Chapter 27
In the new week, Jian Li gave a speech under the national flag with her manuscript in hand.
Teacher Fang not only told the principal that Jian Li's manuscript had been accepted, but also held a small awards ceremony for Jian Li in the class.
Jian Li was given a certificate and a brand new notebook.
Teacher Fang looked at me lovingly: "I hope you can write more beautiful articles in the future."
Jian Li: ...What beautiful article, "The Second Summer After Divorce"?
Jian Li gritted her teeth and accepted the award. This was beyond her expectations.
The exposure was unexpected.
A few days before her speech under the national flag, the news that her submission had been accepted spread throughout the compound.
Wherever Jian Feng and Wang Mengmei go, people ask them how they cultivated a "little writer".
Jian Feng and Wang Mengmei didn't understand what was going on at first, so they quickly called Jian Li over to ask her. Only then did they realize that their daughter's casual remark a few days ago that "the essay was accepted" meant that her submission to a magazine was accepted.
"Why didn't you tell me when you came back?"
Jian Li turned the tables and said, "I told you! You don't care about me!"
Wang Mengmei choked.
She is indeed busy recently.
I don’t make breakfast anymore. For lunch, in addition to noodles, I also have steamed buns and rice. There are not many dishes, usually two pickled ones and three vegetarian ones. If you want noodles, you can pour the soup on top. If you want steamed buns and rice, you can order them separately.
Few people in the market did this, and Wang Mengmei quickly became a unique business in the vicinity.
Not only the people in the market, but also the stall next to the stall selling pickled vegetables will come to order a set meal at noon. It is simple, fast and convenient.
Wang Mengmei also spent ten yuan to find someone to make a plastic sheet with the words "Boxed Lunch Fast Food" written on it.
After lunch, I washed up and it was already evening.
Wang Mengmei did not move to another place, but just unfolded a few small folding tables on the spot, making a total of three tables.
The main dish is the signature fried chicken, but you can also order stir-fried dishes and noodles.
Fried chicken is Jian Li's favorite. She picks out freshly slaughtered young roosters that are over one and a half years old that afternoon. She stir-fries spices in a large amount of oil, puts the fresh chicken meat into the pan and stir-fries the chicken oil. She then adds the sauce and stir-fries. Then she adds water and simmers over high heat. When the chicken is ready, she sprinkles a handful of green and red peppers and sesame seeds on it.
Wang Mengmei’s cooking skills are impeccable. As soon as the aroma of fried chicken spreads on the street, people immediately come to patronize her.
I opened my mouth and asked, "Okay, a serving of fried chicken costs twelve."
Some people asked and turned away, while others didn't believe it and wanted to try it.
Only when the food was served did the diners feel that it was understandable.
The whole chicken was fried and greasy. It was nothing like the stir-fry stalls that don’t like to use oil when frying vegetables. The soup was bland and not tasty.
Wang Mengmei then asked the other party what staple food he wanted.
The customer asked cautiously, "How much?"
Wang Mengmei: "It's free. We have big steamed buns and rice. If you want noodles, I'll put them in a stainless steel pot and cook them for you. Then put them in the chicken."
Wang Mengmei recommended: "Put the noodles in there and mix them together. It tastes even better than meat."
The noodle stalls in the vegetable market now sell braised noodles at noon. The kneaded dough is pressed into long strips of similar size. When eating, you just need to stretch it and throw it into the boiling pot. It is stronger than dry noodles and tastes better than narrow noodles.
The customer swallowed hard just by hearing this: "Give me a big pancake first, and then I'll eat the next one after a while... Can I choose from a few dishes?"
Wang Mengmei smiled and said, "Of course, as long as we don't take anything away, there's no limit on the amount of staple food we can have."
If someone insisted on taking it away, then even if she prepared hundreds of kilograms it would not be enough.
The hot big pancake is served on the table, dipped in broth, and with the aroma of fried chicken, it captures the diners' taste buds as soon as it comes out.
"fragrant!"
It's fragrant and spicy, no wonder it's so expensive.
Wang Mengmei sold out all five chickens she had prepared in one night.
In just one night, she earned more than sixty yuan.
Wang Mengmei held the money in her hand and finally understood what her daughter meant when she asked her to set the price higher.
“There’s nothing wrong with expensive things except that they’re expensive. There’s nothing wrong with cheap things except that they’re cheap.”
The price is high, but the service is good and the food is tasty, so customers will come back again.
Wang Mengmei warned Jian Feng: "You need to find someone to ask about the drinks."
