Chapter 116 Mom, I will raise you by picking up garbage.

Jiang Fanyue was still young at 18 years old. She could not keenly realize the root cause of poverty in the village from generation to generation. She also did not know that education was the best way to cut off the intergenerational transmission of poverty.

She just thought that reading more books was not a bad thing, and trying to write articles and submit them was not a bad thing.

Even if the article was not selected by the publishing house, the writing skills she had practiced could be used in other places in the future.

On the other side, Xu Kangtai finished dinner and sat under the light bulb to read the newspaper.

He read it from beginning to end, one article after another.

Most of the articles in the newspaper were written by the editors of the publishing house. Even if they deliberately wrote the articles to make it easier for children to read, they also showed their own skills.

At least, Xu Kangtai felt that the "Monkey Teacher" he wrote was not as good as those editors of these publishing houses.

But when Xu Kangtai saw "Wishing Mirror", his brows slowly wrinkled.

Rough, too rough.

The whole article is full of plain language.

There was not much preparation, and a lot of dialogues were written right from the beginning. Some places were not condensed enough. It could be clearly expressed with one word, but a whole paragraph was written...

Such an article was actually approved?

"It's so late, why don't you go to bed?" His wife was lying on the bed, dazzled by the glaring warm yellow light and no longer sleepy.

Xu Kangtai closed the newspaper.

He seemed not to have heard what his wife said, his face full of confusion: "What's so good about this article? What did the editor like about it?"

Seeing that he was completely ignoring her, his wife stood up angrily and turned off the switch.

The room fell into darkness, with only moonlight pouring in through the cracks in the window.

Xu Kangtai glanced at his wife, not daring to disturb her sleep again, and simply put down the newspaper, lying on the other side of the bed with his clothes on.

The next day was Monday.

The group of students living in the town were still the first to arrive at school.

Yao Liangcai had been much more obedient during this period. As soon as he arrived in the classroom, he sat in his seat and copied his homework.

Just as he was copying vigorously, two girls walked in arm in arm.

One of the girls, Fei Shuyun, said, "I'm telling you, I found a really good newspaper yesterday, called "Fairy Tale Monthly". There are so many interesting stories in it, and some of them made me cry."

Her father runs a newsstand, and he brought a copy of "Fairy Tale Monthly" home last night. In order to finish reading the newspaper as soon as possible, she stayed up very late and almost couldn't get up this morning.

Another girl asked curiously, "Is this a new newspaper? I don't think you've heard of it before."

"Yes, yes, the first issue has just been released." Fei Shuyun took out a newspaper from her bag and handed it to the girl, "Lend it to you."

"Which story is the best?"

"The Secret of the Butterfly and the Wishing Mirror are tied for first in my heart. The former is more romantic, and the latter is more touching."

Zhou Feng, the shortest boy in the class, heard this sentence as soon as he stepped into the classroom.

Zhou Feng curled his lips and said, "You girls like those sensational articles. I prefer "The Wolf King". The skinny wolf gradually becomes the king of the wolf pack. How cool."

Yao Liangcai couldn't sit still. He threw away the pen in his hand and ran over to join in the fun: "Is it really that good?"

Zhou Feng: "The newspapers my dad brought back before were all very boring. This newspaper is very interesting. When there are no cartoons to watch, it's just right to kill time with it."

Yao Liangcai: "Did you bring the newspaper? Lend it to me."

Zhou Feng: "No."

Yao Liangcai looked at Fei Shuyun again.

There were several pages in a newspaper. Fei Shuyun took out the newspaper with "Wishing Mirror" printed on it and handed it to Yao Liangcai: "You can read this page first, and then change to other pages after you finish reading it."

Yao Liangcai curled his lips, a little disgusted.

Fei Shuyun sneered and made a gesture to take it back: "You can read it or not."

"Okay, okay, I'll read it." Yao Liangcai quickly reached out to take it and lowered his head to read it.

At first, he was a little indifferent.

But soon, his sitting posture straightened up a lot and his reading speed gradually slowed down.

