Chapter 84 I just want to show off
The rural people set up banquets for weddings and funerals!
Regardless of whether it is a happy event or a sad event, gifts must be accepted.
This kind of accepting gifts is not only a custom, but also a form of help from relatives and friends to the victim.
If you have a good relationship with someone, you can take more; if you have an average relationship with someone, you can take less.
Many times, after setting up the banquet and doing the math, you will find that not only will you not lose money, you may even make a small profit.
Cheng Xuyuan was admitted to Yenching University and was planning a banquet. Even if the dishes were of a higher quality, he would definitely not lose money.
After all, this was a good thing for him, as it indicated that someone in the Cheng family was about to soar to success.
At times like this, friends and relatives are generally not stingy and will try their best to express their gratitude.
But not accepting gifts means no benefit at all, it's just pure money spent.
As Cheng Xuyuan's grandfather, Cheng Fugao glared and said, "Second brother, are you crazy? How can you set up a banquet without accepting gifts?"
"You can't show off just because Dayuan was admitted to Yenching University."
"Let me tell you, what other families do, we should do the same!"
Regarding his father's words, Cheng Jiaxing always told him to beat the dog instead of chasing the chicken, and never go west when told to go east. But this time, he stiffened his neck and said, "Dad, I just don't want to accept the gift this time."
"I just want everyone in the village to know that my Dayuan has made great progress!"
"I can afford the money for setting up the banquet."
Cheng Fugao's hands trembled. He didn't expect that his second son, who was always obedient, would be so persistent.
Cheng Fulai coughed and said, "Jiaxing, have you made up your mind?"
"I'm telling you, if you don't have 200 bucks, you can't get it done this way."
Cheng Jiaxing said: "Second Uncle, I've thought about it."
"As for the vegetables, the pigs raised at home are the main part, plus other side dishes, it only costs about 100 yuan."
"I can afford this hundred."
"At worst, I'll just have to live a tight life for two days."
"But I can't lose this face."
When a worker's monthly income was only 40 or 50 yuan, 100 yuan was a big sum for the villagers.
What's more, there is a pig that has been raised for a year.
Cheng Fulai said to Cheng Fugao: "Brother, since Jiaxing has this idea, let's follow his wishes this time."
"After all, Dayuan's admission to Yanjing University this time has brought honor to our entire Cheng family."
"How about this, I still have more than 30 kilograms of flour at home, let Xiaowang bring it to Jiaxing later."
Most of the time, the villagers of Chengjiazhuang Brigade ate sweet potato steamed buns and corn steamed buns, and white flour was very precious.
Many families only eat it during the Chinese New Year.
Moreover, at a time when items were purchased with receipts, more than 30 kilograms of flour might not be purchased even if one had money.
"Uncle, you really don't need this. I have white flour here." Cheng Jiaxing waved his hand quickly.
Cheng Fulai glared and said, "I am Cheng Xuyuan's second grandfather. His passing the exam is also a great joy for our Cheng family."
"What's wrong with me doing my part? Do you look down on your uncle?"
"That's it!"
As the head of the brigade, Cheng Fulai himself has a kind of majesty. When he glared at him, Cheng Jiaxing was suddenly speechless.
Fourth Grandpa cleared his throat and said, "I still have two cans of salted eggs at home, which can at least serve as a side dish."
"By the way, I planted a lot of radishes in my private plot this year, and asked your brother to bring some over."
As the fourth grandfather spoke, the other two uncles also took out things from their homes. Although they could not be said to have spent all, they were rare things for the banquet. At this moment, family affection was like a plain stone, which was not conspicuous, but it was shining at this moment.
As a junior, Cheng Xuyuan has never been asked for his opinion.
Seeing that they had almost finished talking, Cheng Xuyuan said to Cheng Fulai: "Second Grandfather, my admission letter has not been delivered yet. Isn't it too early for us to hold the banquet now?"
"I think even if we hold a banquet, we have to wait until the admission letter arrives."
"So as to avoid being accused of being too ostentatious. I'm showing off before I even have a chance to start."
Cheng Jiaxing said: "Your uncle said that with your score, you can definitely be admitted to Yanjing University."
"If you can't get in, no one in our entire Changfeng County can pass the exam."
Cheng Xuyuan looked at his father who was a little bit overwhelmed and said with a smile: "Dad, I'm just asking for a legitimate reason!"
"We have the acceptance letter, who can say anything?"
"Besides, I estimate that he should be admitted after the physical examination, which shouldn't take too many days."
Cheng Fulai didn't wait for Cheng Jiaxing to speak, and said with a smile: "It's legitimate. Dayuan is a public servant after all. These four words are well said!"
"Dayuan, your study was not in vain. You have achieved more than your father and I thought. Let's settle the matter first. After Dayuan's admission letter arrives, we will find a good day to hold this banquet."
When Cheng Jiaxing heard Cheng Fulai say this, he did not insist, and the matter was settled.
After discussing the important matters, everyone did not leave immediately. Instead, they curiously asked Cheng Xuyuan about the situation in Yanjing. They kept chatting until Cheng Xiumiao fell asleep, and then they went home.
Lying on the kang at home, everything in the daytime seemed to be still. Only the occasional barking of dogs at the entrance of the village made people feel how peaceful and quiet the night in the village was.
Cheng Xuyuan's mind was filled with scenes of going home.
As for everything in the house, he only had the memory of the original owner.
But the experience of one day allowed him to completely integrate what he remembered into his life.
