Siheyuan: Starting with one acre and three fen of land

The next day, after leaving the kitchen of Fengze Garden, He Yuzhu did not go directly back to the courtyard.

He rode his bicycle to Dong'an Market, ready to find the owner of the shop from last time to ask for some information.

After hurrying along, I finally arrived at the door of the bookstore before it closed.

He Yuzhu looked at the memorable storefront, breathed a sigh of relief, parked and locked his bicycle, and walked inside.

The shop owner, who was tidying up the bookshelves, heard the footsteps, stopped what he was doing, turned around and said, "Welcome, welcome! I didn't know this guest~ Hey! It's you, little brother!"

He Yuzhu saw that the shop owner recognized him and said, "Boss, it's me!"

When the shop owner saw the big customer in front of him, the smile on his face became even brighter.

"Little brother, which sets do you need this time?"

He Yuzhu waved his hands after hearing this: "No, I can't afford more. This is not cheap!"

"You get what you pay for. These are all top quality products. You will definitely not lose out if you buy them." The shop owner replied with a smile.

"Okay! Don't refuse. It's not impossible for you to buy more. I came here today specifically to inquire about the information." He Yuzhu interrupted the shopkeeper's sales pitch and stated his purpose directly.

When the shop owner heard that he was going to ask for information, he was secretly alert and said, "Little brother, we are just a small family, how can we know any news!"

He Yuzhu saw that he had misunderstood, so he said directly: "Boss, don't make blind guesses. I'm just asking about the publishing house."

The shop owner was relieved to hear that it was only about the publishing house. “Why are you asking about this?”

He Yuzhu took out the album of his paintings and handed it to the owner.

"Boss, take a look at it first. Then we can talk about it in detail."

The owner took the booklet, looked at the cover, and turned to walk towards the counter.

He lit the lamp on the counter and used the light to flip through the album in his hand.

The orange light illuminated an area of ​​the counter. The shadows swayed with the flickering of the light, and the rustling sound of flipping picture albums could be heard.

The shop owner turned to the last page and closed the album. He looked up at He Yuzhu outside the counter and said, "Little brother, did you draw this?"

He Yuzhu raised his eyebrows: "Boss, how about the album?"

The shop owner paused for a moment and said, "The painting skills are not superb, and the quality is not exquisite. But the story is very novel and worth a look. What's your name, little brother?"

After hearing the store owner's comments, He Yuzhu was also unhappy, secretly glad that he didn't tremble first.

"You can just call me Xiao He. Is it possible to publish this? I went to several major publishing houses, but they all rejected it."

The shop owner nodded and thought carefully: "Xiao He, you can just call me Lao Chen. Now there is a real possibility, you can go and try it."

"Oh, please tell me more about it."

"You are not in this industry, so you may not pay attention to the news in the industry. Not long ago, the organization above opened a new publishing house. You can give it a try."

He Yuzhu showed a happy expression and said excitedly: "Really? Boss Chen, I have little education, please don't lie to me!"

"Why would I lie to you? I was hoping you would buy a few more sets of my books!" Old Chen said jokingly.

"No problem, I'll take one set away later. What's the name of this publishing house?" He Yuzhu asked hurriedly.

"It's called People's Pictorial Publishing House. You can go to the Hongluo Factory in Xisi and ask for it."

Seeing that He Yuzhu was really planning to spend money to buy the book, Old Chen hurriedly told him the information of the publishing house.

"Haha! Thank you so much, Boss Chen, for today. Please pack a set for me and I'll take it away later."

He Yuzhu got the information he wanted and was delighted. He asked Lao Chen to spend some money.

Old Chen returned the picture album on the counter to He Yuzhu and went to pack the books for him with a happy face.

"Xiao He, come again when you have time! I wish you success in your endeavor! I hope you can see your sketchbook here soon." Old Chen said auspicious words and enthusiastically sent He Yuzhu to the door.

"Thank you for your good wishes! Boss Chen, goodbye!"

Old Chen watched He Yuzhu disappear and muttered to himself, "Young people are really formidable!"

The rest day happened to be a good day with good weather, and the winter sunshine made people feel warm.

He Yuzhu was riding his bicycle to the People's Pictorial Publishing House. When he arrived at the entrance of the publishing house, he pushed his bicycle towards the gate.

"Hello, comrade! Please show me the way!"

The guard at the gate pointed to the registration book on the table and said, "Register first!"

"Okay, I'll register right away." He Yuzhu picked up a pencil and wrote down his information.

He Yuzhu put down the pen in his hand and asked the guard: "Comrade, where should I submit this manuscript?"

The guard glanced at the information in the registration book and looked at He Yuzhu: "What did you carry with you?"

"There's nothing here, just a few picture albums in the backpack." He Yuzhu said as he opened the backpack for the guard to check.

The guard checked it out, nodded and said to him, "Then go in! Go through the main gate, turn left and go to the small red building. There is a sign inside."

"Okay!"

He Yuzhu first parked the car in the carport and followed the path to a small red building.

"Comrade, who are you looking for?"

As soon as He Yuzhu entered, he heard someone greeting him. Following the voice, he saw a middle-aged man wearing black-framed glasses.

"Hello, comrade! I am here to submit an article today. Could you please tell me where to go?" He Yuzhu walked forward with a smile and bowed.

The middle-aged man frowned and looked at He Yuzhu suspiciously: "Young comrade, you said you came to submit an article?"

He Yuzhu nodded, reached out from his bag and took out his own album, showing it to me: "Look! I'm not kidding."

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand towards He Yuzhu: "Then give it to me! I'll show you!"

"Oh, I really didn't recognize the great man! Forgive my shortsightedness!" He Yuzhu apologized and handed the picture album to him.

The middle-aged man flipped through the album in his hand quickly, scanning the pages quickly. He finished reading one in a short while.

"Come with me, let's talk inside."

He turned and led the way toward the room at the end of the corridor.

The two men entered the office. The middle-aged man put the album in his hand on the desk and poured a glass of water for He Yuzhu.

"Little comrade, how many books did you bring this time?"

He Yuzhu took the cup with both hands and answered, "I brought four books today."

He put down the water cup in his hand, took out the other three books from his bag and handed them to him.

"Okay, young comrade, please sit down and wait for a while." The middle-aged man took the booklet, sat on the chair and began to read it carefully.

Less than half a cup of tea later, the middle-aged man put down the album in his hand and looked up at He Yuzhu: "Little comrade, what's your name?"

He Yuzhu put down the cup in his hand and said with a smile: "Look at what I have done. My name is He Yuzhu, you can just call me Zhuzi."

"Comrade Xiao He, my last name is Zhou, and I'm the chief editor here. Our publishing house has just been established, and we need to publish comic books."

Editor Zhou paused to take a sip of water and said, "Although the comic book you gave me is not exquisite, I will recommend it to you."

"Editor-in-Chief Zhou, thank you so much!" He Yuzhu happily stepped forward to shake hands and express his gratitude.

Editor Zhou looked at the enthusiastic He Yuzhu and casually said, "Comrade He, you should draw more before the New Year, so that I can give you more opportunities."

He Yuzhu assured again and again: "That's great, I will work overtime to get it out."

Editor Zhou pointed to the paper and pen on the table and said, "Okay, write down your home contact address."