Chapter 111 Mom, I raised you by picking up trash 13

Sun Taotao left a small box of fairy tales for Jiang Fanyue.

Most people who go back to their hometown to visit a patient would not bring so many books.

Jiang Fanyue carefully checked and found that nearly half of the books were brand new, with no signs of being read, except that the outer plastic film had been removed.

Yao Rong also discovered this: "This is specially prepared for you by Taotao and others."

Jiang Fanyue hugged these books and felt the support and expectations contained in them.

In addition to her mother, there were others who were silently looking forward to her future.

Jiang Fanyue made book covers with newspapers overnight and carefully protected the covers of these books. Only then did she start to read them eagerly, learning writing skills from them and broadening her horizons.

Yao Rong also returned to her busy schedule.

The warehouse was cleaned up, and the "Fairy Tale World" sign Yao Rong had customized had also arrived.

She herself was not superstitious, and originally wanted to start work the next day, but the village chief rejected her proposal with one word, buried his head in the calendar for a long time, and helped her pick an auspicious day.

"Ask for a good omen."

Yao Rong was at a loss whether to laugh or cry: "I'll listen to you."

October 12th, everything is auspicious.

The villagers got up early and surrounded the factory.

Zhao Zong also rushed over from the market.

Yao Rong stood at the factory gate and lit a string of firecrackers by herself.

Amid the crackling sound, Yao Rong tore off the red cloth hanging on the sign, and announced with a smile that the "Fairy Tale World" factory officially started work today.

Jiang Fanyue, Yao Ruirui and Yao Miaomiao were all holding small bamboo baskets, distributing biscuits and candies to the villagers.

After receiving the biscuits and candies, the villagers dispersed, and no one gathered here to continue the fun and delay their work.

The four employees and Ruirui's mother all entered the warehouse and began to work.

Zhao Zong stepped on the firecracker debris on the ground and walked to Yao Rong, beaming: "Sister Yao, congratulations."

Yao Rong turned around: "Come on, I'll take you inside to have a look."

"Okay, I just want to tell you something about consignment."

Zhao Zong told her everything he had done and observed in the past few days.

He felt his pocket and took out a thick envelope: "There are 482 yuan in it, you can calculate the number."

Yao Rong took out 400 yuan directly from the envelope and handed it to Zhao Zong: "I bought some money in your store before, and now I want to settle it with you. The extra money is for the errands I asked you to run these days."

She bought 368 yuan worth of things in the lumber store before, and the remaining 32 yuan was the errand fee she gave to Zhao Zong.

Zhao Zong waved his hand: "I said before that I would run errands for you for free."

Yao Rong smiled: "I'm not being polite, take it first."

Zhao Zong hesitated, but still took it.

The warehouse is not small, but there are not many employees, so only a few houses are open, and most of the houses are temporarily idle.

Yao Rong took Zhao Zong to visit the entire warehouse, and took him to see the workers busy.

The four workers were all elderly, with half gray hair, but their hands holding knives were very steady, and their efficiency was not much worse than that of young people.

The tour lasted until noon, and Zhao Zong stayed here to have lunch with the workers.

To be honest, the lunch prepared by the factory is much richer than the lunch prepared by the villagers themselves, with meat and soup, and balanced nutrition.

After eating, Yao Rong poured Zhao Zong a glass of water and asked him what he thought of the factory.

Zhao Zong gave an objective answer.

Yao Rong offered an olive branch: "Would you like to come to our factory to work?"

Even though he had already guessed Yao Rong's plan, Zhao Zong's mind was still warmed when he heard this sentence: "Can I?"

Yao Rong wanted Zhao Zong to do marketing work.

He may still have some shortcomings, but the Fairy Tale World Factory has just started, and he has enough time and space to accompany the factory to grow.

"If Sister Yao thinks I can do it, I will definitely come." Zhao Zong said eagerly.

Yao Rong said: "Then listen to the salary I offer you."

Zhao Zong's salary is composed of two parts, one is a fixed salary, and the other is a commission.

The more orders he gets when he is out on business, the more salary he can get.

Even if you don't look at the commission, just looking at the fixed salary, it is already very considerable in this era.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Yao Rong asked him for confirmation: "Do you think there is anything that you are not satisfied with?"

Zhao Zong shook his head and nodded. What else could he be dissatisfied with ?

He has never been expected of in the past twenty years.

People around him said that he was idle and a second-rate person.

His father said that he was ambitious but incompetent, and unwilling to be down-to-earth.

The mother of the blind date looked down on him and thought that her daughter would suffer if she was with him.

After knowing Yao Rong for more than a month, Yao Rong had never directly affirmed his advantages, but the fact that she could offer such a salary was already the greatest recognition of his ability and character.

Yao Rong smiled and took out a contract that had been prepared long ago from the folder.

"Sign it."

Zhao Zong held the pen, and his hands shook a little when he signed.

Yao Rong extended his right hand to him and smiled: "Zhao Zong, welcome to the fairy tale world."

Zhao Zong felt that this name was very appropriate.

He now felt as if he was dreaming.

***

Early in the morning, Lu Junhao rode his bicycle to Changjin Publishing House. When

he arrived at the door, he opened the backpack on his side and said to the guard: "I'm here to get the letter from the editorial department."

