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Chapter 8, Hunting and Royalties
Two days have passed since Du Jianping and Li Dongwu came to the house to get question sets and reference books. The daytime is getting hotter and hotter. The rising temperature means that summer is really coming.

Dahonggou Village is located in the north and has a temperate continental monsoon climate, characterized by distinct four seasons, short and cool summers, and long and cold winters.

Today, Wang Duoyu was dragged into the mountains by his eighth sister Wang Meifeng and other siblings to pick mushrooms. At this time in May, they mainly picked straw mushrooms, ant mushrooms, etc., which are all very good seasonal foods.

Bang!
"Oh no, missed again," Wang Duoyu said with regret as he watched the deer disappear in front of him. Not far away, the tenth brother, Wang Duoshi, curled his lips and complained to his eighth sister, "Eighth sister, look at my brother. His hunting skills are hopeless. He didn't do well on the exams, he can't hunt, and he's divorced Sister-in-law. How is he going to live from now on?"

Ever since Wang Duoyu divorced Chen Qingwan on May 1st Labor Day, all of Wang's brothers and sisters have been pessimistic about his future. There are few college students in the entire Qingshan Township, and he actually divorced a college student. He is really hopeless.

Although Wang Duoyu has registered for this year's college entrance examination, and has been staying at home every day recently, not earning work points, and not going into the mountains to hunt, it seems that he has really just laid down and become a lazy person.

The entire Dahonggou Village, including Wang Duoshi and other members of the Wang family, did not believe that Wang Duoyu could be admitted to university. It seemed that they had already determined that the Wang family did not have that destiny, that the location of the ancestral grave was not chosen well, and that Wenquxing would not come to the Wang family.

However, the eighth sister Wang Meifeng still had some confidence in her brother, so she couldn't help but slap the tenth brother on the back of the head:

"Come on, forget it. You yourself are not cut out for studying, so why do you think your ninth brother is not cut out for it? Just because you failed last year doesn't mean you won't be able to do it this year. Speak less, no one will think you are dumb. Old Nine, don't worry about it. Believe in yourself, you will definitely be able to get into university."

Wang Duoyu shook his head and smiled, not paying much attention to it. To be honest, the person with the most say-so is someone else's business, and what others say is their business. He would not let these rumors affect his mood.

If it weren't for his eighth sister pulling him out, and if he hadn't stayed at home for several days and it was time to go out and relax, he would not have gone into the mountains to pick mushrooms today.

Hunting certainly attracted him, because in his previous life, it was impossible to see a gun, but in today's society, although guns are not very common, they can definitely be touched.

For most men, it is very normal to be unable to move their legs once they see a gun. Although Wang Duoyu does not like guns that much, it would still be a nice thing if he could touch one.

However, it turns out that his gun shooting skills are just at the level of an ordinary person. Even though this body is very strong, he has never touched a gun in his previous life. Judging from the quality of this body after traveling through time, it is really average.

However, with a lot of practice with firearms and a sensitivity to mathematics and physics, it is very easy to improve your shooting skills, at least much faster than other ordinary people.

After wandering around in the mountains, Wang Duoyu didn't catch any prey. Either his shooting skills were inaccurate, or the prey ran away before he could even stand still.

He did pick up some straw mushrooms and ant mushrooms, not much, just over three pounds, enough for him to eat for a day or two.

As the sun sets, the beautiful sunset falls on Wang Duoyu and her siblings. The group walks towards home, chatting and laughing.

Wang Duoyu's own home was closer to the foot of the mountain, while his eldest brother and other siblings lived at the entrance of the village. This was because Wang Duoyu's house was built years ago, before he and Chen Qingwan married. Although Dahonggou Village seemed to have a lot of available residential land, in fact, a lot of it was wasteland. In the end, they had no choice but to build their house at the foot of the mountain, near several neighbors in the village. So Wang Duoyu arrived home first, but he was cleaning straw mushrooms and preparing to cook dinner when his eighth sister and others all came to his house, along with Sun Shouyi, the Qingshan Township postal courier. Almost in the blink of an eye, they surrounded his small courtyard.

"Duoyu, are you a writer now? Here, sign this. I came here this morning, but I heard you weren't at home. Can you check what's written in the letter? Maybe you are the first writer in our village."

Sun Shouyi was quite optimistic and seemed to have some confidence in Wang Duoyu, because when he was young, he also wrote letters to magazines to submit his manuscripts, but the replies were all rejections. The thickness of the rejection letters and the thickness of the published letters were completely different things, but he remembered these things very well.

The two letters in his hands were very thin. Sun Shouyi guessed that Wang Duoyu's manuscript had been approved by "People's Literature" and should be published, so he delivered them to his door personally.

"How is this possible? Wang Duoyu, a college entrance examination failure, wrote an article that was recognized?"

Liu Guihua was the first to express disbelief, and the other villagers also didn't believe it. Even Wang Duoshi and several other members of the Wang family didn't quite believe it.

While people around him were whispering and curious, Wang Duoyu had already thanked Sun Shouyi. At the urging of his eighth sister Wang Meifeng, he tore open the letter directly, which resulted in his eighth sister's scolding and asking, "Why did you tear it up?"

"Eighth sister, do you think you can still use this envelope if you don't tear it up?" Wang Duoyu responded with a smile. He quickly took out two pieces of paper, one was a letter, and the other was a remittance slip for royalties.

Sharp-eyed Wang Meifeng had already seen the remittance slip for the royalties. Before she could ask, Sun Shouyi, who was standing next to her, exclaimed, "Is this the remittance slip for the royalties? Duoyu, have you really become a writer?"

hiss!
The surrounding villagers took a deep breath, and Wang Duoshi, the younger brother, looked at his ninth brother in surprise with a wonderful expression. The same was true for Liu Guihua and several other villagers who were not optimistic about Wang Duoyu.

The word "writer" still carries a lot of weight in Dahonggou Village. It is May of 1978, not two years ago. Everyone knows that things are different now. Being a writer is not a bad thing, but a good thing.

What's more, intellectuals have always held a very important position in rural areas. Although some illiterate people do not respect intellectuals, they are a minority after all.

"Yes, this is the remittance slip for the manuscript fee. It's not much, only thirty-three yuan."

Wang Duoyu said this with a smile, and the villagers were immediately even more surprised. Thirty-three yuan is not a lot of money, right?

His eighth sister patted him lightly in annoyance, and his two younger sisters jumped up and down to cheer. His third brother and his wife, his sixth sister-in-law Du Xiaoju, his seventh sister-in-law Li Yulian, and his nephews and nieces who had just rushed over to watch the fun all exclaimed in surprise.

"This must be a scam. It's not like they're giving money directly," Liang Jinfa said sarcastically out of envy and jealousy. His words were agreed by some villagers such as Liu Guihua, and also successfully aroused the dissatisfaction of the Wang family.

(End of this chapter)