Siheyuan: Banggeng and I are classmates

Feng Shengwen said happily that "Drawing Sword" sold well, and this was his achievement.

Li Muhua thought about the consequences of being in the limelight and refused, saying, "Old Feng, we writers have to let our works speak for us. There is no need for individualism, right?"

"Individualism?"

Feng Shengwen was puzzled for a moment when he heard this, then he glared and retorted: "What is individualism?"

"It is a fact that you wrote 'Drawing Sword'. When 'Drawing Sword' becomes popular all over the country, even if our Youth Daily does not interview you, other newspapers will."

"Have you ever met a great writer who wasn't well-known?"

Li Muhua felt helpless after hearing this, he earned money and fame by writing books, and he couldn't avoid the attention that came with it. Rather than letting others write nonsense and be implicated, he would rather take charge of the manuscript himself.

Thinking of this, Li Muhua made a request to Feng Shengwen.

"Okay, I promise to publish your article, but I have a request, that is, the length of the article about me should be as small as possible, and I should write more about the revolutionary spirit and the spirit of daring to draw the sword against all enemies. As materialist fighters, we must dare to fire at feudal superstition..."

Li Muhua started talking about it in bits and pieces, and then talked a lot without stopping. Feng Shengwen respected Li Muhua's ideas, and there was nothing wrong with Li Muhua's ideas. However, he felt more and more strange in his heart.

He felt that Li Muhua seemed to be afraid of something. She didn't dare to say anything after receiving the royalties, and even asked that she not be included in the article in the newspaper.

Fame and fortune——

For intellectuals like them, reputation is more important than profit - that little bit of royalties. But for Li Muhua, it is just the opposite.

He accepted all royalties but avoided fame. He even suspected that if it weren't for the royalties, Li Muhua would not have written this book at all.

The two of them agreed on the manuscript. Feng Shengwen thought about it but couldn't figure out the reason why Li Muhua did that. He just thought that he had some ideological problems and valued money too much!

He loved talents and didn't want Li Muhua to be corrupted by money at such a young age, so he counseled her, "Muhua, as an intellectual, writing books is a good thing that benefits the country and the people. Money is one thing..."

Feng Shengwen was still tirelessly explaining the truth. Li Muhua saw that he had always taken care of her so much that she even replaced the pen on her chest with a hero. It would be a lie to say that she didn't consider him a friend.

Thinking about what the intellectual was about to face, Li Muhua decided to talk to him about it, and immediately started talking about his problem at the beginning.

"Old Feng, do you remember what you just asked me?"

Feng Shengwen was stunned after being interrupted by Li Muhua, and then asked: "What did I ask you?"

"I took the royalties secretly and didn't let Yan Bugui know. It was like stealing!" Li Muhua held his forehead and said.

When Feng Shengwen heard about this, he nodded and said, "I asked, what's wrong?"

Li Muhua explained: "Let me explain the reason to you. Do you know Yan Bugui's salary?"

Feng Shengwen frowned and said, "He is an elementary school teacher. He should have a long working experience at his age. He should be able to earn 40 or 50 yuan! What's wrong?"

"He earns 42 yuan a month." Li Muhua directly stated Yan Bugui's specific salary, and in Feng Shengwen's puzzled look, he said:

"I spent a month writing a book and now I have received 6000 yuan in royalties, which is equivalent to his salary as a teacher for years!"

"Compare my royalties to those of farmers. This one book of mine is worth what they could earn in several lifetimes. Do you think that's fair?"

Feng Shengwen was stunned after hearing this, then waved his hands and said with a smile: "Muhua! You are mistaken. This is not a matter of fairness or unfairness. We have also responded to the country's requirements and directly reduced the manuscript fee by half. The fixed number of prints was also abolished before..."

He spoke at length, saying that it is legal and reasonable to receive high royalties, that there are authors like him who can make money, and there are also authors who live worse than farmers, and so on~~

After he finished speaking, Li Muhua said coldly: "But we value equality for all, the eight-level worker system. Don't you think the remuneration is too high? It's already as enviable as the landlords in the old days?"

When Feng Shengwen heard Li Muhua say this, he quickly explained:

"The two are very different. Landlords exploit and provide assistance. What we value now is production and distribution according to work. This is true even for intellectuals. If a book you wrote can produce 100,000 copies, how can it be compared with someone who only produces one? Knowledge also requires hard work to acquire, and it is priceless..."

