I rely on talking to brush the copy

The day when I received the notice of rejection of the manuscript happened to be Le Jing's twenty-second day at Li Tingfang's house.

Although he was very confident in his article, Le Jing couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the receipt for the royalties.

With these fifteen yuan, there is no place in this vast world that he can't go to? Fengtian City is still too small.

"Brother! Is this a reply from the editor to you? What does it say?" Li Shuran looked expectantly, but was frustrated to find that she could hardly understand a word.

"My manuscript has been approved. Editor Zhao said that it will be published tomorrow. Three thousand words a day and it will be published in five days." Le Jing raised the manuscript fee receipt and said with a smile: "This is what the editor sent me. Just take it." If you go to the post office with this, you can get the manuscript fee of fifteen yuan."

Fifteen yuan? !

Li Shuran can be considered a lady, but fifteen yuan is not a small amount for her. Although she had no worries about food in the house, the Wang family would not give her money - as for the legendary dowry of her biological mother, she had never seen it since she was sensible.

Li Shuran knew that the most favored maid beside the wife in the mansion only earned four yuan a month. But now my brother can earn fifteen yuan just by writing one article!

She couldn't help but look at the thin piece of paper with awe, and murmured: "If father knew that you are so good, brother, he would definitely regret treating you like that..."

Le Jing smiled disapprovingly. He didn't care what Li Tingye thought, but since Li Shuran mentioned it now, it was just right to talk about the matter that Le Jing had been thinking about for a long time.

Le Jing bent down and looked directly into Li Shuran's eyes, "Shuran, let's leave Fengtian City and go to Peiping? Then my brother can make money by writing manuscripts, and you can also go to a special girls' school."

Li Shuran was stunned.

Although she had guessed that her brother would leave the Li family and start his own business, she never expected that his brother would want to leave Fengtian and go to Peking! Peiping was where the emperor lived. It was far away from Fengtian. They had no relatives or friends there. What if they met bad people?

Li Shuran was timid, but when she met her elder brother's gentle and Hexi eyes, she couldn't say a word of rejection. Finally, she put away her worries and nodded with a smile, "Wherever my brother goes, I will follow him."

Even if she is illiterate, she knows that her brother is a man, and men and women are inherently different. A man should go out and try his best to make a career. If my mother was still alive, she must have thought so. Therefore, she cannot be a burden to her brother. As a sister, the only thing she can do is to support all his decisions.

and……

Li Shuran felt warm in her heart when she thought of the receipt slip representing fifteen yuan.

And... with my brother's talents, maybe, phew, he will definitely be able to make a career in Peking!

Le Jing looked at Li Shuran, who was smiling as if nothing had happened, and was silent for a few seconds. Finally, he patted her on the shoulder and smiled too.

No one dislikes such a pure heart.

It’s not bad to have a sister

…

Having the payment receipt does not mean that Le Jing will definitely receive the payment, because he is still missing the most important thing - identity and household registration.

Although many people in the Republic of China may never use the household registration in their lifetime, Le Jing still needs the household registration if he wants to go to the post office to collect his manuscript fees. Li Jingran's identity and household registration are of course kept in the Li family, so Le Jing is now a "black household". But this is not a difficult matter to solve. Le Jing can find someone to pick it up on his behalf, and he has already chosen the person, which is his servant.

Touching the bright fifteen silver coins that the boy brought back, and listening to the crisp sound of the silver coins, Le Jing was in a good mood. In this way, he could formally bid farewell to Li Tingfang.

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"Has Jingran submitted an article to Fengtian Miscellaneous News?" Li Tingfang heard the good news from the housekeeper as soon as he came back.

"Yes, Defu said the manuscript fee is a full fifteen yuan." The housekeeper was also very happy, because with the money, Li Jingran could leave here. In the past twenty days or so since my master has been sheltering Li Jingran, I don’t know how unpleasant the comments on the street have been.

What about Li Jingran being lawless, disobeying his parents at home, and abusing his younger siblings, relying on the support of the patriarch Li Tingfang? What about Li Tingfang disregarding human ethics, taking away his fiancée, and ruining his niece's innocence... All these rumors really made the housekeeper angry, and he felt really sad in his heart. He hated Li Tingye and Wang's couple, and his master laughed it off, but he wished he could kill the couple with his own hands!

