The captain glared at Qin Huai and said with a smile, "I sent him there because I didn't know about this. Fortunately, the two leaders arrived in time, and the village will remove his name from the list immediately."
Qin Huai said in a suicidal tone: "Uncle, let me go. Everyone else is working and it's not appropriate for me to stay in the village."
The captain thought his words were pure ungratefulness, and said unhappily, "Just accept what you're told to do. Why all that nonsense?"
He has always been the one who has the final say in the production team. Now Qin Huai has appeared inexplicably and has attracted high-ranking officials from the city to come to the village. The high-ranking officials even scolded him in front of all the villagers, making him dare not say a word. It's really bad luck.
The good impression Qin Huai had earned by trying so hard to behave well and be cautious in front of him disappeared in an instant.
Why? Because if his subordinates are out of control and there is instability, his authority will be affected.
President Yu praised the team leader and said, "That's right. Teacher Qin has more important work to do than river engineering. He'll be meeting with readers from all over the country soon, and the leadership may also ask for him by name. Comrade Captain, please don't assign him any labor for the time being. Leave him enough time for his creative work. If your actions affect Teacher Qin's creative work, you will all be the sinners of the entire county."
Wow, even the word "sinner" was used. Qin Huai said that it was not that bad, but he was actually secretly happy in his heart.
The team leader didn't dare to object when he heard this and immediately said, "Don't worry, leaders. The village will not assign any labor to Teacher Qin this winter."
No one noticed yet, but before they knew it, everyone joined the two cadres in calling Qin Huai, who was younger than him, "Teacher Qin."
Qin Huai said, "Director Zhou, President Yu, you could have just sent someone to tell us today. It's really troublesome for you to come all the way here."
President Yu said, "Mr. Qin, please don't be so modest. If your readers knew that we could meet you today, they would be extremely envious."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something and took out a wad of money from his bag and said, "Oh, I almost forgot the most important thing. This is the royalties from our newspaper for your poem. Teacher Qin, I know it's vulgar to talk about money with a poet, I hope you don't mind."
The villagers were stunned when they heard this. What? He actually had money? And you're afraid Qin Huai would despise you if you gave it to him? If he doesn't want it, then you give it to me. I don't despise it.
Qin Huai said, "How could that be? This money can just improve my family's life. I want to thank you."
How many rural residents actually saw money all year round? But Qin Huai, just writing a few scraps of paper, could actually earn money?
The whole village immediately stared at the money in President Yu's hand.
President Yu smiled and said, "Teacher Qin is really generous. It seems everyone wants to know how much it is. I won't keep you in suspense. For the poem 'A Generation,' our newspaper pays one yuan per word. This is twenty yuan, and the two punctuation marks are also counted. Please check it. The newspaper was going to mail it to you, but I prepared it myself and brought it to you."
When the villagers heard that there were actually twenty yuan, they all fell silent, and even Qin Laoshuan looked over with a wandering look.
It's so shocking, twenty yuan. City workers work hard for a month and only get 16.5 yuan. From what President Yu said, Qin Huai only wrote eighteen words and he got twenty yuan. Damn Qin Huai, money comes too easily, right?
All kinds of envious and disdainful looks fell on Qin Huai.
Qin Huai took it calmly and put it in his pocket, saying, "Thank you, President Yu. Giving me this standard won't cause you any trouble, right?"
Some people who disliked Qin Huai cursed inwardly: "I'm sorry, you just put the money away."
President Yu said righteously, "Who dares to say anything? If anyone can write a poem on Teacher Qin's level, I'll give them two yuan per word. Humph, I'm just afraid they don't have the ability to take it."
Qin Huai said, "Then I thank you, President."
"I should be thanking you, Teacher Qin, you don't know how arrogant those people from Lin County used to be in front of me. It's a pity that we didn't have the ability to compete with them before, so we could only get angry. Now, when you took out those two poems, they were all subdued. Looking at their expressions, I wonder how happy I am."
Director Zhou also said, "Yes, Teacher Qin, those people are so abominable. Our comrades in the cultural center have suffered so much from them. You single-handedly defeated the entire county and vented our anger."
Qin Huai said hurriedly, "No, no, I dare not. Writing is to promote beautiful things. When I wrote it, I didn't think of comparing it with others."
Director Zhou praised, "Teacher Qin's realm is beyond the reach of ordinary people like us. Perhaps it is this tranquil attitude that enables him to write such a good poem as "A Generation."
President Yu nodded in agreement
Qin Huai laughed in his heart: "Tian Dan, you may not have thought that I copied this poem? You may not have thought that I made these just to stay at home, afraid that if I left, my family would die of poverty and starvation."
But how could he possibly tell such a secret? He could only say, "I'm not that noble. This poem is like something that should have existed in this world. I just recorded it in words."
"Writing is a natural gift, a product of chance. Teacher Qin, your words truly prove this point."
President Yu took out another stack of money and said, "Teacher Qin, this is ten yuan. I'm sorry, I think the poem 'Facing the Sea' is also a good poem, but after studying it, the society only agreed to approve ten yuan."
The villagers of Qinjiazhuang cried out in their hearts: "Ten yuan, one twenty yuan, and another ten yuan. Oh, God, let me breathe, I can't breathe. Look at the official, he's giving money and still worried that Qin Quezi will think it's too little. He doesn't want it, but I want it."
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