Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

What if the woman asks him for clothes when he gets home?

"Oh! What are you doing in the county seat?"

"There are important things, this can't be said."

Zhang Xuan's face turned pale. This guy's going to the county town may not be related to a certain woman.

If Wan Feng knew what Zhang Xuan was thinking, he would definitely praise Zhang Xuan for being smart. Yes, it really has something to do with women.

When Zhang Xuan wanted to ask something more, a voice suddenly came from the door of the classroom: "Wan Feng!"

Wan Feng looked back and saw that it was Qu Yang.

Qu Yang stood at the door of the classroom beaming and waved to Wan Feng.

Wan Feng immediately stood up and walked to the door of the classroom: "Teacher Qu, did you call me?"

"Come with me!" Qu Yang said, come with me, then turned and walked towards the school office.

Wan Feng followed Qu Yang to the teacher's office.

Qu Yang took out a letter and a big envelope from the drawer very mysteriously.

Qu Yang handed the letter to Wan Feng.

Wan Feng saw what was going on when he saw the cover of the envelope and saw that the inscription on it was Yin Nahe's editorial department.

"Teacher Qu, look at your happy face, don't look at it, it must be a notice of adoption, and your work has been published! Then this big envelope is a sample book?" Wan Feng said loudly on purpose.

This is the time to put gold on Qu Yang's face, and he must speak out loudly to let everyone know.

Wan Feng had been a literary youth, so he naturally knew the minds of the contributors.

When writing and submitting manuscripts, I am always sneaky, for fear that others will know that I am a toad who wants to eat swan meat, but once the manuscript is published, it is another matter, for fear that others will not know.

Qu Yang himself certainly wouldn't yell around, literati all have the disease of pretending to be superior, so the responsibility for publicity falls on Wan Feng.

Sure enough, all the teachers in the office heard Wan Feng's yelling, and their eyes were all focused on Qu Yang's position and on Qu Yang's face.

Wan Feng picked up the big envelope, poured out a sample booklet, and opened it!

The little girl Jiang Min was quite obedient, she really put Qu Yang's novel on the front page of the publication.

"Wow! It's still the headline, Mr. Qu, you are so amazing!"

The novel of more than 4000 words occupies one and a half pages, and there is a brief introduction of the author at the end of the novel: Qu Yang, a teacher at the Red Bianjiang Farm Vocational High School in Longjiang Province, loves literature and is willing to make friends all over the world with the pen in his hand.

When the rest of the teachers heard that Qu Yang had published his work, they gathered around one after another, admiring Qu Yang's masterpiece and praising Qu Yang's stinky feet.

"How much is the manuscript fee for publishing this novel?" A female Chinese teacher named Meng Yan asked the most practical question from the actual point of view.

After Qu Yangtiao left, Mengyan was Wan Feng's next language teacher.

"The manuscript fee for a national-level publication may be 4000 thousand words, but for this regional publication it should be 60 thousand words. Teacher Qu Yang's novel is probably more than [-] words, and the manuscript fee should be about [-] yuan."

"Wow! It's more than our monthly salary, Mr. Qu, you must treat me."

At this time, the pimples on Qu Yang's face were all glowing, and he nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice: "It must be, when the manuscript fee comes, I will definitely treat you."

7 Chapter 1 is serious for [-] minute

Because the official publication of Nahe publications is around NO.20, the settlement of manuscript fees will be in October, and it is estimated that it will be in mid-October at the earliest, so wait slowly.

"The manuscript fee is estimated to arrive in the middle or late next month, so don't worry." Wan Feng explained for Qu Yang.

"Thank you, Xiao Wan. It seems that you are my lucky star. I will publish my works as soon as you come." Qu Yang sincerely thanked Wan Feng.

"Mr. Qu, this has nothing to do with me, it's because of your good writing."

"It should be you who picked it well. There are so many manuscripts, but you just picked out this one. Hey, why didn't you take those manuscripts that you threw out? You should have a reason for not wanting it. Tell me and listen to it! "

"You really want to hear it?"

"Of course, the reason you don't want it may be the shortcomings of my works."

Makes sense.

Wan Feng suddenly felt that he might be able to change the consciousness in Qu Yang's head. If he couldn't, there would be no loss. If he could change his world view, it would be a good thing.

"Then let me tell you, I don't have much research on literary techniques, but I think I'm pretty good at reading stories. I like to read works that make people feel happy and full of passion after reading them, rather than feeling uncomfortable after reading them. What did I say to expose the darkness of society and directly hit the filth in people’s hearts? I don’t need to read such works. If I were to write instead, I would write about the fair things in society instead of writing Those dark sides, if you want to write about it now, you should write about reform themes, and establish the image of those positive figures in reform and opening up."

Qu Yang was a little puzzled: "Isn't that something like Gao Daquan?"

"Teacher Qu, I don't think a writer who has no political stance will never become an excellent writer. A person who specializes in writing about darkness is doomed to have a dark and dirty mind, and his character is not much better. I That’s how I understand it. Regardless of whether you are a high-level figure or not, I hope you can write some works about reform and opening up figures in European songs. Then your works will definitely be published in newspapers and periodicals frequently, otherwise you may become some famous people in the future. A tool used by certain forces."

Wan Feng is not scaremongering. In the later period, there were many writers in the society who wrote all kinds of bad articles about the country, and they were finally used as dissidents and public intellectuals.

Just like there was once a famous Internet writer, several of his works have been sought after by many people.

Wan Feng also read several of his works in the last life, and it was really cool to read at first, but after reading a few books, Wan Feng found that the Chinese people described by this writer are all mean and dirty, and all women are like prostitutes. The sky seems to be always dark, and his works do not give people a little positive thing, but instill a pessimistic feeling that life is worse than death.

Ever since he understood this, Wan Feng has never read a single of his works.

And it was expected that the author would be blocked after becoming a public knowledge, and he had the face to say that he was forced to become a public knowledge.

Wan Feng does not want Qu Yang to become such a writer in the future.

"You said that if I write works on this kind of subject, it will become popular?"

"For sure, although there are many dark things in society, as long as we look for the shining factors with bright eyes, the world will be full of hope and sunshine in your eyes. Look for and discover the bright factors and put them Record it, teacher, you will definitely succeed, come on!"

Wan Feng's bewitching words ignited Qu Yang's fighting spirit: "I will succeed! I will succeed!"

Walking out of the teacher's office, Wan Feng was smiling, hoping that from today on, Quyang's world view would undergo some changes, and he would stop writing things that would make one's will slump.

Back in the classroom, the first class has also begun.

Yu Guo approached the classroom with a renewed spirit: "Hello, students, the teacher's family members have experienced some physical problems in the past two days. Please forgive me for delaying the course for a few days in the hospital. Now we start class."

While speaking, Yu Guo's eyes swept across Wan Feng's face, and he nodded slightly.

Soon the first class was over, and when the get out of class was over, Wan Feng was sitting in the classroom and Yang Dejun was talking.

Just after saying a few words, I suddenly found two sophomore students lying on the back window.

Wan Feng recognized one of them as a student named Fu Wengu, and the other Wan Feng couldn't name for the time being.

These two students usually get very close to Sun Jin.

"Li Xin! Sun Jin told you to go to the riverside after school at noon."