Chapter 115 Mom, I raised you by picking up garbage17

Lu Junhao asked: "Editor Xiao, what are you going to do with these letters?"

Xiao Jianguo flipped through them and said: "There will definitely be a lot of letters from readers in the next few days. You should collect them all first and send them to the authors in a few days."

Lu Junhao nodded, and said with emotion: "I didn't expect that the most popular article in our newspaper is "The Wishing Mirror."

You know, except for "The Wishing Mirror", all other articles in "Fairy Tale Monthly" are provided by editors of the publishing house.

Xiao Jianguo pushed his glasses and smiled, "Fairy tales written by children belong to children. Fairy tales written by adults are more like written for adults."

Although they, the adults, have also experienced the childhood stage, they still don't understand what the children of today are thinking and why they are worried.

For example, at this moment, Jiang Fanyue was worried about not being tall enough.

She stood on tiptoe and tried to reach the classics on the upper shelf, but she couldn't reach it.

Yao Rong saw it and stepped forward to help her take down the book.

Jiang Fanyue measured her height and sighed, "Can I grow taller?"

Yao Rong touched her head and curled her lips, "Now that I have enough nutrition, I will definitely be able to do it."

After buying books, the two of them went to the post office to send newspapers to Sun Taotao.

"Changjin Weekly" and "Fairy Tale Monthly" are only sold locally. If Sun Taotao wants to see Jiang Fanyue's works, he can only buy them from here and send them to her.

When Jiang Fanyue asked the newsstand owner for six copies of "Fairy Tale Monthly", the newsstand owner exclaimed: "This newspaper is selling really well. I bought a lot of stock, and originally thought that I could sell them for a week, but it's almost sold out today. Many children around your age come to buy it."

Jiang Fanyue was surprised and excited: "Is this newspaper very popular?"

The owner nodded: "Yes, I saw that they like it, so they specially set aside a copy to take back for my daughter to read."

Jiang Fanyue was proud of it. After paying the money, he thanked the owner, ran towards Yao Rong with brisk steps, and the corners of his mouth were grinning wildly.

Yao Rong parked her bike and smiled, "What are you so happy about?"

Jiang Fanyue repeated what the boss said to Yao Rong: "Although my share is insignificant, as a member of the group, I am particularly happy to know that the newspaper is selling well."

The two walked into the post office while talking.

The staff at the post office was in his twenties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

When he saw Yao Rong, his expression was very enthusiastic: "Sister Yao, you are here to send something again."

Seeing Jiang Fanyue, he was also very happy: "This is Yueyue, I have heard Sister Yao mention you many times, and today I finally meet you."

Jiang Fanyue was a little surprised, but when she thought about Yao Rong's insistence on sending things to her cousin Yao Fugui's family during this period, it was not surprising.

Yao Rong smiled and said, "Xiao Shan, I have to trouble you again today."

Jiang Fanyue only sent two copies to Sun Taotao, and the remaining four copies were for herself, Yao Ruirui, Yao Miaomiao and Erniu.

In addition, Jiang Fanyue also sent the newspaper with "Grandpa Dashu" printed on it.

Of course, there was also a thick letter.

After sending the things, the mother and daughter walked out of the post office. Yao Rong was about to push her bicycle when Jiang Fanyue suddenly grabbed Yao Rong and pointed to the newsstand in front of her: "Mom, that's my Chinese teacher."

Xu Kangtai was reading "Fairy Tale Monthly" in the newsstand.

A month ago, he saw the promotion and call for submissions for "Fairy Tale Monthly" in "Changjin Weekly".

At that time, he was thinking that with his many years of experience in teaching and educating people, his understanding of junior high school students, and his research on composition, writing fairy tales was a piece of cake for him.

So he wrote an article with the monkey teacher in the animal kingdom as the protagonist, and sent it in with full confidence.

He waited anxiously for several days, and finally received a rejection letter.

The letter clearly stated that his article did not meet the requirements of the newspaper.

Xu Kangtai couldn't figure it out, "Animal Kingdom", "Monkey Teacher"... Aren't these elements enough to fit the fairy tale?

He made a note of this matter in his mind, and when he heard that the first issue of "Fairy Tale Monthly" was published today, he hurried to buy a newspaper.

Flipping through the contents casually, Xu Kangtai saw a familiar author's name.

His eyes slightly fixed, and he subconsciously wanted to take a closer look.

"Do you want to buy this newspaper? The newsstand is about to close." The newsstand owner reminded.

"Yes, yes."

Xu Kangtai handed over the money and prepared to leave with the newspaper.

"Teacher Xu."

Yao Rong's voice came from not far behind.

Xu Kangtai turned around and recognized Jiang Fanyue beside Yao Rong.

He subconsciously put the newspaper behind his back: "Hello, are you Jiang Fanyue's parent?"

After saying hello, Xu Kangtai wanted to leave, but Yao Rong pretended to make small talk: "Teacher Xu, are you here to buy a newspaper? I heard Yueyue say that you are her Chinese teacher. I wonder what newspapers you usually read. Do you have any recommendations?"

Xu Kangtai had to stop and smiled awkwardly: "I read whatever is available at the newsstand. I don't like any of them in particular."

Yao Rong said: "So that's the case. Then I won't bother Teacher Xu."

