Chapter 93 Suddenly I Have Money
After the physical examination, Cheng Xuyuan went to the county town to deliver the test paper he had written to Cheng Jiadong, and he rarely left Chengjiazhuang Brigade.
More than ten days passed and the weather became colder.
The small river in front of the village has been completely frozen, and it seems that the children in the village suddenly have a place to have fun.
However, there are often naughty children who are caught by the adults at home for skating and have their butts spanked.
The New Year is getting closer, and the festive atmosphere in the village is getting stronger.
However, compared with the New Year atmosphere, the learning atmosphere in the Chengjiazhuang barn has become more enthusiastic.
When the number of educated youth who came to attend the class reached four or five hundred, the yard of the cattle shed could no longer accommodate them.
Cheng Fulai, who was alarmed by the situation, had to step in and coordinate the lecture venue to be moved to the playground of the primary school. As the head of Chengjiazhuang, he was happy to do this.
Recently, whether on the dirt streets or in the barns in the village, he heard many farmers enthusiastically talking about Cheng Dayuan, the descendant of the Cheng family.
This kid from his old Cheng family no longer has to carry the sun from the east mountain to the west mountain like a bunch of farmers. Moreover, this is just the beginning. There will be many more capable people in his old Cheng family in the future! When he thought of this, Cheng Fulai's face flushed with excitement.
Although the lecture time was changed to ten o'clock, it was still a bit cold standing on the playground, cold to the bone.
This situation made Cheng Xuyuan feel a toothache.
He originally wanted to be lazy, but he didn't expect that he would end up in trouble.
Every time he stood in the cold wind, he wanted to stop talking.
However, he felt sorry for the young people who came to attend the class wearing patched cotton jackets and even carrying dry food for twenty or thirty miles.
Go ahead and tell it, and finish it.
There is a small blackboard where Cheng Xuyuan gives lectures.
It was borrowed from the educated youth from the next village. Next to Cheng Xuyuan, there was a fire. Although it was drafty on all sides, it could bring him a little warmth.
After finishing the lesson with a hoarse voice, Cheng Xuyuan let out a long breath and said, "Everyone, today's lesson is over."
"We've also finished half of our algebra."
"You can't chew too much."
"Let's take a day off tomorrow and continue studying the day after tomorrow."
"We will spend the next ten days to finish teaching all the math content."
"Thank you, everyone."
As soon as Cheng Xuyuan finished speaking, applause broke out.
After thanking everyone for their applause, Cheng Xuyuan handed the paper he had written to Liu Jiankai to copy on the blackboard, and then he staggered towards home.
Although he was next to the fire, he still felt cold.
When Meng Dezhi's royalties come in, I will buy myself a thick army green coat.
However, this kind of coat is not only expensive, but also requires a ticket.
I have money, but the ticket for the army green coat...
"Brother Dayuan, Brother Dayuan, there is a letter for you!" A boy of fifteen or sixteen years old ran quickly from the village entrance and shouted loudly to Cheng Xuyuan.
Cheng Xuyuan was stunned for a moment and thought to himself, is this the admission letter?
Cheng Jiadong said that it would be here soon. It has been more than ten days, so it should be almost here.
Although he was fully confident that he would be admitted, he was still a little excited when he thought of the admission letter from Yenching University.
After all, in later life, he couldn't even get into Yenching University.
When I arrived at the entrance of the village, I saw a postman riding a bicycle, surrounded by villagers and chatting and laughing.
Seeing Cheng Xuyuan coming over, someone said, "Dayuan, check to see if your admission letter has arrived."
The thirty-something postman in green uniform looked at Cheng Xuyuan and took out a thick envelope from the canvas bag on the back of his bicycle and said, "Cheng Xuyuan, here is a letter and a telegram for you. Please sign them."
Such a thick envelope should not be an admission letter.
Cheng Xuyuan did not open the envelope, but took the telegram.
Is this a telegram? Cheng Xuyuan was speechless when he saw the densely packed words on it.
