1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 164 Textbook

Humanities Society.

In the Novel North Group, Li Jingfeng is in high spirits these days.

The first print run of the single volume of "Furong Town" was 20 copies, and they were all sold out in less than a month.

This was beyond everyone's expectations, and the printing house was immediately notified to reprint more copies. Now, two and a half months later, the total print run of the single volume of "Furong Town" has exceeded 50 copies.

What does this mean? Based on a 2% print run fee of every 50 copies, 2000 copies would be worth more than yuan in print run fees.

Li Jingfeng vaguely felt that by the end of May, when Renwen Publishing House settled the royalties for the first three months' print runs with Jiang Xian, this number could be raised even further.

"The sales of Furong Town are really great, beyond our expectations."

"I visited my neighbor yesterday and saw that he had bought a copy."

"I think the novel "Furong Town" is not only powerful but also has a strong aftertaste. The more readers read it, the more excited they are and the more they get addicted."

"Comrade Jiang Xian, you get 2000 yuan in royalties every three months. Isn't that a blessing?"

"Only 8,000 yuan for the whole year?!"

"Everyone says that we have to pay personal income tax in September."

"That doesn't matter. The next time we pay him royalties is at the end of August, so we can just avoid September."

"Hey, be careful with your words!"

Li Jingfeng just came up carrying a few sacks of letters from readers. He interrupted their discussion and then looked at the letters written to the author of Furong Town. He said with pride and expectation: "It would be great if Jiang Xian could publish some more works."

"Comrade Jingfeng, there is indeed a book to be published"

The old editor Tu An stood at the door at some point, holding a very thick manuscript and coming in. "It was sent over today from the Institute of Literature and Art, saying that this is the manuscript that Jiang Xian asked you to write, and it's specifically for you."

"Ha, this kid! It's worth it that I'm so nice to him!" Li Jingfeng took the manuscript with a smile, feeling so happy in his heart, and at the same time, the abacus in his mind was clattering for Jiang Xian.

Well, if I help him publish it before June, I can receive the first payment for the number of copies before September.
If it could sell as well as "Furong Town", I could pay 200 yuan less!

"What type of manuscript?"

“A novel.”

"Let me see."

Li Jingfeng dug out a space on the table and spread the manuscript on it, the familiar large green grid manuscript paper.

Well, this kid uses manuscript paper from their humanities publishing house.

"Damn, how much was stolen."

Li Jingfeng complained, took a sip of tea, concentrated his mind a little, and then looked at the manuscript.

Li Jingfeng spent a full nine hours from morning to afternoon writing a manuscript of 9 words.

Seeing Li Jingfeng, who had been looking down all day, raise his head, Qi Xuecheng next to him patted his arm and asked.

"How about it?"

Li Jingfeng rubbed his temples, took a deep breath, and gave a four-word evaluation.

“Shocking!”

He hadn't drunk any water for a day, and after he finished speaking, he felt as if his throat was sticky. He quickly picked up the cup and took a few gulps. His Adam's apple rolled a few times before he added the description:

"It's really well written, with good writing, good mood, and good style!"

Qi Xuecheng was very curious when he heard this. "This seems to be a historical story. Which era is it about?"

"He didn't specify which decade it was from, but it seemed like a very special treatment, something that was done intentionally."

Jiang Xian wrote the entire article with a vague historical background, and there is no direct mention of which era he was writing about, but when narrating the story, he inserted history into it seamlessly.

Li Jingfeng is not familiar with "stream of consciousness", so he doesn't quite understand the purpose of this writing style, but it tastes different when read.

According to his speculation, this is probably a story that takes place around the 20s.

"Why is this book titled Rice?" Qi Xuecheng asked again.

This reminded Li Jingfeng.

As he savored the flavor of the book, he couldn't help but applaud, "The title of the book 'Rice' is really good!"

It was really shocking, because "rice" runs through the whole story. When the protagonist Wu Long first came to the city, his only food was a handful of raw rice; when Wu Long had sex with a woman, he would sprinkle a handful of rice on her to purify her body; when Wu Long got syphilis, he would soak himself in rice vinegar, and his condition seemed to be alleviated; when Wu Long died, he died on a train full of rice.

Wu Long is crazy about rice, to the point of being twisted.

"This kid is really good at writing!" Li Jingfeng looked excited.

Although Qi Xuecheng hadn't seen it, after listening to Li Jingfeng's description, he felt that it was indeed of some level.

This is a long novel. To be able to alienate an object into this way and incorporate it into the spiritual core of the whole article is definitely a level that only a master can accomplish.

"Okay, I won't talk to you anymore." Li Jingfeng pushed Qi Xuecheng away and hurriedly got up to find the old lady.

After knocking on the office door, Li Jingfeng excitedly put the movie "Rice" on Wei Junyi's desk.

"Teacher Wei, Jiang Xian's manuscript! Great manuscript!"

When Wei Junyi heard that it was Jiang Xian's manuscript, she immediately asked another question out of curiosity.

"What are you talking about?"

Li Jingfeng summed it up in four simple words: "Farmers move to the city!"

"Isn't that "Camel Xiangzi"? " Wei Junyi said with a smile.

Li Jingfeng slapped his head and said, "Yes! You are right. "Camel Xiangzi" is a story about a rural youth who came to the city to make a living! And he got syphilis!"

"Using "Camel Xiangzi" as the outline, Jiang Xian wants to be Lao She's successor?" Wei Junyi picked up the manuscript and flipped through a few pages casually.

"It's different. Although they are two peasant boys who have the same goal through different paths, they are completely two different novels."

Li Jingfeng talked for a long time, but felt that he couldn't explain it clearly. "Anyway, you will know when you see it."

"Okay, I understand. You can go back first."

Wei Junyi was not in a hurry. She finished reviewing the manuscript in her hand before holding up a magnifying glass and starting to read Jiang Xian's "Rice", which was a different "Camel Xiangzi" in Li Jingfeng's words.

"Stream of consciousness?"

Such a novel style of writing immediately attracted her interest in reading and she wanted to continue reading.

It was already dark, and she turned on a desk lamp, which looked like a lone boat swaying on the dark sea.

Wei Junyi spent an entire night, taking a break in the middle, and finally finished reading the novel at noon the next day.

My body feels a little tired, but my mind is exceptionally clear.

"What a great writer." Wei Junyi couldn't help but sigh.

She has rich experience and has read more, so she sees more than Li Jingfeng.

Like stream of consciousness.

Jiang Xian's novel is almost a textbook display and show-off of his stream-of-consciousness technique. It can even be said that he is teaching all domestic writers how to write.

There is also Wulong's enthusiasm for rice.

Wei Junyi could even see Marxist philosophy in it.

The relationship between Wulong and Mi has changed.

Marxist philosophy believes that alienation is a social phenomenon in which human production and its products, in turn, dominate humans.

Good works are like a gold mine that can be mined endlessly.

Just like Lu Xun's articles, you can read them over and over again to do reading comprehension.

"Have you finished reading it?"

Li Jingfeng knocked on the door and came in. "How is it?"

Wei Junyi pondered for a long time, "After reading it, I suddenly thought of Yukio Mishima."

"Yukio Mishima?" Li Jingfeng was shocked. Yukio Mishima is considered the pinnacle of Japanese literature.

"Do you think we should publish it?"

"Let's ask Jiang Xian to revise the manuscript first."

(Mishima Yukio's works were introduced to China in the 70s)
There will be another update after 0 o'clock. Those who don't want to stay up late can go to bed first. I have adjusted my schedule according to the comments and will try not to stay up late to write in the future.

(End of this chapter)