Reborn in 1977

An Quan followed closely behind Chen Fan, about to enter the room, when he saw Jiang Lili standing to the side with a crutch, head lowered, still greeting him, "Hello, Director An."

"Hello, hello, you too."

An Quan responded blankly, then turned to look at Chen Fan, then back at Jiang Lili, and asked, "What happened here?"

Chen Fan pointed to Jiang Lili's foot and said, "She went to work just now, transplanting rice seedlings in the paddy field, and accidentally stepped on a mussel shell, which cut a gash about 5 centimeters long in the sole of her foot. That's what happened."

An Quan's face immediately turned cold. "How could there be mussel shells in the paddy field?"

He turned and walked away, saying, "I won't chat with you anymore, I have to go and take a look."

Officially, he was a cadre stationed there, specifically in Team 6. If the spring plowing was affected, no matter how impressive his achievements in aquaculture were, he couldn't avoid the stain.

Privately, the people of Team 6 treated him well. Both Team Leaders Yang had treated him like family. If a major problem occurred, they definitely wouldn't be able to get away with it.

Therefore, he naturally had to understand the situation and deal with it as soon as possible to minimize the impact.

Chen Fan quickly followed beside him, and hurriedly said, "It should be children playing with mussel shells and accidentally throwing them into the field. When I brought Jiang Lili back, Team Leader Yang was dealing with it."

Hearing this, An Quan's expression softened a little, "That also needs to be investigated immediately. We must not allow similar things to happen again, especially if it affects spring plowing production."

In the space of a few words, they had already crossed the courtyard and reached the gate.

An Quan turned around and said to Chen Fan, "I'll go and see the situation over there first. I'll look at your sample issue when I get back."

After a pause, he added, "The cement and steel bars you wanted, I've already arranged them for you. You're building a building, so you need a lot of cement. I've arranged for 100 yuan worth for you. If you don't use it all, you can sell it to others. It won't be wasted. The steel bars are more expensive, although the quantity is small, it will still cost 50 yuan. When you have the money ready, I'll have them delivered."

An Quan wasn't in the mood to joke at this time, so Chen Fan nodded, "Okay, the money is ready. I'll cook myself at noon today. Later, call Team Leader Yang and Accountant Liu and Warehouse Keeper Huang to come over for dinner together. I'll give you the money then."

An Quan forced a smile, patted his arm, and jokingly scolded, "You're so big, it's not even easy to pat your shoulder."

After saying that, he waved his hand and turned to walk quickly towards the paddy fields.

Chen Fan waited for him to walk a little further away before turning around and entering the courtyard.

Returning to the comprehensive office, he smiled at Jiang Lili, "It's okay, Brother An wants to go to the scene to take a look, he'll be back later for lunch."

Jiang Lili's eyes flickered slightly, and she nodded lightly.

Chen Fan pointed to the chair, "Don't stand, sit down."

He himself sat down on the other side of the table and said with a smile, "Now you should lie down if you can, don't sit if you can lie down, and don't stand if you can sit. Try to move as little as possible, and wait for the wound to heal before slowly resuming activity. That way it will heal faster."

Jiang Lili wrinkled her nose, supported herself on the corner of the table and sat down, and said with a smile, "I can't lie down, if I don't do something, I feel uncomfortable all over."

Chen Fan turned to look at her, smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll give you a task."

Jiang Lili looked up at him, her eyes flickered, and suddenly a look of joy appeared on her face, "You're writing a novel again?"

Chen Fan pointed at her, "You're so smart."

He picked up the vouchers on the table again and said softly, "The second one is finished, it's still 'On the Field of Hope'. I've prepared more than a dozen short stories, most of which are those you told me, and then combined them to make a new story.

If all goes well, it can form a series of stories. When the time is right, I can put these dozen short stories together into a novel of more than 500,000 words and publish it, and make money again."

Hearing the first part, Jiang Lili's eyes were full of little stars, but when she heard the last sentence, she was speechless, "So, you write novels to make money?"

Chen Fan shook the thick stack of vouchers in his hand and said with a smile, "Otherwise? Otherwise, who would give me so many vouchers?"

Jiang Lili wrinkled her nose and said with a strange expression, "I don't mean anything else. I just think that being a writer is very sacred. Being able to turn words into lead characters is especially amazing. I never thought of associating it with money."

Chen Fan re-separated the vouchers and looked at her, smiling, "Then do you know how much money great writers used to make from writing books?"

