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Chapter 71 "My Brother is a Writer 20" (Please read!)

Old Wei's words made Xu Shufen very shy. She was doing needlework and hit Old Wei lightly a few times.

"What can you write? Aren't you ashamed~"

"That's nothing. Let me tell you two. At that time, I was digging out bird nests on a tree, and your grandmother came to me and asked me if I wanted a wife. At that time, your uncle went to school in the county town, and there was no one to play with me. I thought, just give it to me and I'll take it..."

The mother's face became redder and redder, but she did not stop Wei Jiefang. Those years were her best memories.

She didn't know what love was. She only knew that she had married a good man who would never let her go hungry as long as he had something to eat.

She only knew that she had given birth to such a wonderful pair of children. Although her son was not good at school, he was a literary genius, and her daughter was always top of the grade. She didn't have to worry at all.

As Lao Wei told the story, Wei Ming suddenly knew what his next novel would be about.

It’s just that their love story alone is a bit monotonous, and he thinks it could be enhanced with some other popular elements.

For example, the male protagonist is an old rightist, and his father lives overseas and is extremely rich. His father suddenly comes back to find him, wants to take him to live abroad, and leaves billions of assets for him to inherit.

That night, Wei Ming wrote a new title on the letter paper.

I’ve written about a donkey, a cow, and a duck, so this time I’ll just write about a horse.

The moon on the 16th is very round, which can best evoke the longing for relatives far away. I wonder if those overseas Chinese are also missing their relatives left in the motherland at this moment.

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Early the next morning, Lao Wei brought a horse-drawn carriage, ready to take his son to the station and his daughter to school.

Wei Ming smiled and said, "I'm not afraid that Zhao Chun will say that you are using public resources for personal gain."

Old Wei snorted, "Today is the first day of high school. There are many students in the village. If I don't send them off, who will? If Zhao Chunlai doesn't like it, just let his eldest daughter walk to the county town."

Although the brigade also has tractors, those are obviously more useful, while mules and horses are cheaper.

Old Wei drove around the village. There were five or six students in the car, including Zhao Zhaodi.

Wei Hong chattered and recited Wei Ming's poems to everyone, and said that they could be used when writing essays.

The word "ideal" is very likely to appear in high school essays. Even if the topic is not this, it is okay to mention it for a few words.

"Wei Hong, please speak slower. I can't remember." Some smart students have already started taking notes.

Wei Hong took out her notebook proudly and said, "Copy it yourself and return it to me at school."

As soon as they entered the city, they reached the county school. Wei Jiefang first dropped off the students and then sent his son away.

As a result, before Wei Hong and the others left, they saw a young man wearing glasses speeding up on his bicycle and stopping next to them.

"Xiao Ming, is that Xiao Ming?"

Everyone called out "Teacher Zang" in unison.

Zang Kefu is Wei Hong and her classmates' homeroom teacher, and also Wei Ming's Chinese teacher.

Teacher Zang looked at Wei Ming, whom he hadn't seen for more than two months, and then performed some adult etiquette with him.

He held Wei Ming's hand and said, "Welcome back to your alma mater. Come in and have a seat. The principal and director have missed you very much!"

Wei Ming smiled and said, "Teacher Zang, I miss you too, but time waits for no one. We have to catch the bus, so let's just talk here for a while."

"Oh, that's a pity, but I've read your novel in Wenhui Daily. After reading Wei Hong's essay, I thought you focused on children's literature. I didn't expect you to write such a brilliant piece of reform literature!"

"Ah, composition? What composition?"

"It's 'My Brother is a Writer'," Teacher Zang said, looking at Wei Hong, "Student Wei Hong, your understanding of your brother is still not comprehensive enough. Please write another article later."

Wei Hong nodded vigorously. She had long been eager to write the newly upgraded "My Brother is a Writer 2.0"!

"By the way, Xiao Ming, have you really been to the Magic City?"

"Yeah, I stayed there for a few days."

"No wonder it's written so immersive, but why did he go there? It's so far away?" Zang Ke was a little curious, because Wei Hong wrote in her composition that her brother's main job was to protect the safety of all teachers and students at Peking University.

Wei Ming: "I submitted a novella to Harvest and was asked to revise it."

"Harvest!" Teacher Zang stuttered, his face full of disbelief. To be honest, as a Chinese teacher, he had submitted manuscripts, but at most he had submitted them to local newspapers in Hebei, and even then, nine out of ten times he failed.

He felt that he could only consider provincial literary magazines such as Hebei Literature after he had gained a certain level of ability.

