1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 219 Gift Book and Synthesis

"Comrade Dexia, what are you doing here?"

Xu Dexia looked delighted, "Teacher Jiang, let me share some good news with you."

Jiang Xian smiled and said, "You tell me."

"Shanghai's Youth Literature and Art and Selected Novels have both contacted our editorial office, wanting to reprint the novel The Grass House."

"Youth Literature and Art" is a publication that is as famous as "Children's Literature", and friends in the south should be more familiar with it.

As for "Novel Selections", it is a publication founded by the China Writers Association this year. It is a literary monthly magazine whose mission is to collect the best novels from across the country and select famous writers and new talents. It is one of the important publications in the field of contemporary novels.

Only one month after "The Grass House" was published, two publications wanted to reprint it, and both of them were very famous publications. No wonder Xu Dexia was so happy.

After a pause, Xu Dexia continued, "There is another publication called "Childhood". Just when I came here, they called and also wanted to reprint "The Grass House"."

Jiang Xian was even more familiar with "Childhood" because he had just poached Wang Anyi from this magazine.

Jiang Xian felt pleasantly surprised, but also puzzled.

"The Grass House" was good enough and attractive enough, so he could fully understand why other publications wanted to reprint it. However, what puzzled him was why these publications all came together to reprint it as if they had agreed beforehand.

It's not possible that Children's Literature is hiding the information from him for the sake of their own circulation.

"What's going on?" He expressed his doubts.

Xu Dexia's face immediately broke into a smile, and it was obvious that she knew what the inside story was.

"Teacher Jiang, you really haven't heard any news at all."

"What news?" Jiang Xian was confused and asked, "Xiao Xu, you are still young, don't get the bad habit of keeping things a secret."

Xu Dexia stuck out her tongue and said honestly, "Some time ago, our Children's Literature received an order for 2000 copies of the September issue. The orderer was quite special. It was Mr. Song."

Mr. Song?
Seeing that he was still confused, Xu Dexia reminded him quietly: "That gentleman's wife..."

Hiss.

Jiang Xian then realized who Mr. Song was.

That outstanding man and woman.

Xu Dexia was so excited that she took out a newspaper from her bag and handed it to Jiang Xian, "Writer Jiang, take a look yourself."

Jiang Xian took it and glanced at it. It was the People's X Newspaper, and the date was yesterday.

Xu Dexia opened the third page of the newspaper, and Jiang Xian quickly saw a striking report on the activities of the China Welfare Fund.

The gist of the story is that at yesterday's China Welfare Fund event, Mr. Song donated 2000 copies of the September issue of Children's Literature to the China Welfare Fund Children's Palace, and said, "The grass house is golden, and we want to let the children have a golden childhood."

There is also a photo of the live event. Mr. Song is friendly and elegant. He sits in the middle of a group of children with a smile on his face. The children have red scarves around their necks and are holding "Children's Literature" in their hands. The pattern of the straw house on the cover is clearly visible.

Jiang Xian then realized why "The Grass House" had suddenly attracted so much attention.

It’s because of what Mr. Song said!
Jiang Xian has absolute respect for this woman, not only as the partner of the great pioneer, but also as a female warrior who firmly stands on the same front with us in times of crisis.

Now that I can receive her praise, I feel so honored.

As the editor who published his novel, Xu Dexia was so proud of it that she was even more excited than him. "Teacher Jiang Xian, this shows that Mr. Song has recognized your novel!"

Jiang Xian showed a trace of relief, "Comrade Dexia, I have one more favor to ask of you."

"Teacher Jiang, please speak."

"I would like to order 1000 copies of the September issue of Children's Literature from China Youth Publishing House and give them to the children of the China Welfare Foundation."

"1000 copies?!" Xu Dexia was surprised.

The price of a copy of "Children's Literature" is 0.95 yuan, and 1000 copies of "Children's Literature" would cost 950 yuan.

One shot is a thousand yuan, is this Mr. Jiang's mindset? !
"Are you sure?"

"Since I said so, I must have made up my mind."

In later generations, there is one thing about "The Grass House" that has always been criticized. Cao Wenxuan often goes to campuses under the guise of giving lectures to sell children's books. Many primary schools require students to buy children's books in the order form, and "The Grass House" must appear on the list, which arouses the disgust of many people.

"The Grass House" is obviously written as beautifully as a work of art, but Lao Cao insists on ruining what he wrote. He is happy to do this, but Jiang Xian cannot do it. Not only does he not sell it, he also wants to give it to children.