He is an intern editor in the editorial department of Changjin Publishing House. What he has to do every day is to come to the guard to get the letter, then open all the letters and pick out the submitted letters to read.

When he encounters the kind of letters that are written casually, he puts them aside and returns them according to the address afterwards.

If he came across a well-written letter, he would pick it out and give it to other formal editors for review.

After parking his bicycle, Lu Junhao came to the editorial department on the third floor, carrying dozens of letters and soy milk and fried dough sticks.

When he arrived, many editors were already busy inside.

Lu Juntao walked to his desk and opened the letters one by one.

After reading more than twenty letters in a row, Lu Juntao rubbed his brows and felt tired.

Although their publishing house is open to readers to submit manuscripts, the quality of the vast majority of readers' submissions is not high enough, and there are many obvious problems. It is difficult to catch people's attention at the first time and gain the upper hand.

So after reading too much, Lu Juntao became a little uninterested.

"How is it, didn't you get anything today?" Xiao Jianguo, the old editor who was in charge of him, asked with a smile.

Lu Juntao said, "I did get something. But they are all old authors, not any outstanding newcomers."

Xiao Jianguo laughed, "That's normal. You can review manuscripts every day, but you can't have outstanding newcomers every day."

Lu Juntao drank a sip of tea to refresh himself, and picked up the next letter.

The immature but neat notes came into view, and Lu Juntao exclaimed softly.

"What's wrong?"

Lu Juntao didn't say anything. After a long while, he handed the letter in his hand to Xiao Jianguo: "Editor Xiao, take a look."

Xiao Jianguo lowered his head and took a look: "'Grandpa Big Tree Left in Winter'... Why does this name sound like a fairy tale?"

"It is a fairy tale."

Xiao Jianguo was tired, and the story was only two pages long, so it wouldn't waste time to read it, so he reached out and took it.

Soon, his expression became a little disappointed.

Lu Juntao was young and had never experienced the regret of not being able to say goodbye to his loved ones.

He was different.

His father said goodbye to him after the sun went down, but he didn't wake up with the rising of the sun the next day.

It's not that people can't accept the departure of their loved ones.

I just can't accept that I lost the most important person when I woke up, and I regret not saying goodbye properly.

Xiao Jianguo closed the letter: "This is indeed a fairy tale. But it is not only a fairy tale for children, but also a fairy tale for adults."

When Lu Juntao heard him say this, he knew that this submission was most likely accepted: "This author is a newcomer, her writing is not strong, and she should be young."

"Which newspaper did she submit this article to?"

"It happens to be the family column of Changjin Weekly that you are in charge of."

Xiao Jianguo nodded, read the article from beginning to end, and got up to find the editor-in-chief.

***

In order to get the factory back on track as soon as possible, Yao Rong has been running between the village and the city recently.

Jiang Fanyue knew that she was working hard, so she didn't bother her. She stayed at home every day to think about the story of the wishing mirror or review the textbooks from the previous semester.

On this day, Jiang Fanyue had just finished a few math problems when someone outside the door shouted, "Is this Jiang Fanyue's house? There is a letter for you."

Jiang Fanyue ran to open the door and took the letter from the postman.

She looked down at the sender and suddenly became nervous.

Is this a rejection letter...

or a manuscript acceptance letter?

Jiang Fanyue tore open the letter and took out the things inside. First, she saw a remittance slip for twenty yuan.

An emotion called joy rose from the bottom of her heart.

But before the joy spread to her eyebrows, the sourness reached the tip of her nose first, causing her nose and eye sockets to be slightly sore.

She actually did it.

Jiang Fanyue consciously wanted to share this good news with Yao Rong. She even forgot to put on a cotton coat. She wore a turtleneck sweater and rushed to the factory with the remittance slip and the letter.

However, when she arrived at the factory, she looked around but couldn't find Yao Rong. After asking Ruirui's mother, she learned that Yao Rong had gone to the market again this morning.

"Is there something urgent?"

Jiang Fanyue pursed her lips: "Nothing urgent."

In fact, this news can be shared at any time.

She just wanted to tell her mother about it as soon as possible.

"Then why did you run out without even a cotton coat?"

A familiar voice came from the direction of the factory gate.

Yao Rong was wearing a knee-length cotton coat. Her eyes turned around Jiang Fanyue's hand. It seemed that she thought of something. She eagerly took the letter. After reading the content of the letter, her eyes suddenly widened and the corners of her lips rose unconsciously.

"Congratulations, young writer."

"Your story will soon be seen by more people."

Jiang Fanyue looked up at her, her eyes moist, but her smile was brilliant.

It is easy to destroy a person's self-confidence.

All it takes is the ridicule of peers and the denial of elders.

It is a long process to rebuild confidence in the ruins.

Trees need water to grow, and people need to feel loved to live.

She, who was not loved and had no confidence, almost died in the rainy night along with her dreams.

However, her mother took her out of the rainy night.

She walked and walked, and suddenly found that she was loved.

So she began to learn to love others while being loved.

In the process of learning to love others, she rebuilt her confidence in the ruins.

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