1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 157 Come to our house for tea
In a hurry, it is already the end of April.

After it was renamed the Fifth Literature Workshop, the students' enthusiasm for creation increased a lot. When there were no classes or meals, they would find a place to work hard.

The institute brought together such a large number of backbone figures of the new era literature, so naturally there was an endless stream of editors coming to commission articles.

Jiang Xian also received many invitations from editors, but he declined them all as he really couldn't make any appointments.

He was pressed for time, so he revised "Traffic" while filming it. At the same time, he had not yet finished writing the script for "The Chess King" for Xie Jin, and he also had not finished writing a "stream of consciousness" novel.

This novel is the most painful.

It was soul-torturing! Just as a reader, Jiang Xian couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine. Writing it was even more painful, as if he was talking to the devil.

Before May Day, Wang Fu called Jiang Xian and told him that the collection of outstanding novels had been published and that the basic royalties would be paid to their writers soon.

The following morning, Jiang Xian was called to sign for a registered letter, along with Jiang Zilong and Chen Shixu.

The registered letter was a payment slip, and the basic remuneration for the "Collection of Excellent Novels" published by "People's Literature" had been paid out.

Jiang Zilong opened it first, and the three of them took a look at it at the same time. It cost 320 yuan.

Chen Shixu was surprised, "Comrade Zilong, is there something missing?"

"Not a small amount. This is the amount I received for the manuscript of Director Qiao's Taking Office."

"Don't you have another novella that won an award?"

"This collection of works selected works, but my novella was not selected."

"I see."

Chen Shixu nodded and opened his own registered letter. The amount was slightly more than his, 380 yuan.

"It's a bit of a word count advantage."

"Congratulations." Jiang Xian bowed and congratulated him, but he didn't open his registered letter.

They both looked at him.

"How much do you want?"

Jiang Zilong probably knew in his heart that this kid definitely had a lot of money, probably more than he and Chen Shixu combined.

"Not much." Jiang Xian shook his head.

"Comrade Jiang Xian, you are so mean! We both showed it to you!" Jiang Zilong condemned.

"Not much really."

"Comrade Chen Shixu, this kid is not honest. Hold him down."

The two men rolled up their sleeves and prepared to fight. Chen Shixu was a farmer, so it would be easy for him to hold down Jiang Xian.

"You two have no moral principles! You just picked someone older than me and bullied a young man like me! You better watch out for yourself."

"Take it out quickly and take a look."

"Ugh."

Jiang Xian opened the registered letter in his hand with helplessness and reluctance, and took out the payment slip from it.

Jiang Zilong and Chen Shixu immediately leaned over to take a look, and their eyebrows jumped and their hearts sank.

2050 yuan!

A full 2050 yuan!

what is this concept?

Here is a reference. Since 1980, our country has been collecting personal income tax, which will be implemented in September. The published tax rate table is as follows:
The starting point is 800 yuan per month, the second level is 801 yuan to 1500 yuan per month, the tax rate is 5%, the third level is 1501 yuan to 3000 yuan per month, the tax rate is 10%
Jiang Zilong and Chen Shixu together cannot reach the tax starting point. Look at this kid Jiang Xian, he has already reached the third level by himself!

"I just didn't need to take a single look at it." Jiang Zilong felt grief-stricken and regretted his decision.

It’s painful not to watch it, and it’s even more painful to watch it.

Chen Shixu was more shocked.

Jiang Xian's remuneration seems to be a lot, and it is actually quite a lot.

He has never earned so much royalties in his life!

He has published very few works, almost never written any works. This time he was lucky enough to write a good one, and was extremely fortunate to win the National Excellent Short Story Award and be included in his collection of works.

Now that I have looked at Jiang Xian's royalties slip, I have realized that it might be a bit of an exaggeration to say that there is a huge difference between him and those real writers, but there is nothing wrong with saying that there is only a one-digit difference between them.

"I told you two not to look at it." Jiang Xian muttered, put away the manuscript fee receipt, and then he had to take the receipt to the bank to withdraw the money.

"Whenever you two go to the bank, remember to let me know. The three of us will go together, so that if anything unexpected happens, we can take care of each other."

