Entertainment and culture in those days started with cultural propaganda teams.

After Xu Yang finished breakfast, Liu Xiaoli packed up the lunchbox.

"Comrade Xu Yang, please rest well in the hospital. I'm going to work now. I'll bring you lunch."

"Take this money. If you need anything, just go to the supply and marketing cooperative across from the hospital." With that, Liu Xiaoli stuffed a hand-sewn wallet into Xu Yang's hand.

"Sister Xiaoli, I'm so sorry..." Xu Yang declined.

The wallet felt quite thick; there was probably a lot of money inside.

Having just arrived and being penniless, I definitely needed some money to tide me over.

How many people must be jealous of someone who lives off his mother's money?

"Since you're calling me 'sister,' you should definitely take it. Consider it pocket money from your 'sister'," Liu Xiaoli said generously, her voice carrying a hint of her Northeastern accent.

"Okay, then I'll shamelessly accept it. I'll repay Sister Xiaoli properly when I make money in the future," Xu Yang said happily to himself.

"Okay, I'll be going now. See you at noon." Liu Xiaoli waved to Xu Yang with a happy smile on her face.

After watching her leave, Xu Yang picked up the newspaper, intending to gather some information about this era.

Before he traveled through time, his understanding of this era was pieced together from the internet, which was not as direct as the newspapers of this era.

It took Xu Yang an hour and a half to go through all the newspapers Liu Xiaoli had brought and learn a lot about them.

After putting away the newspaper, Xu Yang stretched his body before sitting down again.

Using a bedside table in the hospital room as a desk is indeed uncomfortable, but he has no choice but to make do with it.

In broad daylight, he couldn't very well lock the door and hide in his personal quarters.

He wrote the title "The Horseman" in his notebook instead of the original title "Spirit and Flesh".

Because he planned to copy the script of "The Herdsman" after submitting his manuscript, and then submit it to various film studios.

"Time travel is really strange. Even my handwriting is better than before. It's almost as good as a printer."

Xu Yang muttered to himself, extremely satisfied with the regular script he had written.

He studied penmanship for five years when he was young, and his regular script is quite good.

Having good handwriting can earn you a lot of points and increase your chances of getting your work approved.

Xu Yang wrote very quickly, since he was copying what he had memorized and didn't need to think at all.

He had to stop writing halfway through.

There was nothing I could do; my pen was out of ink.

After stretching his slightly sore wrists, Xu Yang took out the purse that Liu Xiaoli had given him.

"It smells really good!" Xu Yang grinned, looking smug.

Upon opening it, I found some tickets in addition to the money.

He knew that at this time, money alone was not enough; various tickets were also needed to buy things.

He counted the money; it was 86 yuan in cash, which was more than two months' wages for an average worker.

Besides the money, there were also more than a dozen receipts of various types.

There were several types of coupons, such as cloth coupons, shoe coupons, rice coupons, and meat coupons.

Xu Yang found the ink ticket he needed and went straight out.

There's a supply and marketing cooperative right across the street from the hospital, and it's quite lively there.

Xu Yang sneaked into the supply and marketing cooperative while wearing a hospital gown, immediately attracting the attention of many middle-aged women and young girls.

There's no way around it, being handsome comes with its own set of problems.

Before he transmigrated, his troubles were relatively minor, but now they have been magnified many times over.

Those supply and marketing cooperative staff who weren't very friendly to ordinary customers would unconsciously smile when they saw Xu Yang.

He successfully bought the ink and also picked up some snacks.

It wasn't that he was greedy; rather, he found himself getting hungry very easily and needed to replenish his energy.

Carrying his things back to the ward, Xu Yang sat down at his desk and began writing again.

Before we knew it, it was almost noon.

After writing the last punctuation mark, Xu Yang put down his pen, stretched his wrist, and then stood up and twisted his waist.

Just a short while later, the bright and cheerful Liu Xiaoli came in carrying a lunchbox.

"You must be starving, come and eat." Liu Xiaoli put the lunchbox on the bedside table and glanced at it a little embarrassedly.

She had originally planned to come earlier, but something came up and she was delayed.

"It's alright, I bought some food, so I didn't deprive myself," Xu Yang grinned.

"That's good, hurry up and eat." Liu Xiaoli opened the lid of one of the lunch boxes, preparing to hand it to Xu Yang.

Just then, her gaze fell on the notebook she had given to Xu Yang that morning.

Looking at the calligraphy written in a style that looked like it had been printed, I asked curiously, "May I take a look?"

"Of course, it's written for everyone to see, so you can give me some feedback." Xu Yang generously pushed the notebook over and picked up his lunchbox.

Liu Xiaoli carefully picked up the red notebook, her gaze falling on the title—"The Horse Herder".

"The name is quite unique," she said softly, and then began to read it aloud from the beginning.

The ward fell silent, save for the occasional soft noises Xu Yang made while eating.

Liu Xiaoli read very slowly, her slender fingers occasionally stroking the edges of the pages, completely immersed in the world of the story.

Xu Yang secretly observed her reaction while eating.

He noticed that her brows sometimes relaxed and sometimes furrowed slightly.

I noticed that she turned the pages more and more slowly, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and when she read the plot twist, she unconsciously bit her lower lip.

After Xu Ye finished eating and understood everything, Liu Xiaoli turned to the last page.

She slowly closed her notebook, looked up, and her eyes shone brightly, with a thin layer of water glistening in them.

"Comrade Xu Yang..." Her voice trembled slightly.

"This...this really is something you wrote?"

"Well, what do you think?" Xu Yang asked shamelessly.

"That's wonderful, that's absolutely wonderful!" Liu Xiaoli exclaimed repeatedly, her voice trembling with excitement.

"The character of Xu Lingjun, his fate, his choices—I was moved by him from the very first chapter. To give up wealth and status abroad and return to the grasslands—that takes immense courage and love for the land!"

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, but her voice still betrayed her barely contained excitement: "How can someone as talented as you be doing odd jobs in an arts propaganda team? If this article were published, it would definitely cause a sensation! You should go to the Writers' Association and become a real writer!"

Xu Yang was amused by her excited expression, and felt a warm glow in his heart.

To be recognized by such a beautiful girl is truly a wonderful thing; it greatly satisfies my vanity.

He said somewhat modestly, "It seems I'm not bad at making up stories. I should be able to move readers and earn some living expenses from this."

Liu Xiaoli's eyes showed a hint of admiration as she said gently, "That's great! My third uncle knows the editors-in-chief of People's Literature and October. You can submit your work to them; they'll definitely accept it."

Just then, a voice drifted in from outside.

"What do you mean by submitting an article? Have you written something good? Let me see."

As she spoke, He Hui led a man into the ward.