"It would be nice if there really was a wishing mirror in this world. If I met it, I would make a wish to the wishing mirror and turn into a wolf king." Zhou Feng said beside him.

Fei Shuyun was speechless: "Do you understand the story of "Wishing Mirror"? The author's meaning is clearly that everyone must learn to accept their own shortcomings."

"Who are you looking down on? I understand it. But I think it's not enough." Zhou Feng pouted.

While the two were arguing, Yao Liangcai had already finished reading the whole article.

Jiang Fanyue and Erniu rode their bicycles to the school. As soon as they walked to the door of the first grade class, they heard Yao Liangcai's loud voice coming from inside.

After listening carefully, he was actually praising "Wishing Mirror"? !

Erniu glared, lowered her voice, and whispered in Jiang Fanyue's ear: "Do you think he knows that "Wishing Mirror" was written by you?"

"Look at how much he praises it, he definitely doesn't know."

Jiang Fanyue was not in a hurry to enter the classroom. He pulled Erniu to stand by the door and listened carefully to what the people inside were saying.

Jiang Fanyue remembered the voices of each of them.

In addition to Yao Liangcai praising, Fei Shuyun was also praising.

Although Zhou Feng thought that "Wishing Mirror" was too sentimental and not his style, he clearly remembered many details in "Wishing Mirror" and obviously read it seriously.

They discussed it intensely, and other students who had not read it also became curious. One said, "Fei Shuyun, can you lend me a newspaper?" The other said, "I want to buy one after school."

Jiang Fanyue blinked, and a sense of urgency rose in her heart. She whispered, "Tell me, when will they find out that the author is me?"

Erniu covered her mouth and laughed, "With so many people reading it, someone should notice it."

She couldn't help but look forward to that scene.

Jiang Fanyue nodded, and seeing that the morning reading time was about to come, she waved goodbye to Erniu and walked into the classroom silently.

Seeing Jiang Fanyue, Fei Shuyun, who was enthusiastically recommending "Wishing Mirror" to others, rolled her eyes.

Fei Shuyun and Jiang Fanyue have always had a bad relationship.

When they first entered junior high school, the teacher arranged for them to sit at the same table.

As a result, within two days, Yao Liangcai revealed Jiang Fanyue's family situation. Fei Shuyun had always thought that Jiang Fanyue's personality was very strange. Hearing this, she exploded and asked the head teacher to separate them.

There were 29 people in the class, and there would be one person who didn't sit at the same table.

The head teacher was so annoyed by Fei Shuyun that he had to agree to Fei Shuyun's request.

From then on, Jiang Fanyue sat alone in the corner. No matter how other people's seats changed, her seat never moved.

Jiang Fanyue didn't notice Fei Shuyun's rolling eyes. She was just trying to hold back her smile.

As soon as she sat down, Jiang Fanyue immediately opened her textbook and put it in front of her line of sight to prevent others from seeing the bright smile on her face.

After a while, Jiang Fanyue calmed down her mood of watching a good show.

She roughly counted that among so few classmates in the class, four people said that they bought "Fairy Tale Monthly".

The education level in Jixiang Town is not high, but so many copies can be sold. If it were in other towns with higher education levels, the data would definitely be more impressive.

I don’t know how many copies will be sold in the end.

***

The final data has not come out yet, but the weekly sales of "Fairy Tale Monthly" have been counted.

- Forty-three thousand copies.

The average weekly sales of "Changjin Weekly" is two hundred thousand.

The data of "Fairy Tale Monthly" is certainly not good enough when compared with that of "Chang Jin Weekly", but can the situations of the two be the same!

"Fairy Tale Monthly" is specifically for those under the age of fifteen, and it is also a new newspaper.

"Chang Jin Weekly" is aimed at readers of all ages and has been popular for many years. The fact that

the two can be compared together shows how amazing the achievements of "Fairy Tale Monthly" are.

Xiao Jianguo has been very happy recently.

He is the first person in charge of "Fairy Tale Monthly".

It was with his persistence that this newspaper was successfully published.

