1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 125 Look at this family
"What's wrong? What's wrong with this?"

Doctor Liu hurried into the room, holding a plate of freshly fried hairtail fish.

Glancing at Professor Zhu who looked like a defeated general, she vaguely guessed something.

"Are you talking about Jiang Xian?"

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"What are you talking about? He's already grown up, and you're still talking about him."

Doctor Liu put a plate of hairtail on the table in dissatisfaction. "It's Chinese New Year, and the kids specially sent us hairtail, but you gave them the cold shoulder. What are you doing?"

Professor Zhu knocked on the table and said, "I told him that there are problems with his novel."

"If there is a problem, how can people not understand it?"

Doctor Liu looked dissatisfied, "He is a novelist. When you see a novelist, you know more about it than he does. Why don't you write one?"

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Doctor Liu sat aside with anxious eyes, "That's good. It's Chinese New Year. If Linlin is so angry that she doesn't come back to celebrate the New Year, you will be satisfied."

the other side.

The sky was dim, with only a few street lamps on.

Jiang Xian and Zhu Lin walked side by side on the dimly lit path.

"You are so powerful that you even dare to beat up your dad."

"He is just old and confused." Zhu Lin said unhappily.

Jiang Xian did not try to comfort her, but said seriously: "Remember this feeling now."

"Ok?"

"Ai Jinghua has a lot of shots, and they all require this state."

"What drama are we talking about right now?" Zhu Lin complained, but the gloom on her face also disappeared a lot.

Jiang Xian chuckled, "Today's incident is actually nothing. Today's literature is so polarizing, it's normal for any work to be controversial. Besides, I often receive critical letters from readers, and some of their words are much more unpleasant than what your father said."

"Is it?"

Zhu Lin squinted at him and asked, "Does it make you feel uncomfortable?"

"I just watch it for fun."

"You're pretty awesome."

Zhu Lin frowned and put herself in his shoes. "If someone wrote to me and criticized me for my poor acting, I would be very upset."

"Then you have to be mentally prepared. There are many people who find fault with everything. Behind every famous actor there are groups of black people." Jiang Xian reminded.

"Little Blackie?"

"It's the people who are smearing you and not supporting you."

"What kind of words are you using?" Zhu Lin chuckled, then immediately hesitated again.

She knew that what he said was not fantasy, but a reality that would come true in the near future.

"Don't feel stressed." Jiang Xian said, "When you look down, you can only see mud. When you look up, you can see the scenery."

"You really know how to make fun of adversity."

"What's so hard about this? There are so many hardships in life. This is not hardship. By the way, how was your family at that time?"

"When?"

"What do you think?"

"It must be hard, given the situation in our family."

"Look, no matter how hard it is, it can be as hard as that time."

"It's nothing, just some scolding and cold stares, I didn't suffer much, I went to the countryside very early, on a farm in Shanxi, although the food is not oily, but the vinegar there is good, the noodles are also delicious.

It was very painful to see my dad like that. I remember that some of his students were the ones he loved the most and was closest to."

Zhu Lin's eyes were a little red, but she was the kind of person who didn't feel wronged even if she fell into the river.

Jiang Xian wiped her eyes.

"Okay, go back."

Zhu Lin blinked her wet eyes, "I found a good point about you." "Huh?"

"You are a very rational person."

Jiang Xian smiled and said, "I just assumed you meant that I'm very reliable."

The two of them strolled for a while before returning home.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Professor Zhu and Doctor Liu sitting on chairs with sad faces.

"Uncle Zhu, Aunt Liu."

Jiang Xian took the initiative to greet them, and the two old men woke up as if from a dream and stood up at the same time.

"Jiang Xian, Linlin, have you eaten? Are you hungry?" asked Doctor Liu.

"Aunt Liu, we haven't eaten anything yet." Jiang Xian replied, and then asked them, "Have you eaten yet?"

"We haven't eaten yet. Let me heat up the food so we can eat together." Doctor Liu picked up the plate and complained, "You see, all the delicious food on the table has gone cold because of this."

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Professor Zhu found it particularly irritating.

It sounds like this complaint is directed at him.

The family sat back down at the table.

The table was filled with fried hairtail, fried peanuts, fried crispy snacks, and bean paste. Dr. Liu also specially fried a dish of tomato and eggs.

There are no tomatoes in this season. The tomatoes are taken from homemade cans. In the 1970s and 1980s, every household made homemade canned tomatoes. In the summer, tomatoes were cheap, so I bought a bunch of tomatoes, cut them into pieces, put them in an infusion bottle, stored them for half a year, and ate them in winter.

Zhu Lin had a stern face and lowered her head to eat.

Jiang Xian picked up a piece of hairtail with chopsticks and gave it to her, and she took small bites.

"Jiang Xian, is this to your liking?" Dr. Liu asked with concern.

"Aunt Liu, you are too modest. This dish is cooked with great skill and tastes really good."

"Haha, as long as you like it."

Doctor Liu smiled and kicked Professor Zhu twice under the table, his eyes suggesting that he was very anxious.

Professor Zhu sighed, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of fried hairtail and put it in Jiang Xian's bowl.

"Ahem, Xiao Jiang, be careful when you eat it, it has thorns."

"Hey! Thank you, Uncle Zhu!" Jiang Xian said enthusiastically.

Zhu Lin took a glance and her expression softened slightly. After chewing the food in her mouth, she picked up a piece of hairtail and put it in Professor Zhu's bowl.

"Dad, please eat slowly, don't get it stuck in your throat."

“Hey, hey! Hahahaha!”

Professor Zhu smiled happily, nodded in agreement, picked up the hairtail from the bowl and ate it with relish.

Damn, all those literary concepts and artistic persistence are bullshit. They are not as good as my daughter's smiling face.

"Uncle Zhu, I offer you a toast."

"Haha, come on."

Before New Year's Eve, "Beijing Literature and Art" paid Jiang Xian the royalties for "Fuxi Fuxi".

1月份，出版局制定《稿酬的暂行规定》著作稿稿酬为每千字3至10元，翻译稿稿酬则为每千字2至7元。

"Beijing Literature and Art" happily raised Jiang Xian's royalties to 10 yuan per thousand words. Based on the original salary of 7 yuan per thousand words, he could only get 546 yuan, but the salary was raised by 234 yuan, so he got 780 yuan!
This finally alleviated Jiang Xian's financial difficulties. At least he had enough money to have a prosperous year.

You have to know that since he bought the yard, not only did he have to rely on Zhang Jie for financial support, but he also didn't have much money left.

At the same time, he also looks forward to the publication of "Furong Town" by Renwen Publishing House, where the royalties are the highlight. In addition to the basic royalties, there are also royalties based on the number of copies printed. The sales of works and the author's income become closely related.

There is also a program on New Year's Eve, "The First Spring in the 1980s" organized by CCTV, which is a recorded broadcast.

Jiang Xian's family gathered around the table, eating melon seeds and watching with great interest.

"The next show is 'Five Senses Compete for Merit'."

"Author: Jiang Xian."

"Performer: Ma Ji"

(End of this chapter)