Chapter 675: Reply From "Harvest"

Shen Long doesn't know this yet. Although he believes in the quality of this novel, each person has his own opinion on literary works. He wouldn't be surprised if they were rejected by the review editor. It is enough to submit a manuscript to a magazine. Anyway, even if an editor is wrong, can't all literary editors across the country be wrong?

He restarted his job hunting career. Instead of going to Dongguan Bridge to wait, Shen Long found the former contractor. When he left last time, the contractor said that no matter when he comes back, as long as he wants to Do it, he will definitely accept it.

Seeing Shen Long coming over, the contractor let him go to work without saying a word. Does the contractor not like such a capable little worker? Now Shen Long enjoys the highest treatment in the small ICBC, earning 2.5 yuan a day, even if there are always a few days in a month when it rains and he cannot go to work, the sum of money is about 60 yuan a month.

Now those young people in the city who have just started work, only twenty or thirty yuan a month, Shen Long can get more than twice their income, but the account can't be calculated like this, the life of a job seeker is too hard, The income is also unstable, which is like the news that in the future it is often said that construction workers earn more than 10,000 yuan a month, but not many people are willing to do it, and they do not have much social status.

This money is already enough for his daily expenses. At this time, a catty of vegetables only costs a few cents, and watching movies costs one or two cents. An ordinary person can have ten yuan a month for living expenses. There are no other expenses, and I can save forty or fifty yuan a month for my family.

He plans to save more, plus his own manuscript fee, and buy more things when he returns home during the Chinese New Year, so that his family can have a good year. It is best to publish a few more articles and earn more manuscript fees, so that he can renovate the cave for the family. Shaoan built three new cave dwellings and spent a few hundred yuan, which is not difficult to save.

Another weekend, Shen Long came to look for Tian Xiaoxia at the prefectural committee's family courtyard as scheduled, but she didn't see her for a while, Tian Xiaoxia seemed to have grown taller, and after a closer look, she was wearing a pair of high heels; as usual, Tian Xiaoxia went to Dazao as soon as Shen Long came The boss ordered food for Shen Long, and the two chatted enthusiastically while eating.

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Tian Xiaoxia didn't talk about the submission of the manuscript for the time being. She was worried that it would make the other party nervous and worry about gains and losses. Instead, she talked about "White Ship", "That bastard Ren Du wrote the preface is all nonsense, ignore him."

Xiaoxia is a girl who can distinguish between what she likes and what she hates. She can't see that the works she admires are criticized by others, and what Ren Du wrote is really unreasonable, with strong characteristics of that era, so that those who have experienced that era People instinctively feel disgusted, and the last sentence not only did not damage Xiaoxia's image, but made her look even cuter.

Shen Long chatted with her about the sad childhood of the little boy abandoned by his parents in the book; The life of a deer mother and the ancient and legendary Kyrgyz...

Neither of them has been abroad, even Shaoping has never been to the provincial capital, but from the book they seem to have visited Kyrgyzstan in person, and they can fully understand what the characters in the book have experienced. In that country, the sufferings of life at the bottom are all connected.

By virtue of the topic naturally turning to "Old Well", Shen Long took out the newly written manuscript, and Tian Xiaoxia couldn't wait to read it. Her mind was also constantly fluctuating with the fate of Sun Wangquan and Qiaoying in the story. After writing the manuscript, Tian Xiaoxia let out a long sigh, and discussed the details of the story with Shen Long.

"Laojing Village is not like Shuangshui Village. Shuangshui Village has Dongla River and Kuiyan River, and there is no shortage of water. Which village is the prototype? Guanzi Village or other villages?"

"neither.

"In fact, the story of Lao Jing didn't happen in Huangyuan at all, but in the depths of Taihang Mountains. To find the prototype of the story, he had to go to the next door. Shen Long could only continue to lead the source of the story to those job hunters, and then Artistic processing was carried out according to the description of Lan Gonghan.

"Art comes from life and is higher than life. I didn't quite understand this sentence before, but now I understand it after reading your novel." Tian Xiaoxia looked at the person in front of her who was different from all her peers. Man, most people would have been overwhelmed when they encountered such suffering, right?

Not only can he enjoy this kind of suffering in peace, but he can even draw material from the suffering and become the inspiration for his own creation. Perhaps this is the mentality that every literary master must go through?

"Is there any shadow of you in Sun Wangquan?" They all have the surname Sun, and they all failed the college entrance examination, but they don't know who his Qiaoying is? When I was in high school, I heard people say that Shaoping liked a girl. It seems to be Hao Hongmei? For some reason, Tian Xiaoxia felt a little sour when she thought of this.

"Sun Wangquan has the shadows of many rural youths. Like most literary works, he is the product of the condensation and fusion of many similar characters..." This is really not the case. It is just a coincidence that both of them are named Sun.

"The ending should be finished next week, right? I'll go to your place next weekend?" Now Tian Xiaoxia is a little dissatisfied and meets once every two weeks. It's already October and the weather is getting colder. Don't bring him some thick bedding? The bed he was on was almost worn out.

"It should be fine." This was a careless progress. Shen Long began to think about what to buy next Saturday. Tian Xiaoxia seemed to like spicy food, so why not make some oily and spicy?

After a week of waiting, Tian Xiaoxia finally waited until Saturday. This week, she got the new issue of "Harvest" in the library for the first time. Unfortunately, the work she was looking forward to was not included in this issue. This made Tian Xiaoxia a little disappointed.

But she is also comforting herself, "Harvest" is a temple that literature lovers all over the country yearn for, and countless people look forward to entering this temple every month, maybe they haven't had time to read Shaoping's manuscript.

She carefully selected a novel in the library, and brought an old wool blanket from home. It was not because she was unwilling to buy a new one, but because she was worried that Shen Long would not accept it. The old one was easier to accept, and she still keep warm.

At the entrance of the cave, Tian Xiaoxia saw someone pacing up and down at the entrance, she seemed a little anxious, and when she got closer, it turned out to be Jia Bing, "Mr. The one who came to Huangyuan to tell stories with him last time."

"Oh, it's you, when will Shaoping come back? "Harvest" wrote back to him." Jia Bing raised the envelope in his hand and said.