Although Li Tingfang had always been biased against "Fengtian Miscellaneous News", he still trusted Li Jingran's character and felt that this kid would not write those messy things, so he made up his mind that when the work was published, he would also I need to buy a few newspapers and take a closer look at Li Jingran’s masterpieces.

Before Li Tingfang could say anything, he heard the announcement from the waiter outside the door, saying that Li Jingran wanted to see him.

Li Tingfang's heart skipped a beat, and he had a vague premonition. He saw the young man wearing a green shirt walking towards him with firm steps and as tall as a pine tree. When he met those bright and firm black eyes like cold stars, the vague premonition in Li Tingye's heart became clearer and clearer.

Sure enough, after a few words of greeting, Li Jingran said goodbye to him. The young man's eyes were clear and his words were sincere: "My uncle has helped my brothers and sisters a lot these days. I can only repay my uncle's kindness in the future. Now that I have enough expenses, it's time to leave."

Li Tingfang nodded clearly and asked, "What are your plans next?"

Le Jing replied: "I plan to take my little sister to Beijing to try my hand at gambling."

Li Tingfang nodded first and then frowned: "Not to mention that you haven't completed your studies, but your father will never give up."

"I can continue my studies in Peking. As for my father..." Le Jing raised his eyebrows and smiled calmly, with a sly look in his eyes: "I plan to publish a "Farewell to Father" in the newspaper and tell everyone sincerely: Now the country is in crisis Head, China is in danger, so I can only leave my small family to take care of everyone, leave my father and mother, and go out to study. Although my sister is young, she has the ambition to be a woman. Now that the country is not at peace, she really has no intention of getting married, so she can only ask her fiancé. Choose another virtuous woman.”

Le Jing considered publishing in the newspaper to break away from the father-son relationship with Li Tingye. There was no doubt that this idea was very tempting, but after thinking about it for a long time, Le Jing had no choice but to give up the idea.

China has been a filial society since ancient times. In the early days when the emperor was still alive, just one label of being unfilial could cause officials to lose their jobs and even be imprisoned. Although it is the Republic of China and the emperor is gone, there are also some self-progressive new young people who have published in newspapers to break with backward feudal families, but most people are still full of contempt for this kind of behavior.

Thousands of years of Confucian thought have already engraved the word filial piety into the cultural bloodline of China. An unfilial person who abandons his parents is despised by the entire cultural class. If Le Jing still wants to develop in the literary world, he must not do such "heavy and unethical things."

Li Tingfang was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "Miao Miao Miao! I'm afraid your father will have to support you now."

Once the big label of patriotism comes out, Li Tingye not only cannot stop it, but also needs to show his great support. Although he was broad-minded and didn't pay much attention to the rumors spread on the street, he was quite happy to see Li Tingye was so deflated that he could only knock out his teeth and swallow it.

So he took the initiative and said: "Since you want to study abroad, how can your family not provide you with the expenses? This matter will be decided by my uncle. I will provide you with enough expenses from your father!"

Le Jing blinked, this was an unexpected surprise. He bowed his hands to Li Tingfang gratefully and said, "My nephew thanks my uncle right here."

"I know a few people in Dajiang Evening News, and your "Farewell to My Father" will be published there." Li Tingfang said with a smile: "You should finish your "Farewell to My Father" as soon as possible, and I will take you to see you after it is published in the newspaper. Father, give him a blow first and then show him off."

Le Jing smiled and nodded in agreement.

Four days later.

As night fell, Zhao Xiaosong sat on a chair and felt happy thinking about the newspaper office's rising newspaper sales in the past few days. Their newspaper only prints 10,000 copies on weekdays, but since the serialization of "Fengtian Secret Room Murder Incident", sales have continued to rise. Today, the fourth issue of "Fengtian Secret Room Murder Incident" has sold 20,000 copies! The night watchman had single-handedly doubled the sales of their newspaper. How could this make him unhappy?

The editor asked: "Editor, how many copies of our newspaper will be printed tomorrow? I can tell the people at the printing factory."

Zhao Xiaosong gritted his teeth: "Let them print 30,000 copies!"