In her later years, Ms. Song devoted herself to charity work for women and children and lived a very simple life. However, she came from a very wealthy family and in her later years she donated all her properties and royalties.

I heard that one time after a meeting, he wanted to go to the Friendship Store to buy a piece of clothing. He saw a piece he liked, but when his secretary asked about the price, she was so scared that she quickly waved her hands and refused to buy it.

As the author of "The Grass House", Jiang Xian's donation of 1000 copies of "Children's Literature" can be regarded as a response to Mr. Song's appreciation.

After returning home, Jiang Xian showed the People's X Newspaper to Zhu Lin. She was also very excited. She put her arms around Jiang Xian's neck, her almond eyes full of admiration.

"Comrade Xiao Jiang, you are amazing! Even Mr. Song thinks your "The Grass House" is well written!"

"Ahem, wait a moment."

Jiang Xian also told Zhu Lin about his decision to donate 1000 copies.

Zhu Lin naturally felt distressed, because not everyone’s consumption concept is the same as Jiang Xian’s.

But she was still willing to support his decision.

"Donate more, 1500 copies is fine!"

"That means Jiang Xian and his wife Zhu Lin donated 1500 copies together."

Jiang Xian also acted decisively and paid a deposit of 1500 copies to Children's Literature the next day, a total of 1425 yuan.

The leaders of the China Youth Publishing House were alarmed and deeply moved, and were willing to negotiate the matter with the China Welfare Fund on his behalf.

Soon enough, Jiang Xian received remuneration slips from three publications for reprinting "The Grass House", which directly brought him 7,000 yuan. Jiang Xian was almost reaching the threshold of becoming a 50,000 yuan household.

9月份他才只是个税收入3001—6000元的第4级，10月这才刚过几天，他就是月收入6001—9000的第5级了，要缴纳30%
This really made him feel both painful and happy.

Mr. Song's comment and the People's X Newspaper's report on the incident have pushed The Grass House to a new forefront.

The field of children's literature, which was not very popular among literary critics before, has attracted the attention of many literary critics this time.

Xu Dexia actually saw a literary review of "The Grass House" on the third page of "Wenyi Bao"
——《The beauty of human nature, poetic text - reading "The Grass House"》

It was almost unheard of that the Literary Gazette published review articles on children's literature.

What's more, the author of this literary review is the famous literary all-rounder Ke Ling.

Xu Dexia couldn't wait to take a look:
"Jiang Xian writes about the power of truth, goodness and beauty!
I started reading at 12:30 in the morning and continued until 22:30 in the evening. During the process, I was guessing and feeling.

Jiang Xian is always sober, he knows how to hook the reader's heart, make you can't put it down, and make you feel the shock in your heart. The love entanglement between Bai Que and Jiang Yiluan can be said to be a failure.

The appearance and disappearance of the Red Gate, Du Xiaokang and his father Du Yonghe releasing the ducks, challenged fate, and ended in failure.

I saw Jiang Xian's cruelty, which is his usual writing habit. But this time, his cruelty was mixed with compassion. It was precisely because of this that readers read something in human nature, and it allowed me to see the softness and uneasiness in Jiang Xian's heart.

Grandma Qin from Ai Di went from not leaving school to leaving school, once to saving someone from the water and once to dying in the water.

Behind Zhiyue's life experience, there is a love tragedy. The unattainable love between Monk Huisi of Jinyue Temple and Zhiyue's mother is also a failure. The suicide of Zhiyue's mother is heart-wrenching.

Xima, a bad boy, was sent back to his hometown by Mr. and Mrs. Qiu. When he was about to leave, Mr. Qiu's family suffered a disaster, the house was flooded, and he got a terminal illness. Xima could have clearly left, but he chose to stay and be a man.

Wen Youju, Jiang Xian still didn't let her live a good life and made her drink a lot of Chinese medicine.

But Jiang Xian gave Sangsang a beautiful life. Sangsang seemed to be the stick in the candied haws, connecting the characters of Tuhe, Zhiyue, Du Xiaokang and Xima. His ingenuity in the structure of the novel can be seen.

Poetry blooms in the midst of suffering. I see Jiang Xian’s understanding of human nature, emotion, morality, wisdom and beauty.

Jiang Xian writes about the events of the 1950s and childhood, but the emotional power of his writing is enough to penetrate the era and age."

call.

Xu Dexia could hardly suppress her excitement. This was the first time she read a literary review related to her. "The Grass House" was the first article with literary review she had edited.