And his own students have actually been recognized by "Harvest", the most prestigious journal in the literary world!

"Well, have you met Ba Lao?" Teacher Zang asked with some excitement that could not be concealed.

Wei Ming: "Yes, he did. He even gave me a signed novel."

The other students also looked over in shock. Was it the Ba Lao from Lu, Guo, Mao, Ba, Lao, Cao? !
Wei Hong was also shocked. Why didn’t you tell me about this? Brother, you are too low-key!
After checking the time, it was almost time. Before leaving, Wei Ming told Lao Zang, "I brought some study materials and test papers from famous schools in Haidian for Xiaohong. Teacher Zang, you and other teachers can take a look at them. If you find them useful, share them with your classmates."

"Oh, this, this is great!" Zang Kefu once again tightly held Wei Ming's hand, "I didn't expect that you still care about your alma mater in your heart. It's really thoughtful!"

Wei Hong also enjoyed the grateful looks from her classmates, and she was afraid that she would be able to walk sideways in the future.

Wei Ming had told her about this issue last night. With her grades, her classmates would not pose any threat to her at all. Her real opponents were the top students from across the province, namely students from Shijiazhuang No. 1 and No. 2 Middle Schools, Xinzhong Middle School and Wuyi Middle School.

After saying this, Wei Ming said goodbye to Teacher Zang and others and got on his father's carriage.

It was not until the carriage turned a corner that Teacher Zang retracted his gaze and said to Wei Hong, "There is no limit to the number of words in the composition. I will post it for you when you are done."

Wei Hong's lips curled up. Now her desire to create was almost unsuppressible.

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Wei Jiefang watched the bus to Hengzhou leave before driving back to the village.

On the way, he went to the next commune where there was a brick factory. He wanted to order a batch of bricks to build the west house. Since it was for his son to live in, he had to build it well.

Then there is wood, which can be obtained in the village.

Wei Jiefang returned to the village around noon. When he entered the village, he met a car. His carriage was in front and the car was behind.

The road was too narrow, so the sedan could only follow at a slow speed. Once it entered the village, the carriage was immediately overtaken.

Looking at the car leaving quickly, Wei Jiefang thought to himself, compared with the car, the motorcycle is nothing, and he didn't know if he would have the chance to drive a car in this life.

However, after a while, the car drove around the village and stopped in front of his house.

A middle-aged man wearing glasses got off the bus and asked, "Excuse me, is this Comrade Wei Ming's home?"

"Yes, who are you?" Wei Jiefang and Xu Shufen came out together.

Just as the middle-aged man was about to speak, another person clumsily jumped out from the other side of the car. It turned out to be Accountant Jia from the village.

He said excitedly: "Brother Jiefang, this is Comrade Wang Shunchen, the deputy commissioner in charge of culture and education in Hengzhou!"

Xu Shufen asked quietly, "What kind of position is a deputy commissioner?"

Wei Jiefang whispered back: "If Jia Saner can call me brother, I must be a higher official than the county director."

Then Old Wei said with a smile: "Comrade Commissioner, you came at an unfortunate time. My son has already left. What do you want to see him about?"

"Gone? Oh, that's a shame. Actually, I didn't come here for anything special. I just passed by Hengheli and wanted to meet Comrade Wei Ming, this young hero. It's a pity that we didn't get to meet him."

Accountant Jia asked hurriedly: "Do you want to bring him back now?"

Wei Jiefang and Commissioner Wang frowned at the same time. Commissioner Wang waved his hand and said, "We will meet again if we are destined to. Brother and sister, we will not disturb you anymore."

Wei Jiefang frowned even deeper. Am I old?

As soon as Commissioner Wang left, Accountant Jia continued to surround Wei Jiefang and call him brother. This time he truly saw how powerful Wei Ming was now.

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In fact, he doesn't have much ability, he just has some fame.

In order to avoid feeling lonely during the journey, Wei Ming bought several newspapers at the bus station. When he opened a copy of Guangming X Newspaper, he unexpectedly saw a comment about The Duck Prophet on the third page.

Renri and Guangming, two top newspaper companies, both reported on his novel!

Although this novel is mainly used to encourage unemployed young people to find their own way out, the circulation of Wenhui Daily + China Youth Daily + Guangming X Newspaper + People's X Newspaper, as well as several tabloids, is estimated to be over 10 million, covering tens of millions of readers!

With such a huge amount of traffic, Wei Ming had a feeling that he might become famous!

(End of this chapter)