A father who waited for his son at the train station late at night for days! A mother who took great pains to express her love with rare food!
besides……
Cheng Xuyuan was a little dissatisfied with Cheng Jiaxing's idea of not accepting gifts and setting up the banquet, but he was not prepared to argue.
After all, it's just one or two hundred yuan, which is enough for him to just write more novels.
But now, he only had ninety-two yuan and thirty cents left in his hand. Although it was not a small amount, it was still enough to hold the banquet!
The royalties for "The Pursuit of Happyness" have been paid.
It seems that I can only contact Meng Dezhi to see if I can get an advance on the royalties for "Things about the Ming Dynasty".
He had already handed over the manuscript of "Things About the Ming Dynasty" of nearly 80,000 words to Meng Dezhi, so an advance of one or two months should not be too much.
Moreover, as an author, is it wrong to receive an advance on royalties? As Cheng Xuyuan was daydreaming, a feeling of fatigue attacked his heart, and before he knew it, he fell into a dream.
When Cheng Xuyuan was thinking of Meng Dezhi, Meng Dezhi and Mo Yunqi were also talking about Cheng Xuyuan. Mo Yunqi was talking to Meng Dezhi about what happened at work today.
Today is the first day of work in the new year. Although Mo Yunqi doesn't have anything specific to do at the company, he still has to show up.
As a historical magazine, there is not much going on normally.
Not to mention the first day of work in the new year.
Just when everyone was sitting in the office chatting, Lao Zhou, a colleague in charge of sales, walked in with a strange look on his face.
"Sister Mo, the editor-in-chief asks everyone to come over." Old Zhou said to Mo Yunqi with great respect.
At work, although Mo Yunqi is about to retire, her status is still there and everyone has to respect her.
"Old Zhou, we have almost finalized the manuscript for the next issue. What could Editor-in-Chief Zhu want to talk to us about on this first day at work?" Old Fu, the balding editor, asked sarcastically.
Everyone was chatting happily, and then you suddenly asked everyone to go back to work. It's such an annoying thing, who wouldn't be a little upset?
Hearing this question, Lao Zhou helplessly spread his hands and said, "Lao Fu, if you have any opinions, please tell the editor-in-chief later."
"To be honest, it's really not about adding more work for everyone."
"It's true."
Mo Yunqi smiled and said, "Let's go and see what Lao Zhu wants from us."
Editor-in-Chief Zhu's office is only about ten meters away from the office where Mo Yunqi and the others are chatting, and it can be reached in just three or two steps.
Editor-in-Chief Zhu was flipping through a magazine. When he saw Mo Yunqi come in, he smiled and said, "Sister Mo, please sit down."
As he spoke, he picked up the cup and made some tea.
Mo Yunqi smiled and said, "Old Zhu, if you have something to say, just talk about it. Let's not be busy with each other."
"What's your plan for asking Lao Zhou to come over here?"
Editor Zhu glanced at Mo Yunqi and said, "Sister Mo, this is not an arrangement. There is something I want to discuss with everyone to see what to do."
As he spoke, he put down the magazine in his hand and said, "As soon as I got to work today, Lao Zhou received a call from Xinhua Bookstore, saying that they hope we can print another 5,000 copies."
"I asked everyone to come here just to discuss how to deal with this matter?"
Editor-in-Chief Zhu's words immediately caused an uproar in the room.
For a magazine, reprinting means that the magazine is very popular.
This is an honor! This is an appreciation! And academic research journals have basically never enjoyed this kind of treatment.
Therefore, their print runs are basically fixed.
There is never any increase or decrease!
"Editor-in-chief, do we need to print more copies of our magazine?" Lao Fu was a little surprised and looked at Editor-in-Chief Zhu with an expression of disbelief.
Editor-in-Chief Zhu nodded and said, "That's right."
"This... Did Xinhua Bookstore dial the wrong number? How about we confirm it again?" Lao Fu asked again.
It’s not that Lao Fu likes to play the devil’s advocate, but this kind of thing is too unbelievable.
Looking at Lao Fu's expression, Chief Editor Zhu said, "That's absolutely right. It was called to us."
"This issue of ours is quite popular. Many readers who didn't get it are now asking Xinhua Bookstore for it."
"I just contacted Director Li of the bookstore. He said that 5,000 copies is just their preliminary estimate. There may be more."
At this point, Editor-in-Chief Zhu said, "I guess the reason why our magazine is so popular is probably related to the last article, "Those Things About the Ming Dynasty."
"In the past two days, I met several old friends, and they all asked me about the content of "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty"!"
Lao Zhou said: "I also think it's because of "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty"."
"My wife doesn't usually read our magazine, but she read "Those Things About the Ming Dynasty" a few days ago and urged me to publish the next issue as soon as possible."
Lao Zhou's words caused a burst of laughter.
Lao Fu even said, "Lao Zhou, tell my sister-in-law that there is a time limit for the publication of this magazine. We can't just publish more if she wants to read more."
Editor-in-Chief Zhu said, "Okay, stop joking. I think we must do more printing. After all, it can increase the popularity of our magazine."
"But if we want to print more, we not only need to coordinate with the printing factory, but also apply for paper from above."
"Let's discuss how much to apply for this time."
"Is it 5,000 copies? Or should we add more? Let's just make it 10,000 copies."
After hearing Chief Editor Zhu say that he would print 10,000 more copies, Lao Fu asked with some concern, "Chief Editor, is 10,000 too many?"
"If we can't sell all of them, it will be a waste if they remain in our hands!"
Thank you all for your support. Today’s extra chapter is here. I looked at our monthly ticket extra chapter. Wow, it seems like the debt has not decreased!
(End of this chapter)
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