He looked at the telegram carefully and saw the words on it: "Cheng Xuyuan, after the publication of "When Happiness Knocks on the Door", your work has caused a huge response. Now many readers have written to us. In addition, our magazine is preparing to print an additional 100,000 copies. The radio station has contacted us and wants to adapt "When Happiness Knocks on the Door" into a radio drama."
"Also, the head of our editorial department feels that your book The Pursuit of Happyness is qualified for a symposium, and would like to discuss this with you."
"When will you be back?"
"Reply the telegram as soon as possible, Zhang Dening."
The telegram had more than a hundred words, not counting punctuation marks. If one word was charged two cents, and if the translation fee was added, this telegram would have cost more than three dollars!
You can buy a roast chicken for just over three dollars!
Is it necessary to use so many words to send a telegram? Cheng Xuyuan complained and then looked at the thick envelope. He took a look at the signature of the sender, which turned out to be the Historical Research Editorial Department.
When he opened the envelope, he saw a letter in addition to several magazines. Cheng Xuyuan opened the letter and discovered that it was actually written by Meng Dezhi.
In the letter, Meng Dezhi told Cheng Xuyuan that after his efforts, the magazine had decided to pay him the royalties for 80,000 words first.
And, more importantly, because of the response caused by "Things about the Ming Dynasty", they decided to increase Cheng Xuyuan's royalties by one yuan.
That is, it increased from five yuan per thousand words to six yuan.
In the letter, Meng Dezhi told Cheng Xuyuan at home not to relax, to keep writing, and not to delay the manuscript of "Things about the Ming Dynasty".
Finally, at the end of the letter, Meng Dezhi asked Cheng Xuyuan when he would return.
Cheng Xuyuan had no time to respond to Meng Dezhi's letter. He quickly opened the remittance slip at the back of the letter and saw 492 yuan in it.
Eighty-two thousand words, six yuan per thousand words, the total manuscript fee this time was 492 yuan.
Adding the remaining money from returning from Beijing, Cheng Xuyuan now has more than five hundred yuan in his hands!
I finally have money! If I had 500 yuan in Yanjing, I wouldn't have to keep my bicycle ticket and could just buy a bicycle.
Just when Cheng Xuyuan was overjoyed, Cheng Laoliu, the breeder standing beside him, asked, "Dayuan, is this the admission letter? We are all waiting for the feast!"
Hearing this, Cheng Xuyuan said helplessly: "Sixth Master, it's not an admission letter."
"It was when I was in Yanjing that I wrote an article for a magazine and they paid me for it."
Manuscript fees!
What is the fee for writing a book? Not only Cheng Laoliu was confused, but other villagers were also confused.
"Dayuan, what is the payment for the article?" asked a middle-aged man with yellow teeth when he smiled and smoking a cigarette.
Cheng Xuyuan put the letter away and said, "Uncle, the manuscript fee is money."
Just when Cheng Xuyuan was about to ask the postman how to collect the manuscript fee, he heard someone say, "Isn't that Jiadong back?"
Cheng Xuyuan turned his head and saw Cheng Jiadong riding a brand new bicycle coming from a distance.
In Chengjiazhuang Brigade, Cheng Jiadong, a public servant, was still very eye-catching. When they saw him coming, many people greeted him.
"Jiadong, why are you riding a bike here?"
"Jiadong, are you cold? Come over and warm yourself by the fire."
"Brother Jiadong, this new car is so beautiful. Oh, it's a Phoenix brand, not bad!"
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While greeting people, Cheng Jiadong got out of the new car, took out a box of Big Golden Bells worth 26 cents from his shirt pocket where a pen was inserted, and kept giving cigarettes to the acquaintances around him.
After greeting almost all the acquaintances, he smiled and said to Cheng Xuyuan: "Dayuan, how about this bicycle?"
The last chapter is here today. Although it’s a little late, it’s here anyway. Please support me!
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