Therefore, the newspaper was successful, and he deserved the awards and recognition from the leaders.

Lu Junhao was also very happy following Xiao Jianguo.

Originally, he was just a nobody who had just been promoted to a regular employee, but because he happened to help Xiao Jianguo during the internship, he was assigned to help Xiao Jianguo after he was promoted to a regular employee.

The newspaper was successful, and of course he also benefited from it.

"By the way, Xiao Lu, go to the post office later and send the reader's letter to Jiang Fanyue." Xiao Jianguo reminded him of something.

Lu Junhao patted his chest and assured: "Hey, don't worry, I will definitely do it properly."

Xiao Jianguo smiled: "That's fine."

***

In the blink of an eye, it was the month of Leon.

Early in the morning, the whole village was immersed in a white fog.

It was not until the sun came out that the fog gradually dissipated.

Today is the weekend, Jiang Fanyue does not have to go to school, but stays at home to review his homework.

Yao Rong was bent over the desk, holding a pencil and slowly drawing the toy design.

If she made the toy by herself, she would not need any drawings, as all the parts were already completely imprinted in her mind.

But in order to facilitate mass production in the factory, the size of each part had to be specified.

The mother and daughter were each doing their own things, occasionally whispering a few words, and the room with charcoal burning was as warm as spring.

Suddenly, the sound of a bicycle bell jingled outside the door, followed by the voice of the postman: "Jiang Fanyue, is Jiang Fanyue at home? You have a large package."

Jiang Fanyue thought the package was sent by Sun Taotao or her cousin Yao Fugui.

She ran quickly to the door.

The postman glanced at her and took out a big box from the tricycle: "You can't move it, let me help you move it in."

Jiang Fanyue quickly made way.

Yao Rong was also attracted by the movement here. She put down her pencil, squatted beside the box, and glanced at the sender's name: "It's sent to you by the publishing house."

Jiang Fanyue was surprised: "What is it?"

Yao Rong stepped back and said to Jiang Fanyue with a smile: "Open it yourself and see? If I'm not wrong, it should be a big surprise."

For Jiang Fanyue, this was indeed a big surprise.

When the letters, one after another, numbering as many as hundreds, came into view, Jiang Fanyue's vision blurred instantly, and it seemed as if fireworks exploded in her mind, making her dizzy.

Yao Rong touched her head and picked up the letter from the publisher's editor that was on top: "Let's take a look at what the publisher's editor said first."

Jiang Fanyue nodded and calmed down.

The letter didn't mention anything important. It mainly told Jiang Fanyue about the performance of "Fairy Tale Monthly" and asked Jiang Fanyue when she could create a new story.

After reading it, Jiang Fanyue put the letter aside and took out a random letter from the cardboard box.

On the envelope, there was a line of crooked and slightly clumsy handwriting:

[To Sister Jiang Fanyue]

Taking out the letter paper inside, Jiang Fanyue found that the letter was written by a little girl named Qi Yaning.

In the letter, Qi Yaning told Jiang Fanyue that she had a life experience very similar to Ayi's. Many times, she had the same confusion as Ayi, but she never told her parents what she was thinking.

Until Ayi gave her the courage.

- "Mom and Dad said that they would accompany me to read "Fairy Tale Monthly" every month in the future. I hope I can see Sister Jiang Fanyue's works on it every month. I wish Sister Jiang Fanyue good academic progress and good health."

There is another letter from Kuang Zimo.

In the letter, Kuang Zimo continued to write the ending of Little Ear.

He fantasized that Little Ear would be admitted to the best university, study under the best teacher, graduate with the best grades and join the Aviation Bureau.

A few years later, Little Ear got on the plane he built.

This time, Little Ear no longer needed wings, no longer relied on the magic of the wishing mirror, and could fly through the overlapping branches and scaly houses, and appreciate the boundless world from another perspective.

- "I don't know if the author can read my letter, but I still want to ask, is this ending I imagined the ending of Little Ear in your mind?"