Alcohol and beverages also account for a large part of the profit, and Wang Mengmei plans to buy some beer and place it next to the stall.
"Well, I still have to buy a freezer."
Without a freezer, she had to guess what to prepare every day, fearing that if she prepared too much she wouldn’t be able to sell it, and also feeling bad that if she prepared too little she wouldn’t make much money.
"In addition to the freezer, I also have to clean up the shop."
It's just a place to spend money.
Wang Mengmei was anxious to make money and she became so anxious that she got angry and a blister appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Jian Li boiled a pot of hot water with the chrysanthemums she brought back from Wangjiazhuang, filled her own small kettle with it, and also filled a teacup for Wang Mengmei.
When Wang Mengmei saw the mug of chrysanthemum tea, she felt even more guilty.
The girl is both submitting articles and studying, it's heartbreaking to see her.
So I softened my tone and said, "Mom and Dad are busy. What kind of reward do you want?"
The article was published in the magazine. No matter how sensible Jian Li was, she was still a child. Wang Mengmei wanted to buy her daughter the Walkman that she had always wanted.
Jian Li's eyes rolled: "I don't want a Walkman... I want a dog!"
Jian Li wanted to have a dog all her life, but Wang Mengmei always refused for various reasons.
Later, Jian Li started working. She couldn't keep a pet when she rented a house, but now she had her own house, she couldn't afford to keep a pet.
I am exhausted from working hard every day. But I can be happy for many days if I go to a pet cafe occasionally.
Jian Li said crisply: "I want to bring back a puppy!"
Wang Mengmei's face changed, and she subconsciously asked why she had a dog, because it would make the house too dirty. She was a bit of a germaphobe, and always felt that keeping a pet at home was dirty. She didn't know if there were fleas in the fine hair of the pet.
Jian Li turned her back and said, "You asked me to choose, but now you disagree."
Wang Mengmei: …
Jian Feng looked at his wife, then at his children, and finally stepped forward to smooth things over.
"Your mother didn't disagree. If you want to raise the child, you can..."
Jian Li pricked up her ears.
"You have to take care of yourself."
Jian Li patted her chest and promised: "I will definitely take care of it myself!"
She's going to have a dog soon!
Jian Li jumped out of the house, ready to find Xia Liu to show off and discuss where to get a puppy.
Xia Liu's mother doesn't allow her to have a dog. Hehe, then she can bring her own puppy to feed Xia Liu!
Jian Feng looked at his daughter running away with a loving face. Although Wang Mengmei didn't like it, she couldn't go back on her word since she had agreed.
He just muttered a few words: "Why keep a dog? It's so dirty."
Jian Feng comforted her: "We are too busy to take care of you, especially at night when we are busy and come back late. It is also good to have a dog, which can also guard the house when the time comes."
Wang Mengmei thought so too, but she still felt a little uncomfortable: "Then don't let the dog into the house!"
She could tolerate the dog being tied up in the yard, but she would go crazy if she let the dog into the house.
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Jian Li trotted all the way to find Xia Liu, and Xia Liu was indeed very jealous. Xia Liu's mother, Aunt Lijuan, was also much more enthusiastic when she saw her.
"The young writer is here."
Jian Li was a little embarrassed: "Auntie, I'm not a little writer."
Li Lijuan said with a smile: "You are still shy. Come on, Xia Liu, you have to learn from Xiaoli."
Xia Liu stuck out her tongue and whispered to Jian Li behind her mother's back: "My mother has been praising you for a few days at home and asked me to ask you how you submitted the manuscript."
Jian Li whispered to her, "Do you want to vote? I'll write you an address."
Xia Liu felt a little awkward. She wanted to shoot but was afraid that she would miss. Most importantly, she was afraid that Jian Li would be unhappy.
Why is Jane Li unhappy? She is so happy.
She felt that her thinking was too narrow. Instead of being mocked as a "little writer" by people in the compound, it would be better to let everyone submit their works and produce a few more "little writers."
Jian Li waved her hand and said, "I'll copy down a few addresses for you. There are a few magazines that I think are more suitable for you... Oh, and there are also journals. The journals published by our school also have submission addresses on them."
Xia Liu: "Aren't all the journals filled with titles?"
Jian Li: "Didn't you see the tofu in the middle seam? That counts as a contribution too."
Xia Liu mustered up his courage and then looked at himself and said, "I can't make the shot, so forget it."
If she misses again, her mother will scold her again.