Feng Shengwen spoke a lot again, and Li Muhua admitted that what he said made sense. On the issue of labor pay, everyone has their own reasons and neither side is wrong.

And they cannot go deeper - they have become detached from the ordinary masses and the issues of revisionism.

Finally, he could only pretend to be persuaded, nodded and said, "Old Feng, I understand what you said!"

A smile flashed across Feng Shengwen's face, and he was very happy to be able to correct Li Muhua's thoughts.

But in fact, the problem that Li Muhua mentioned is that as the editor-in-chief of a publishing house, he reads various newspapers every day, accepts the book review ideas conveyed by them, and has long noticed that there is something wrong with the political trend.

But he firmly believed that knowledge could change everything and that intellectuals were needed in every era. In his opinion, the treatment issue mentioned by Li Muhua was not worth mentioning at all. What was important was the political soil.

Neither of them opened their mouths, each of them having the same concern, and the room fell silent.

"boom!"

At this moment, Li Qinghua suddenly pushed open the door, breaking the silence in the room. Li Aihua had seen Feng Shengwen before, and after knowing that he came for the manuscript fee, she enthusiastically asked Li Qinghua to boil some water.

Several people chatted with Feng Shengwen. After a long time, Xu Yan returned to the hospital. Feng Shengwen handed over the remittance slip, and then reminded them to urge Li Muhua to study more, and then said goodbye and left.

Just like last time, several people escorted Feng Shengwen out of the hospital.

Xu Yan's face was all smiles. With the 2,300 yuan that came as a timely help, she could buy an apartment in a courtyard in Xicheng District, which was more than enough for her whole family to live in and the Li family could move into a new house in a short distance.

Back in the house, Xu Yan praised him, "You are really great, my son. You have earned a house for our family just by writing a book in just two months."

"If you write a few more books, or if this book sells a few more, then our family won't have to worry about money anymore!"

Li Muhua's heart was in turmoil because of his long chat with Feng Shengwen, but looking at Xu Yan who was overjoyed, he didn't want to spoil her fun, so he just forced a smile and nodded.

Two days later, as "Bright Sword" was sold for the second time, the headline on the front page of the Youth Daily also changed to: "The author of the best-selling Bright Sword, Li Muhua, is actually a 12-year-old elementary school student!"

The title is a bit shocking and very eye-catching, but the content is generally written according to Li Muhua's requirements, mostly various spiritual things, which are particularly in line with the spirit a few months later.

But the title was scary enough, and it caused a huge uproar. The fact that a 12-year-old prodigy could write a book soon attracted heated discussions and gradually formed a trend of breaking out of the circle.

Even many people who don't like reading will buy a copy of "Drawing Sword" when they pass by a bookstore after remembering this news. They want to see what a 12-year-old child can write.

Li Muhua also became a celebrity in the school. Just like in the compound, he was also given the title of "little writer".

At the same time, other newspapers saw that the news in the Youth Daily caused heated discussion and began to visit the Youth Daily for interviews.

Li Muhua knew that he was already famous, so he simply accepted all the questions from reporters. When he opened his mouth, he talked about his three-generation poor peasant-worker family, and closed his mouth about being a small materialist fighter, hating feudal superstition and nuclear war, and that peasants could also lead the army to fight nuclear wars...

The armor is stacked up high.

The reporters who came to interview were almost dumbfounded by the endless truths Li Muhua was talking about.

They came to interview Li Muhua, not to take a political class, but since they couldn't ask any other questions, they could only write down everything Li Muhua said.

For a while, there was a constant stream of reporters gathering at the gate of No. 98 compound every day, and many of them went to the school to interview the teachers.

Even the People's Daily fell behind, leaving a large space in the center of the page for Li Muhua.

With the continuous bombardment of newspaper headlines, the stocks of "Drawing Sword" in major bookstores began to run out again, and Feng Shengwen rushed to the compound again.

This time it's an order to reprint 20 copies, with a remittance slip of 5760 yuan.

After seeing such a large sum of royalties, Li Muhua felt that the risk he took was worth it.

He is still a child, what is he afraid of?

At worst, he will also wear a red hoop and criticize himself...