And it was in the important literary criticism platform of "Wenyi Bao"!

The China Welfare Foundation also contacted Jiang Xian and sent a staff member named Ma Yuying.

Ma Yuying was very grateful for Jiang Xian's donation. "We would like to hold a small donation ceremony for you and your wife."

"That's not necessary." Jiang Xian thought about it and felt that holding a donation ceremony to promote it would seem a bit deliberate.

Ma Yuying has been doing this work for a long time, so she naturally knew what Jiang Xian was thinking. She sincerely advised, "Please accept it. Appropriate publicity is also a good thing for us. It can call on more caring people in the society to join in the charity cause."

Seeing Ma Yuying say this, Jiang Xian had no choice but to agree and attend this small event with Zhu Lin on the weekend.

The headquarters of the China Welfare Fund is in Shanghai, so the venue was borrowed from the Capital Library. The scale of the event was not very large, and only a few China Welfare Fund cadres stationed in Beijing and reporters from Beijing newspapers came.

"Thank you, thank you Mr. Jiang Xian and Mrs. Zhu Lin." The cadres of the China Welfare Fund shook hands with the two of them very enthusiastically and gave them some souvenirs from the China Welfare Fund.

"Mr. Jiang Xian, could you please find a few books to sign? The children will be very happy after receiving them."

"no problem."

Jiang Xian took several copies of Children's Literature, held a fountain pen, and wrote on the cover pages of the magazines one by one: "I wish you good health and happiness. Jiang Xian, October 1980, 10."

"Please ask Mrs. Zhu Lin to sign a few books as well." A staff member handed over a pen.

"Me?" Zhu Lin was stunned for a moment. She had never signed an autograph for anyone before, but she quickly showed her graceful and elegant demeanor.

Holding a fountain pen, like Jiang Xian, he opened the cover of the magazine and wrote with a smile: "Wishing you a healthy growth. Zhu Lin, October 1980, 10."

While he was signing autographs, reporters suddenly rushed over, swarming around him and snapping away with their cameras.

Jiang Xian instinctively protected Zhu Lin.

This is also thanks to the Chinese reporters, who are relatively well-educated. Foreign reporters are not so good. They have heavy feet and can even break a fucking racket.

The cadres of the recipient organization, China Welfare Fund, first made a speech to express their gratitude to the two comrades Jiang Xian and Zhu Lin who donated the books.

The China Welfare Fund invited Jiang Xian and Zhu Lin to choose one person to go on stage and give a speech.

"We are not prepared! We are not prepared!" Jiang Xian waved his hands and kept refusing.

The cadres of China Welfare Fund pulled him hard.

"Just say a few words!"

"Oh, I can't. I can't."

"Just stop there, and just say whatever you want."

Unable to refuse, Jiang Xian walked to the center of the stage with a helpless look on his face and started:
“Knowledge breeds ideals. I hope The Grass House can take root in children’s hearts and become the seeds of beauty in their minds!”

Oops.

The cadres of the China Welfare Fund looked at each other.

It seems that he came prepared.

He also told us old comrades that we were not prepared, tui, and had no martial ethics.

"Mr. Song once said: Everything is for the children, everything for the children, and everything for all children.

Her words deeply touched me. This is also what I thought when I wrote "The Grass House". At that time, I condensed the mission of literature into a clear consciousness: to provide a good human foundation for mankind. Such a mission is undoubtedly noble.

I want my work to be a book that lays a spiritual foundation for children, has a proper sense of morality, aesthetic value from beginning to end, and compassion flowing between the lines.

In fact, a person can never get out of his childhood.

I have been writing books for many years. I have written a lot of articles and published many books. In fact, I am building a house, a spiritual house. Now I also hope that children can regard the straw house I built as their own house.

That’s all I have to say.”

Wow wow wow wow.

The speech ended with thunderous applause.

The cadres of China Welfare Fund Foundation clapped their hands until they were red.

Damn, you said it so well, and you told me you weren't prepared?!

Zhu Lin also applauded Jiang Xian with a smile on her face, and quickly went on stage, nodding at him with a smile on her face.

Staff from the China Welfare Fund came on stage to take photos with the two.

The book donation ceremony is over.

"You spoke really well on stage just now." On the way home, Zhu Lin couldn't help but praise him: "You said you didn't prepare, did you think of this part a long time ago?"

Jiang Xian smiled but said nothing.

A reminder popped up in my mind.

"Inspiration [Blood] progress +1, current progress (1000/1000)"

(End of this chapter)