Jian Li patted her head and said, "You are stupid. If you just shoot stupidly, you will miss. You should study the rules of these magazines carefully."
Jian Li taught Xia Liu step by step how to write for the market.
Xia Liu was shocked: "Is this still possible?!"
Jian Li held the biscuit Aunt Li Juan brought in and said, "Why not? We are here to get our manuscript accepted."
Xia Liu glanced at Jian Li dimly: "I feel something strange."
It was supposed to be a literary magazine, and everything is because of literary ideals.
Jian Li chuckled.
She had already written the speech under the national flag. After reading it, Teacher Fang gave it great praise and did not change a single word.
Jian Li describes in detail how she developed a love for reading at an early age, and how she later trained in writing and how she finally got her submission accepted.
It was written in a very touching and inspiring way, and Xia Liu felt encouraged after reading it.
But...Jane Li actually made a targeted submission!
So disillusioning.
Jian Li finished her biscuit and started to crunch on her apple, without any of the reserve and dignity that a cultured person should have.
Xia Liu: ...
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Jian Li spoke very smoothly under the national flag. She had explained her needs to the client many times in her life, so she was not at all stage-shy.
The loudspeaker spread her speech throughout the campus. Jian Li, wearing her school uniform, faced the bright morning sun as she talked about how she embarked on the path of literature.
After the speech, the principal took over the microphone and encouraged everyone as usual, asking everyone to learn from Jian Li.
After the flag-raising ceremony, Teacher Fang called her to the office and asked her how she planned to submit her paper next.
Jian Li quickly took out the address she had prepared: "Teacher, I think there is some information I need to share with everyone."
Among the addresses she showed, there were three or four pure literature magazines, a few children's literature magazines, and a few submission addresses for essay competitions that she found in newspapers.
"I don't think it's a big deal that I'm the only one who got selected. The most important thing is to improve the overall writing level of our class."
Jian Li said with a sense of righteousness: "So I plan to share these selflessly with everyone!"
Teacher Fang looked at Jian Li with great emotion, then turned around and announced to the class that everyone should hand in an essay this week, the topic of which was undecided.
Students who have an extra homework for no reason: …
Fortunately, Teacher Fang quickly explained everything and told everyone that it was used for submission.
The class was in an uproar.
Jian Li was praised again and again by the teacher as a key student because of an article she wrote. Except for a few students who really didn't like studying or writing essays, all the other students couldn't help but wonder what would happen if their own submissions were accepted.
The more I think about it, the more excited I become.
Teacher Fang just gave this opportunity. Many students did not rush to write their essays when they got home, but asked their parents for a dollar with confidence.
"I want to buy envelopes and stamps for my submission!"
Jian Li completely breathed a sigh of relief. When she got home, she suddenly remembered something, picked up a few dollars and went out to make a phone call.
The call reached Wangjiazhuang, Jian Li: "Please help me find Wang Yunyun!"
Wang Yunyun answered the phone breathlessly.
Jian Li expressed her thoughts in just a few words.
"Don't you like reading? I'll give you some addresses where you can submit your articles."
Helping Wang Yunyun was a piece of cake for Jian Li.
Wang Yunyun hung up the phone, her heart pounding.
Jian Li's grandmother was sitting in front of the main hall door. When she saw her come back, she asked in a pointed way, "Who called? Is it your aunt who's coming back?"
Wang Mengmei hasn't been back for almost half a year. The old lady thinks her little daughter is unfilial. How could she not show up for half a year?
Wang Yunyun: "No, it wasn't my aunt who hit me, it was Xiaoli who hit me."
Grandma Jian Li snorted: "This girl is also heartless. She didn't even ask me how I was after going back for so long."
As he spoke, he began to complain, all about his granddaughter being ignorant and unfilial.
"Even if I didn't take care of her when she was little, she can't disrespect the elderly. Without me, where would she come from?"
Wang Yunyun didn't want to listen, so she went into the room and sat at her desk. After thinking for a long time, she finally made up her mind and took out the draft paper to start writing.
Jian Li hung up the phone and thought of the editor's letter again.
She wanted to make a phone call, but by doing so, she would have to expose the fact that she was just a junior high school student.
What to do?
Jian Li was very worried. There wasn't even an Internet cafe right now. She wanted to use a computer to contact people, but the computer room in school was so expensive. Where could she get a computer?
It's really inconvenient not to have a computer.
As she wandered all the way to her doorstep, Jian Li saw the person she disliked the most.
Zhao Xiaopeng was staring at her door across her courtyard with a gloomy look.
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