Jiang Lili shook her head gently, "I don't know."

Chen Fan also stopped counting the vouchers and smiled at her, "Then I'll tell you, some great writers had tens of thousands of yuan in royalties a year. Do you believe it?"

Jiang Lili's eyes widened instantly, "No, impossible, right?"

"Heh heh."

Chen Fan began to show off the little anecdotes he had seen on the Internet before, "When Mr. Ba Jin published 'Ba Jin's Collected Works', in addition to the basic royalties, there were also print royalties, that is, the more books sold, the higher the total royalties. One year his royalties were more than 220,000 yuan, and that was still in the 1950s.

Almost the same was Mr. Mao Dun, whose 'Mao Dun's Collected Works' royalties were 190,000 yuan, just a little short of 200,000. But that was a one-time income. If you count the total income, it should also be several hundred thousand.

If they are great writers, then slightly lower, Mr. Liang Bin's 'Broadcasting Fire Record' received a one-time royalty of more than 30,000 yuan, which is also a lot, right?

The 'native literature writer' Liu Shaotang published four books before 1957 and received more than 18,000 yuan in royalties. At that time, he spent 2,500 yuan to buy a courtyard in the capital. His own statement was 'five rooms for living, one kitchen, one toilet, one storage room, and five jujube trees and five locust trees'."

Chen Fan said, raising his head and looking at Jiang Lili with a smile, "Do you know where that courtyard is?"

Jiang Lili shook her head blankly, "I don't know."

Chen Fan pointed to the portrait of Mr. Li on the wall behind him, "It's next door to where Mr. Li lives."

Jiang Lili looked up, and her whole body was numb.

In this day and age, new young workers who break their heads to grab the opportunity to enter the factory earn less than 20 yuan a month, and the wages of old eighth-grade workers are only about 100 yuan, meat costs a few cents a pound, tuition for a semester costs one or two yuan, ...

But the royalties of writers are in units of 10,000 yuan, which is completely beyond her imagination.

Chen Fan hadn't finished yet, "There is also Mr. Zhao Shuli, who, also in the 1950s, immediately spent 10,000 yuan after receiving the royalties to buy a three-entry courtyard. Later, because the Writers Association lacked office space, he donated it to the Writers Association for office use, and then he spent another 5,000 yuan to buy a slightly smaller courtyard. Later, in 1958, he left the capital and returned to his hometown and donated that courtyard again."

After saying this, Chen Fan raised the vouchers in his hand and said with a smile, "So, later, the royalties were first reduced, and then the royalties were cancelled, so there were only the benefits of vouchers left. But,"

He sorted and put away the vouchers one by one, one stacked on top of the other, spread out on the table in a fish-scale pattern, and said softly with a smile, "The person who made the decision to cancel the royalties is gone, and it is estimated that the royalty system will be restored soon."

Jiang Lili came back to her senses at this time, exhaled a long breath, her eyes full of disbelief, "So much money?"

"Mmm-hmm."

Chen Fan looked at her and said with a smile, "How about it, do you want to learn to write with me? After the royalty system is restored, you can also earn a little money."

As soon as Jiang Lili heard this, she quickly shook her head and said with a shy smile, "Forget it, I can't write."

Chen Fan said to her, "No one is born knowing how to write. Mr. Lu Xun used to study medicine. Didn't he later become a great writer? At most, his royalties in one month were several hundred silver dollars. And in order to make more money, he specifically wrote easy-to-write essays. He could publish in the newspaper by writing a few words casually, while novel creation was time-consuming and laborious, so he naturally wrote less. Look, even great writers will find ways to make money. You don't think you are nobler than Mr. Lu Xun and Mr. Ba Jin, do you?"

"No, no."

Jiang Lili quickly shook her head to deny it, pursed her lips and smiled, "I just never thought that I could write articles."

Chen Fan smiled, "Then you should think about it carefully. When you've thought about it, talk to me."

Jiang Lili nodded lightly, "Okay."

After a pause, she asked curiously, "Where did you learn about these things?"

Chen Fan curled his lips, and lies came out of his mouth, "I saw it in old newspapers. I forgot which year it was. It criticized writers for having too high incomes, and it listed the data. Later, the royalty system was cancelled."

Jiang Lili nodded in enlightenment, deeply believing his words, wrinkled her nose, and said, "Actually, I think that great writers being able to get so much royalties, although it is indeed a bit exaggerated, is not unacceptable."

Chen Fan leaned back in his chair, looked at her and said with a smile, "Oh, really?"