Maybe his emotions just went there, Kuang Zimo briefly talked about his physical condition and his thoughts.

At the end of the letter, he awkwardly said that although the fairy tale was childish, he still decided to use the annual deduction money to subscribe to a year's newspaper.

…

Some of these children who wrote letters didn’t even recognize all the characters, and a string of pinyin popped up between the lines from time to time.

Some simply asked their parents to help them write.

Some even drew the scene in the book into a picture and clumsily wrote the words “Gift to Sister Jiang Fanyue” in the corner.

They expressed their love to Jiang Fanyue in their own way, directly and sincerely.

And Jiang Fanyue also received this heart completely.

There were hundreds of letters sent, and it was naturally unrealistic to reply to all of them. Jiang Fanyue selectively replied to some.

Jiang Fanyue didn’t stop writing until the moon rose above the branches.

Yao Rong brought in a basin of hot water and asked Jiang Fanyue to come over and soak her hands: "You've been writing all night, your hands must be frozen."

Jiang Fanyue obediently soaked her hands in the hot water: "The weather is getting colder."

Yao Rong helped Jiang Fanyue tidy up the desk.

The box of readers' letters and the toys Yao Rong gave to Jiang Fanyue were placed together.

Yao Rong stacked all the letters Jiang Fanyue wrote and put them aside for the time being to mail tomorrow.

Looking down at her slender palms, Jiang Fanyue suddenly said: "Mom, do you still remember the story of "The Dancing Elephant"? "

Yao Rong stopped what she was doing and showed a listening posture: "Of course I remember it."

"In fact, the version you saw is not the version I really want to express."

"I know."

Jiang Fanyue looked up, her face full of surprise.

Yao Rong smiled and handed her a hand-wiping cloth and lotion: "I know that the prototype of Yi Yi is you."

"I know you want Yi Yi to live freely on the grassland, want Yi Yi to have many friends, want Yi Yi to pursue her dreams forever, and want to give Yi Yi a happy and perfect ending."

"I also know that you were in pain at that time because you couldn't write such a Yi Yi."

"Because at that time, you were hated and denied by everyone."

"So in the end, you wrote the version of Yi Yi that I saw."

Yao Rong bent down, touched Jiang Fanyue's cheek, and looked into Jiang Fanyue's eyes.

She told Jiang Fanyue for the first time.

"You used "The Dancing Elephant" to ask for help from the outside world and to analyze your pain to the outside world... For so long, did you think that no one heard your call for help and no one saw your pain..." "

That's not the case, Yueyue."

I heard your call for help and saw your pain, so I came to your side.

A drop of hot tears fell into the basin and merged with the hot water in the basin.

Jiang Fanyue lowered her head and her shoulders trembled violently.

She finally couldn't bear it anymore and cried out.

A familiar breath approached her and then hugged her gently.

Jiang Fanyue grabbed Yao Rong's hand and cried breathlessly, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances she had suffered in the past.

Yao Rong patted her shoulder gently.

Only when she felt that Jiang Fanyue's mood had calmed down a lot did Yao Rong say, "I was thinking at that time that I would change your ideas a little bit, so that you can write the most beautiful fairy tale, so that you can write the story of Yiyi in your mind."

Jiang Fanyue raised her head from Yao Rong's arms, revealing a face covered with tears.

Yao Rong wiped her tears and smiled softly, "Didn't the editor ask you when you can create a new story? Do you think you can rewrite "The Dancing Elephant" now?"

This time, it is no longer just two or three hundred words.

Instead, it is about what it has experienced to grow from a dancing little elephant to the most heroic elephant in the elephant herd.

Jiang Fanyue pursed her lips and nodded, saying, "I will try my best."

Just as Jiang Fanyue finished speaking, a long wind blew through the courtyard, making the wind chimes ring randomly and blowing away the straw that covered the flowerpot to keep it warm.

Yao Rong seemed to have sensed something and looked at the flowerpot.

The Gesang flower seeds that had been buried in the soil for a long time, in the cold wind that was as sharp as a knife, resolutely pulled out tender green buds.