Xu Kangtai looked at the famous books Jiang Fanyue was holding, then looked down at the newspaper in his hand, and frowned slightly.

There are not many children in the town who like to study.

This Jiang Fanyue, can't it really be the "Jiang Fanyue" in the newspaper?

On the other side, Jiang Fanyue sat on the back seat of the bicycle, holding a book in one hand and holding the corner of Yao Rong's clothes with the other hand, wondering: "Mom, why did you suddenly go up to talk to Teacher Xu?"

Yao Rong pedaled his bicycle: "I want to see what newspapers he bought."

"Then did you see it?"

"He only bought "Fairy Tale Monthly."

Jiang Fanyue slightly widened her eyes: "What a coincidence?"

If she remembered correctly, Teacher Xu's son just got married last year, and it seems that no one in the family reads fairy tales.

Jiang Fanyue recalled.

Today is the weekend, and Teacher Xu has nothing in his hands except newspapers, which means that he did not buy newspapers while buying vegetables, but more like he

went there specifically to buy "Fairy Tale Monthly".

But why?

"Will he see your name?" Yao Rong asked.

Jiang Fanyue lowered her eyes: "Generally speaking, people don't pay special attention to the author's name when reading newspapers. Even if he sees it, he may not believe that it was written by me."

Yao Rong knew why Jiang Fanyue said that.

Last semester, Xu Kangtai assigned weekly diary homework to the first-year junior high school students and asked them to copy model essays.

Jiang Fanyue handed in "The Little Elephant Who Loves to Dance".

She condensed her pain and confusion into a short story of two or three hundred words.

Through the little elephant Yiyi, she sent a cry for help to the outside world, hoping to get recognition from the Chinese teacher.

Because for her at such a young age, the Chinese teacher represents a kind of authority.

However, Xu Kangtai did not read the story she wrote carefully, and just thought she was just fooling around with her homework.

Perhaps from Xu Kangtai's point of view, his approach was not wrong, and the student just did not write the homework according to his requirements.

But he denied Jiang Fanyue's approach in public, which did increase Jiang Fanyue's inferiority complex and made her lose the courage to speak out again.

If it weren't for Yao Rong's constant encouragement, Jiang Fanyue would not pick up a pen to create for a long time in the future.

After a long silence, Yao Rong said to Jiang Fanyue: "Your name is not common. If the Chinese teacher noticed the author's name, his first reaction was not to believe that the author was you, and he did not come to you to verify it later, then the Chinese teacher made a mistake."

Jiang Fanyue was slightly startled: "Teacher... made a mistake?"

"Everyone makes mistakes, and he made a mistake in being too arrogant, not trusting his students, and not knowing how to appreciate the strengths of his students. Teaching and educating people, but some teachers seem to have only done academic teaching."

Jiang Fanyue's heart was shaken, and she clutched the corner of Yao Rong's clothes.

In fact, she could never forget what Teacher Xu said in class.

Her reason told her that Teacher Xu was right, but every time she thought of it, she felt very painful.

"If the teacher can't recognize his own mistakes, then what can I do to make him realize that he has done something wrong?"

Yao Rong smiled and said, "Become particularly excellent. Use your excellence to defeat all his denials of you."

At this moment, Jiang Fanyue suspected that Yao Rong knew what happened that day.

But Jiang Fanyue thought it was impossible.

She had never mentioned it to Yao Rong, and Yao Rong didn't know the other students in her class.

"This excellence refers to..." "

On the one hand, you have to persist in creation, and on the other hand, you have to work hard to improve your Chinese grades."

Jiang Fanyue smiled, nodded vigorously, and said in a clear voice: "I understand. Don't worry, mom, writing will not affect my studies."

The winter was biting, but Yao Rong's body blocked the cold wind that blew on her face, so Jiang Fanyue was very warm.

From body to heart, I felt warm.

Not long after returning home, Yao Ruirui, Yao Miaomiao and Erniu came to Jiang Fanyue to play.

Jiang Fanyue handed them the "Fairy Tale Monthly" she had bought.

Yao Ruirui waved her hand and said, "No, no, we are poor children and can't afford newspapers." Yao

Miaomiao nodded.

Erniu was also unwilling to accept it.

Jiang Fanyue asked, "When I was writing "Wishing Mirror", did you often give me suggestions?"

The three of them often came to her to play. Every time Jiang Fanyue wrote several thousand words, she would read the story to the three of them.

From the perspective of readers, the three of them provided Jiang Fanyue with a lot of creative ideas.

"Take it. You can read more and learn more. If you have inspiration, you can also try to submit it like me."

"Besides, I have already bought it. I can't read four newspapers by myself."

The three of them took it.

"Can we write stories, too?" Erniu was very concerned about the penultimate sentence Jiang Fanyue said.

"Of course we can." Seeing her interest, Jiang Fanyue trotted into the house and quickly took out a few fairy tale books, "I'll lend these to you. Take good care of them and return them to me after you finish reading."

Erniu hugged the books and wanted to cry.

In fact, her Chinese grades were very poor, and her reactions were always a beat slower than others. She looked like a stupid child.

But after hearing what she said, Jiang Fanyue did not laugh at her at all. Instead, he showed a fully supportive attitude and let her study and try first.

Because Erniu lowered her head, Jiang Fanyue didn't know what Erniu was thinking. When sending them away, she emphasized: "If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me. Although I may not understand it."