Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

…

I really want to look up to the sky and laugh.

Damn it!

It’s not easy! I was kept waiting for more than 20 days, and I was very worried!

Fortunately, the result is not bad!

The result is really not bad!

not bad! ! !

Shu Xin smiled and handed the editor's letter to Du Shuangling: "This letter has special meaning to me, keep it."

Du Shuangling's eyebrows arched, she said "hmm" with a smile, and started reading impatiently.

While Zhang Xuan and Du Shuangling were delighted with the editor's letter, a table of adults were rushing to circulate the remittance slip.

Competing to sigh!

Everyone is shocked!

Fighting to lose their voice!

No reason, because the amount on the remittance order is too large.

It's too big!

It’s so big!

More than 10,000 yuan, a full 10,200 yuan.

10,200 yuan!

What is this concept?

The adults at the table had no idea, they just felt that it was really easy for educated people to make money!

Zhang Xuancai collected several thousand yuan from magazines and newspapers a few days ago, and now he has received a shocking remittance note worth 10,000 yuan!

Charged more than 10,000 yuan at one time?

What level is this?

What income level is this?

Looking at the nearby villages and towns, how many of them can make an annual income of more than 10,000 these days?

Don’t say ten thousand! How many are there for a half discount of 5,100 yuan?

How many of them are there?

Not many!

Then if we discount it in half, how many people have an annual income of 2,550?

how many?

At least half of the families in the village have not yet reached this income level!

At this moment, everyone here truly realized the monetary charm of words!

At this moment, Zhang Xuan was the only light in the dark world in the eyes of everyone, and his whole body was shining with a strange brilliance.

Even Ruan Xiuqin was smiling warmly at this moment, almost not closing his mouth.

Although Ai Qing always looked calm, he really believed in the fact that Zhang Xuan had already earned 150,000 yuan through writing.

The first half of the meal was spent drinking and chatting, and the second half was spent circulating the editor's letter and sample issues.

Zhang Xuan, who was caught by a table of people asking questions, was helpless and happy, and even felt a little proud in his heart.

What is life?

This damn life is a happy life!

He patiently explained to everyone what the east wind, west wind and quiet wind are over and over again.

…

The rain kept falling, getting heavier and heavier, and big raindrops hit the ground, ticking.

After four o'clock in the afternoon, Duke drove Santana to the intersection and picked up the mother and daughter.

As soon as the car left Shangcun, Ai Qing, who had been arrogant all day, turned around and took the sample magazine from Du Shuangling's hand, flipping through it without saying anything.

Then I had to read the editor's letter again. I read it word by word quietly. After a long pause, I said to Dudong:

"This book is good. It's much better than the martial arts novels you have that only focus on fighting and killing. You can also read it."

Du Dudong, who was driving, was surprised. He took a look at the sample magazine and knew that it must be related to Zhang Xuan.

But he didn't understand why his wife, who had never been nice to Zhang Xuan, changed her gender today?

Could it be that there is something fishy hidden in this book?

Does it contain some amazing talent?

Why did his wife praise her so much for the first time?

My daughter-in-law actually "surrendered to the enemy", I don't understand!

Taking one look at Ai Qing, whose face was still cold, and another look at Ai Qing, whose expression was still cold, Du Dudong thought he had an illusion.

The next second he turned around and asked his daughter with a smile: "What did your mother just say?"

Du Shuangling smiled and glanced at her mother, and explained happily: "Zhang Xuan wrote a new book and it was serialized in People's Literature. My dear mother is his first fan."

Yo!

This time Du Dudong understood, but was even more surprised!

I’m more curious about what Zhang Xuan wrote?

Let my daughter-in-law, who is prouder than a peacock, change her attitude.

In the evening, Dudong rubbed his sore eyes and quietly asked Ai Qing when he entered the room: "Is this book really written by Zhang Xuan?"

Ai Qing was applying facial cream in front of the mirror and just said a faint "hmm".

Coincidentally, in the west bedroom on the second floor, Wu Guorui held a sample magazine and said to Du Jingling:

"Look, look, what is discernment? Shuangling has a pair of piercing eyes six years ago."

Du Jingling didn't answer. After reading the editor's letter, she fell silent.

…

Since "The Wind" was serialized in People's Literature, the old Zhang family has changed again.

Oops! That status, in the village, it's soaring up!

In the entire Shangcun, there is a family, and everyone knows that that boy from the old Zhang family earns tens of thousands of yuan in royalties, and his literary works are serialized in major newspapers and magazines.

You are really capable!

He is really making a difference!

I really sat in Wencang, and God rewarded me. It was different!

When everyone mentioned Zhang Xuan, they said: That is the dragon in the mountain nest, the hidden golden dragon. Now the golden dragon is born.

Ruan Xiuqin is living a better life now and is respected wherever she goes. I have heard more good things in half a month than in half a lifetime.

When Zhang Ping goes out now, everyone says this is Zhang Xuan's sister, and her younger brother is a college student and a great writer.

Although she is not considered smart, she can now see clearly that her brother is becoming more and more powerful, and she is also proud of it. Even if she marries into the Ouyang family in the future, with such a promising younger brother and such a useful natal family, no one will bully her.

When Zhang Ping thinks about the life she is living now, she feels like a god. She can wake up from her dreams with a smile.

The changes in his biological mother and eldest sister were written on their faces, and Zhang Xuan naturally saw it in his eyes. But he doesn't care much. As long as his family lives well and his hardships are worthwhile, he feels that life is meaningful.

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evening.

Turning on the tape recorder and playing Zhou Huimin's melodious music, the old man, tired of writing articles, sat on the doorstep, stroking his dog's head.

After being kicked day after day, the yellow dog now understands its position in Lao Zhang's family and is honest.

Now as long as he sits on the threshold, the yellow dog will crawl to his feet, narrow his eyes, and obediently give the dog its head.

"Gouzi, call one."

"Woof~"

"Dogs, call two."

"Woof woof~"

"Dogs, call three."

"Woof woof woof woof..."

"Three" is a bit too complicated, and Gouzi means that humble dogs can't understand it.

But the dog had no choice but to keep barking with a grin on his face. When he saw the change in his owner's eyes, he quickly lowered his head and shut up.

"Zhang Xuan, you are really getting better and better as you live, even bullying dogs!"

Just as Zhang Xuan closed his eyes and shook his head while listening to Zhou's wife singing, a tricycle came up at the intersection. Yang Yongjian choked him with his voice as soon as he got off the car.

"Yo! Our old classmate is here!"

Hearing this familiar voice, Zhang Xuan opened his eyes in time, kicked the obtrusive dog away, showed a smile, and gave him a wooden ladle of cool well water.

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