1978: Female educated youth, don’t want an illiterate husband

Chapter 230 Xuemin, did you write all this without Teacher Gu's knowledge? (Request full order)
Cheng Xuemin finished speaking in one breath, and the entire organizing office fell silent in an instant!

puff!
Liu Xinwu, who was holding the cup of tea and was about to swallow the tea in his mouth, was so shocked by the words he heard that he instantly spat out a mouthful of tea.

No way!
Their son-in-law "October" actually went behind the back of his mother-in-law Teacher Gu and invested not only in "Harvest", but also in "Shanghai Literature and Art" and "Yanhe Literature"?
What’s even more outrageous is that they all won awards!

If this had not won the award and had not been exposed, would his mother-in-law, Teacher Gu, have been kept in the dark until now?
Anyway, Liu Xinwu had never heard of it, nor had his mother-in-law mentioned it.

That must be the same as Li Qingquan's Yenching Literature, done secretly.

"Lao Liu, you did this on purpose, didn't you? Tell me, did you deliberately wait for an opportunity to take revenge?"

As luck would have it, Liu Xinwu's mouthful of old tea sprayed directly onto Li Qingquan who was beside him, waking up Li Qingquan who was also in a daze.

On the spot, Li Qingquan, who was angry and embarrassed, did not bother to ask Cheng Xuemin, but accused Liu Xinwu, wiping the tea off his body and said:
"Besides, listen to what Old Liu has to say. Xuemin didn't just give it to us! There's The Traitor from Harvest, Female College Students' Dormitory from Shanghai Literature and Art, and Loess Plateau from Yanhe Literature!"

"Especially this piece of Loess Plateau, which is worthy of first prize, just like "The Horse Herder" and "The Record of Director Qiao's Taking Office."

Li Qingquan was also confused, because he knew that Cheng Xuemin was very prolific in writing.

Not only is he very productive, but the quality of each article is also very high, and almost every article has received remarkable responses.

But who would have thought.

Cheng Xuemin's high productivity still exceeded their imagination, completely exceeded their imagination.

In addition to their own Yenching Literature and People's Literature, their award-winning manuscripts were also contributed to Shanghai Literature and Art, Harvest, and Yanhe Literature.

And in addition to these articles that were leaked because of winning awards, there must be other articles that did not win awards and were not exposed.

Li Qingquan never expected that the author would be so prolific, especially as a new writer.

"I..." Liu Xinwu originally wanted to confront Li Qingquan, but he saw that he had sprayed a mouthful of old tea on him, so he regarded it as a small "revenge", so he did not confront him again.

Then he looked at Cheng Xuemin bitterly and said with great grievance, "Xuemin, tell me the truth, Lao Liu, besides these few, do you have any other manuscripts?"

"Xuemin, tell me the truth. I promise not to tell Teacher Gu about your secret contribution to the outside world. Tell me more in one breath. Is there anything else?"

Liu Xinwu is really a wronged young wife, full of sadness and misery.

The son-in-law of my own magazine "October" has submitted many articles to other magazines, and all of them have won awards, including major ones.

But their own magazine "October" did not even have a single article that won an award.

It’s not that there was no award-winning article, but that their son-in-law had never submitted an article to their magazine "October".

How can we submit it for selection and award if we don’t even have a manuscript?
This is the most confusing, painful and resentful part in Liu Xinwu's heart.

and!

Now all these colleagues are looking at me with indignation, and they obviously feel miserable for their 'mother-in-law', right?

"Xuemin, you are really good! You hid it so well, no wonder Lao Liu is so resentful!"

"Go on, tell me which other manuscripts have won awards this time, and I'll sign them all for you!"

Li Shuguang, who was in charge of sign-in and registration, was also almost shocked by Cheng Xuemin's later revelations and almost dropped his pen.

He urged Cheng Xuemin, also full of surprise, to finish what he said in one breath, while ticking the sign-in book.

"Is it really like what Lao Liu said, a secret fund? Your wife and mother-in-law don't know about this?"

Seeing that Cheng Xuemin was too shy, Li Qingquan on the side began to get suspicious and asked Cheng Xuemin if he was really setting up a secret treasury.

"Hey! Xuemin is an experienced person, so don't hide it in front of us. You can just tell us. Can we old guys go to your mother-in-law and complain about you?"

Zhang Guangnian and Li Shuguang also nodded, encouraging Cheng Xuemin to speak out everything boldly.

Isn't it just the private money he hid in the slush fund by secretly writing manuscripts without the knowledge of his lover and mother-in-law?