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Jiang Zilong and Chen Shixu were in mixed feelings and didn't want to pay attention to him. They even hoped that something unexpected would happen right now. The next morning, they put hammers on their waists, called Jiang Xian, asked for some time off, and took bus No. 18 into the city.

Jiang Zilong and Chen Shixu first took out and deposited the money, and then accompanied Jiang Xian to carefully take out and deposit the huge sum of money.

Small treasury: 2245 yuan, 2 cents.

The two of them looked nervous and were careful about their surroundings, which made Jiang Xian quite touched.

Without saying anything, he grabbed their arms and said, "Let's go to our house to eat some preserved fruits and drink some tea."

Jiang Zilong was embarrassed.

"No, no, Comrade Jiang Xian, you are too polite."

"Let's stop drinking. We have classes in the morning. Let's go back early." Chen Shixu was too embarrassed to be polite.

"Don't worry, there's an old Chinese saying, since we're already here."

The two had no choice but to follow Jiang Xian all the way back home.

Well, Jingshan East Hutong.

Looking at the Forbidden City so close, Jiang Zilong felt unwell. "Is your courtyard here?"

“This is the alley.”

"What is this alley called?"

"Jingshan East Hutong was formerly called Sanyanjing Hutong."

Jiang Xian explained as he walked.

He also specially led the two people to No. 7, Ji'anso East Alley, in the north, which was later renamed No. 8, Ji'anso Zuoxiang, a small courtyard of more than 200 square meters. He pointed to the three main rooms in the north, which were still occupied.

"This is his old residence in the capital."

Jiang Zilong and Chen Shixu were shocked again.

The three of them strolled around, imagining his first time in the big city of Beijing and his figure in this courtyard. They sighed and lamented for a long time before returning to Jingshan East Hutong.

All the way to the vermilion gate.

Jiang Zilong and Chen Shixu were stunned.

"Brother Zilong, Brother Shixu, please."

"Gudong."

Just by looking at the two imposing drum stones, Jiang Zilong's Adam's apple couldn't help but roll.

Pushing the door open, you'll see a landscape screen wall with a brick eaves and diamond-shaped paving in the center, with a big Chinese character "Fu" carved in the middle.

The screen wall was called Xiaoqiang in ancient times, and it is also called Zhaobi. However, Jiang Xian prefers to call the screen wall facing the street Zhaobi, and the one in the courtyard a screen wall.

Entering the inner courtyard from the front yard through the hanging flower gate, the doors and windows are new, and the exposed large and small woodwork on the beams, columns, rear eaves columns, wall columns, and hanging flower gates have been repainted, colorful and bright.

"Sure! Make it like a royal palace." Jiang Zilon squatted down to take a look.

The floor has been repaved with blue bricks. The tiles have been painted with tung oil, and the joints between them are very fine, making it look smooth and clean at a glance.

It is spread out in a cross shape from the middle, leaving four gardens at the four corners.

"This locust tree has a very thick trunk diameter." Chen Shixu exclaimed, "It must be quite old, right?"

"It was already planted and I just pruned it." Jiang Xian replied.

That was the originally planted Chinese scholar tree, which had been re-pruned and looked brand new. An elm tree was planted behind the house. The fruit of the elm tree is called elm money, which is light yellow and edible.

In every corner of the front yard and the inner courtyard, several beds of white hostas were planted in a unique way.

At first glance, the garden is full of spring colors.

"Is there no other residents in this yard?" Jiang Zilong was surprised.

"No, it was just repaired two days ago."

Their family is moving here from No. 15 Hufang Road these days. The progress is not fast, but they can already move in.

Rao Yuemei was dusting the north room with a feather duster at the moment. She saw three people standing in the yard and came out to greet them.

Jiang Xian introduced them separately, asked his mother to make a cup of tea, and then took the two of them for a walk in the yard.

The renovation is not complete yet, and there are many things that have not been done yet, such as the ceiling, goldfish tank, pomegranate tree, bird cages, cats and dogs.
It was also planned to build corridors along both sides of the hanging flower gate after entering the gate, along the outer edge of the courtyard, connecting the east and west wing rooms, serving as a passage connecting the houses.

When it rains or snows, you can walk directly on the corridor without worrying about getting wet. It can also provide shade on sunny days, which is quite leisurely and elegant.

(End of this chapter)