The editor was surprised: "Is this... too much?" If it doesn't sell, it will all be lost. It's a big loss for tabloids like them.

"Don't worry, I know it in my heart. Tomorrow will be the finale of "Fengtian Secret Room Murder Incident", and there will definitely be more people buying it." Zhao Xiaosong said, while rapidly thinking in his mind whether he should find a chance to visit Li Mansion. one time?

The night watchman had been silent since he answered his letter, which really made him restless. If you can turn this cash cow into a captive writer for their newspaper, then why worry about their newspaper not being happy?

He made up his mind to visit Mr. Li tomorrow and make sure to invite the night watchman out!

…

In the morning, the street was filled with milky white mist, and the clear voice of the newsboy selling newspapers could be heard on the street; "Selling newspapers, selling newspapers, "Fengtian Miscellaneous News" only costs two copper coins!"

"Newsboy, please give me a newspaper." Wang Zhengbai poked his head out of the teahouse window, took out two coins from his purse and handed them to the newsboy. Then he couldn't wait to find the fourth page and started to look at it eagerly.

Before, he would have disdained to read this kind of tabloid. A few days ago, I heard from a friend that Li Jingran had published an article in "Fengtian Miscellaneous News". He bought a copy out of curiosity, and then he was completely fascinated.

The story of "Fengtian Secret Room Murder Incident" is so exquisite! He thought hard and couldn't figure out how the murderer entered the warehouse and killed Mr. Wang. In the past few days, he has been obsessed with this story. He has been thinking about tea and food every day, and he has been thinking about who the murderer is. He went to his friend to ask about Li Jingran, but that boy had already gone on a study tour! When asked where he had been, the old man Li Tingfang didn't say anything, but he was so angry!

In yesterday's new issue of the newspaper, the protagonist ** identified the palace steward as the murderer, which surprised and puzzled him. The butler entered the room with his friends. Mr. Wang had just died at that time, so it was really impossible for the butler to commit the crime. Could it be that guy Li Jingran randomly pointed out the murderer just for the sake of the ending? If that were the case, he would be sick to death.

So early this morning, he bought the latest issue of the newspaper. He wanted to see what kind of explanation Li Jingran could come up with! If this explanation was too far-fetched, he... couldn't do anything to Li Jingran.

Wang Zhengbai read every word eagerly, his brows slowly relaxed. When he saw the final reasoning made by **, he suddenly realized and couldn't help but exclaimed: "That's it! It's like this! What a coincidence this housekeeper is. thought!"

The voice was too loud, attracting a lot of attention from the surroundings, and he smiled embarrassedly.

"Brother, are you also reading "The Fengtian Secret Chamber Murder Case"?

Wang Zhengbai glanced at the newspaper in the man's hand, and suddenly realized: "Brother, are you too?"

The man immediately answered excitedly: "That's right. To be honest, I have been racking my brains these days to think about the real murderer and his criminal methods..." He shook his head and smiled bitterly: "But I didn't expect that this method is so simple and... unexpected. I don't know who the author is. Such a wonderful idea is really amazing!"

This criminal method is simple, but it is also beyond human information. Who can imagine that the murderer actually killed Mr. Wang in public? After reading this story, he couldn't help but admire the author's wonderful ideas.

Wang Zhengbai nodded in agreement.

He knew Li Jingran's true identity, but he would not tell that person.

He suddenly remembered the "Farewell to My Father" written by Li Jingran that he saw in the "Dajiang Evening News" the day before yesterday. The appearance of the young man standing tall and talking eloquently on that day appeared in front of him again.

'Now the nation is in danger, and war is everywhere. If it is beneficial to the country, life and death are of no concern. Why should we avoid it because of disaster or fortune? This is Li's lifelong ambition. I don't ask to leave a name in history or glorify my ancestors. I just hope to be used by the country and live up to this life...'

The words written by the young man in the "Farewell to My Father" appeared in his mind word by word, making him feel very excited.

A golden scale is not a pond thing. Once it encounters wind and clouds, it will turn into a dragon.

His good friend really bet on the right treasure.

I wonder how Li Tingye feels now that he was defeated like this? He even wants to go to Li's house to see Li Tingye's current face.

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This copy is also known as "North Drifting Snail House" (manual funny jpg)