We are all experienced people, and these are the common tricks used by these old guys. Which man doesn't hide some private money to save money for cigarettes and drinks?
Especially for writers like them, they have to hand over all their salaries to the company, and the royalties from writing, even if they keep just one or two articles, is enough for them to buy cigarettes and alcohol for most of the year.

However, no one is as cruel as Cheng Xuemin!
How much secret fund did he set up and hid his private money behind the backs of his wife and mother-in-law? !

"That's right, if we talk about snitching, the only one on our side is Lao Liu! You really have to be on your guard against Lao Liu, Xuemin!"

Li Qingquan continued to add another sentence.

"Old Li, I don't like what you said. What do you mean by being on guard? You should be on guard against me, too?"

"Would I be the one who would report to Mr. Gu that Xuemin was hiding his private money in a slush fund?"

How could Liu Xinwu tolerate seeing Li Qingquan stabbing him in the back right in front of him?
"No, no, no! Teachers, I really have no money left. I really haven't hidden any money behind anyone's back!"

We have all been through this!

Cheng Xuemin listened to the jokes of these teachers and almost guessed Cheng Xuemin's original intention.

Didn't Cheng Xuemin cast a wide net and create many aliases in order to set up a slush fund to hide his private money?
However, Cheng Xuemin has never been able to hide his private money!
After finally achieving success and receiving payment for several articles, he was eventually sold out by Mr. Tang, who was working as a guard in the mail room.

Who would have thought that a security guard at Yan University would be the ancestor of the Feng family?

"Teacher Li, these are the only few articles. There really is no more after that!"

Then, Cheng Xuemin emphasized it again to Li Shuguang, who was in charge of sign-in.

"Is there really nothing left?" Li Shuguang asked uncertainly after ticking the box.

"That's all, Mr. Li, this is all we have left. Just these two!"

Cheng Xuemin nodded again, confirming that these were the only two articles and there were no other winning manuscripts.

"Horse herder, Director Qiao's inauguration, Unrequited love, Traitor, Female college students' dormitory, Loess Plateau!"

"Xuemin, take a look. Are these the only few articles? Is that ok?"

Li Shuguang and Cheng Xuemin summarized it. It would have been fine if they hadn't summarized it, but now that I haven't said it yet, the whole audience is dumbfounded.

How many articles?

Six articles!
Oh my god, at this award ceremony, Cheng Xuemin, the pioneer of reform and opening up, was definitely the most popular one.

To know!
Well-known veteran writers like Liu Xinwu who is present here barely won one award in this first national award selection.

The others are all similar, basically only one manuscript was selected and won the award!
But not like Cheng Xuemin, who had won six articles so horribly. "Lao Li, Xuemin, you are all here?"

After this wave of shock passed, Cheng Xuemin also stayed in the organizing office for a while. Just then, Old Pan from the art group came in and saw Li Shuguang and Cheng Xuemin were there, so he greeted them.

"Old Li, this is the case. Xuemin just handed over the last five volumes of the comic book Romance of the Three Kingdoms!"

"There are no problems with my first and second reviews. Please take a look at the final review. The quality of the manuscript is the same as the previous few volumes, and it has even improved!"

Old Pan came over with five picture books. Without waiting for Li Shuguang to say anything, he threw the picture books in front of him and continued speaking.

"Huh? Xuemin, did you finish the last five volumes of Romance of the Three Kingdoms in one go?"

Li Shuguang was surprised again when he heard this, and looked at Cheng Xuemin and asked a question.

"It's finished. I also drew a little when I was on the front line before!" Cheng Xuemin nodded and replied.

"Is this a comic book of Romance of the Three Kingdoms? Did you draw it, Xuemin?" Liu Xinwu, who was standing next to him, took one and started flipping through it, and asked with a look of surprise on his face.

Qin Chuan from the People's Daily was also very confused. He took the book from Li Shuguang and opened it. After seeing the delicate and lifelike comic strip inside, he couldn't help but ask in surprise: "A comic book of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms"? Xuemin, you can even draw this?"

"Teacher Liu and Teacher Qin, I know a little bit, a little bit!"

Old Pan actually brought all these comic books with him, instantly making Cheng Xuemin the focus again.

"No way! My grandson has been so engrossed in reading the comic book of Romance of the Three Kingdoms these days. Was it drawn by you, Xuemin?"

"It's the same with my son. He doesn't even watch TV anymore. He's reading comic books instead. But he's reading Journey to the West, not Romance of the Three Kingdoms!"

"Okay, okay, Xuemin, your painting is so good. Lao Pan, do you have more? I'll borrow two copies and take them home to show them too!"

