time a new program comes out, Lin Jinfeng becomes addicted to it.
Although the picture quality is not good and there are unexpected events during the live broadcast, it does not prevent the whole family from watching it together.
The Spring Festival Gala started at eight o'clock and lasted for more than four hours. Lin Jinfeng could hardly hold on until the end. She had never stayed up so late before.
They didn't go home this year because they heard that there would be a Spring Festival Gala this year, and the old couple felt that they would not be able to watch the Gala if they went home.
You can go back to your hometown anytime. The Spring Festival Gala only lasts for one night. Besides, as long as everyone is at home, it's a family reunion.
Even Ouyang Yuan's mother was in Peking, living with his brother Ouyang Jin.
This time when Li Fenghuo and his friends returned to their hometown, they were also planning to bring their entire family to Beijing.
They are now fully capable of settling down in Beijing, so why not bring their family over?
Bring it with you, so you won’t be alone, and you can all move around more often in the future.
Lin Jinfeng and her friends even wanted Li Daohua to buy them a house near Li Fenghuo's home so that they could live together and not feel lonely.
In response, Lin Jinfeng said: "I will definitely watch TV every day. I am not too bored."
These days, Peking is decorated with lights and is extremely lively. It is the first time for Lin Jinfeng and her friends to celebrate the New Year in Peking, so everything they see is new and exciting.
"Oh, if we had known, we wouldn't have gone home last year. This place is so lively. Look at the big red lanterns. It's so festive. There's no place like this in our village."
Li Sanzhu stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the red streets, and said with emotion: "Even in our county, it's not so lively."
We celebrate the Spring Festival, but America doesn't. Before the New Year was completely over, Li Daohua received a call from Ian, saying that "The Walking Dead 1" was a huge success.
Not only that, the novel "The Walking Dead" was also successfully shortlisted for the "Nebula Award".
"I have inside information. You will definitely win the award this time. The Nebula Awards has contacted me and asked me to invite you to the award ceremony."
This is different from the last Nobel Prize. It is a formal nomination. In fact, even if she did not win the prize, Li Daohua would be invited to attend the award ceremony.
After all, there are not many people shortlisted, and the selection committee can still afford to pay for their round-trip airfare, food and accommodation.
"You'd better not tell anyone else, and ask Dennis not to tell Li Ziran either."
Dennis and Li Ziran talk on the phone much more frequently than the two of them do. Li Ziran gets a lot of information about America through Dennis.
Li Daohua wanted to go quietly this time and wait until she won the award, instead of making a big fuss just because of a nomination.
If you do this too often, you might even be labeled a professional runner-up.
If she were going to America, Ouyang Yuan would naturally go with her. Li Fenghuo and Ouyang Jin were also familiar with the company's business, so there wouldn't be any major accidents.
It would be a big deal if Li Daohua went to America. Ouyang Yuan was worried about her in the first place, and there was no way he would let her go to America alone.
Can a decent man let such a young and beautiful wife go to a place like that without any worries? Of course not, Ouyang Yuan is just an ordinary, normal person.
To get to America, one needs to take a plane. When they were waiting for the plane in the terminal, they met a group of people who were also waiting for a flight to America.
They were sitting together and of course on the same flight. After a few visits, Ouyang Yuan started talking to them.
Li Daohua didn't say anything. She didn't like flying before she traveled through time. It was a torture every time she took one.
What's more, they are going to America, so it's better to prepare for the jet lag in advance. She is closing her eyes to rest now.
It was Ouyang Yuan’s first time there, and due to jet lag and excitement, he chatted a lot with a group of equally excited people around him.
After getting on the plane, seeing that Li Daohua was not asleep, Ouyang Yuan told her that the group of people just now were from the national team, and this time they were going to America for a tennis match.
This surprised Li Daohua, and she looked at them a few more times.
Tennis has never been a popular sport in our country, and it is even more difficult for people to come to America to participate in the competition at this time.
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