"That Lao Qin, in fact, Journey to the West was also painted by Xuemin!"

……

At noon, Renwen Press hosted a lunch. Cheng Xuemin accompanied Zhang Guangnian and others, and had a simple meal and exchanged ideas with several award-winning authors and editors from other places.

Cheng Xuemin waited for half the afternoon, but he didn't see Lu Yao and others from Yanhe Literature coming to report, so he didn't wait any longer.

He said hello to Li Shuguang and others, and asked them to help tell Cheng Xuemin's home address if anyone from his hometown came over.

He let Lu Yao and the others find the place themselves, and he took the royalties from the comic book of Romance of the Three Kingdoms and went home to tell his wife the good news.

The royalties this time are very considerable, which will definitely satisfy Feng Jiayou and help Cheng Xuemin vent his anger.

Cheng Xuemin has been holding back since he went south to the front line in March. Even though he has been back for almost half a month, Feng Jiayou has just given birth to a child and is still in confinement.

I felt sorry for the woman some time ago, so I never had that thought, not even the desire to talk about it.

But today, half a month has passed, and Feng Jiayou's energy has recovered, so it should be no problem for him to satisfy his craving for food.

"Xuemin actually went south to the front line to offer condolences? I wonder if he has returned by now?"

The train from northern Shaanxi slowly pulled into Yanjing Station. Lu Yao, who was preparing to get off the train, and Hu Cai, who were also traveling with her, spoke to Mo Shen.

This time, two authors from Yanhe Literature won awards, one was Jia Aoping and the other was Mo Shen.

However, Jia Aoping's winning manuscript was published in the same way as Liu Xinwu's in that it was published in Shanghai Literature and Art before he returned to the city to arrange work, so the result was counted in Shanghai Literature and Art, not in Yanhe Literature.

In addition, Mo Shen’s manuscripts were published in Yanhe Literature, and he is their local award-winning writer.

Therefore, together with Cheng Xuemin's "Loess Plateau", their "Yanhe Literature" also won two awards this time.

"Let's report to the Humanities Society first. If Xuemin has come back, he should have reported there already!"

"If he hasn't come back, we can go over there and ask about him!" The editor-in-chief Hu Cai nodded and signaled everyone to report to Renwen Press.

Their subsequent accommodation arrangements were also made by Renwenshe, so they would definitely go straight to Renwenshe as soon as they got off the train.

"Yes, let's go to Renwenshe first. I'm not sure if they have finished get off work when we rush over there." Jia Aoping said as he helped to move the luggage down from the luggage rack.

"Even if we're off work, there should be someone on duty to receive us, right? After all, we're not the only family coming here from out of town!"

Hu Cai and the others also helped to receive the gifts and replied.

"Yanjing! Old Hu, you guys haven't been here for more than ten years, right?"

After leaving Yanjing Railway Station, Lu Yao couldn't help but sigh a few times as she looked at the familiar street scenes.

The last time Lu Yao came to Yanjing was in 1965. He was only 17 years old that year. He was a youth representative at the time and came to Yanjing to attend the grand ceremony.

"As for me! Apart from the time I came here to report last year, I haven't been to Yanjing for fifteen years!"

The old editor-in-chief Hu Cai also said quietly that he had come once as the person in charge to report on the resumption of Yanhe Literature last year.

Going further ahead, it was the time before he was below.

"Lao Hu, Lao Lu, Lao Mo, I found out. You can take bus No. 3 to Renwenshe and arrive directly without changing buses!"

"The bus stop is over there!"

Jia Aoping, who had gone to inquire about which bus to take to report to Renwen Press, ran back sweating profusely and reported to Hu Cai and the others, while pointing in a direction.

"No. 3, right? That's the same bus that goes to the ministry!" Hu Cai nodded. He came to Yanjing once last year to report to the ministry and took the No. 3 bus.

Following closely was a group of four people, dragging their luggage towards the bus stop.

When Hu Cailu, Yao and their group arrived at Renwenshe, Cheng Xuemin had just arrived home.

"Xuemin, what's going on?"

Seeing Cheng Xuemin pushing the cart in, Feng Jiayou, who was waiting at home, asked happily.

There has been no royalties for several months, and the family is now out of pocket. Feng Jiayou is getting anxious and hungry.

Today, when I learned that her husband was working on a humanities and social media post, how could I not be looking forward to it?

"Wife, I got the manuscript fee slip back. Guess how much it is?"

……

Asking for a monthly ticket!
(End of this chapter)