Jiang Lili nodded, and said solemnly, "That's what I think. Literary works are also spiritual food. They can improve readers' spiritual cultivation and enrich people's cultural life. If they are well written, it is appropriate to get more royalties. Because their royalties are not paid to them by one person. It's like a factory producing products. Because the product quality is good, more people like it, so naturally more people buy it, and then the revenue is higher. Actually, it's all the same principle."

Chen Fan looked at her and smiled, without explaining too much. The quality of literary works and the level of royalty income are not necessarily related, but are related to market preferences. It is not clear to explain this to her. If I continue to talk, I am afraid that even if I dare to speak, she would not dare to listen.

After a pause of two seconds, he looked at Jiang Lili and said with a smile, "Did you think of these things yourself?"

Jiang Lili's face turned red, and she shook her head lightly, "No, my sister told me before. At that time, the cotton mill proposed to reward workers who produced a large quantity, and issue bonuses according to the production quantity. There was a lot of controversy in the factory, and my sister also discussed this matter at home. At that time, she said so, I just thought the situation was similar, so I said so."

Chen Fan was a little surprised. He couldn't tell that Jiang Tiantian had this kind of knowledge.

This concept might seem obvious to people of later generations, but in this era, it was earth-shattering. Because all production had to follow the "plan," the factory's task was to complete the production tasks assigned by superiors. As for actively overfulfilling the task, it wasn't nonexistent, but it was as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. People like that, as long as they could endure, would basically become influential figures after a few years, with unlimited prospects.

Bringing his thoughts back, Chen Fan said to Jiang Lili, "Remember, don't say these words to anyone else."

Hearing this, a bright smile immediately appeared on Jiang Lili's face, and she chuckled softly, "I'm not that stupid. Not to mention these words, I won't say a single word of what you just told me to anyone else."

She pursed her lips, a hint of loneliness evident in her eyes, "In other people's eyes, I am a backward element, an object that needs help. As long as I dare to say anything related to money, in their eyes, I am just thinking about getting rich."

She raised her head and looked at Chen Fan, "So, I only tell you many things, not others."

Chen Fan raised his eyebrows and gave her a thumbs up, "Smart."

In fact, this was also the reason why he dared to say these things to Jiang Lili. A person who is not accepted by the crowd, no matter what she says, those people will not listen, but will only judge according to their preconceived notions.

So, it was just right. Chen Fan, who was holding many secrets in his heart, felt a little uninhibited when chatting with Jiang Lili, and he dared to blurt out many things that he didn't dare to say to others in front of her.

And Jiang Lili also very much enjoyed this feeling of being trusted, naturally regarding him as a confidant.

Facing Chen Fan's praise at this time, Jiang Lili smiled shyly again, "This was also taught to me by my sister, don't say such things to anyone else, it's best not to say anything."

Chen Fan's eyebrows suddenly shot up, "So I'm not a person?"

Jiang Lili's pretty face flushed slightly, and she raised her head to look at Chen Fan, "How could that be?"

After a pause, she grinned and said, "You trust me, that's why you tell me these things. So I also trust you, that's why I tell you these things."

Chen Fan pursed his lips, smiled, nodded lightly, then exhaled a long breath, pointed to the tickets on the table, and said with a smile, "Guess, what are these?"

Jiang Lili leaned over to take a look, "Oh, so many industrial coupons, and also grain coupons and oil coupons?"

Chen Fan nodded and pointed to the tickets, "20 industrial coupons, 100 jin of national grain coupons, 10 jin of oil coupons, 20 chi of cloth coupons, 1 jin of sugar coupons, 5 liang of tea coupons, 10 packs of cigarette coupons. That's all."

Jiang Lili widened her eyes, "So much?"

Chen Fan took a deep breath, thought for a while, and said, "Saying it's a lot isn't really a lot. If it's according to the previous royalty system, 4 to 15 yuan per thousand words, my novel is more than 38,000 words, and according to the lowest standard, there should be 152 yuan in royalties. If it's according to the intermediate value of 10 yuan, then it's more than 300 yuan."

As he spoke, he raised his head and smiled, "Compared to these tickets, would you say it's a lot or a little?"

Jiang Lili was speechless.

One jin of grain coupons is only worth 4 fen, national grain coupons are half more expensive, and 100 jin is only 6 yuan. Industrial coupons are not particularly tight now, and you can buy one for about 1 yuan, which is only 20 yuan. Although the other tickets are all good things, compared to the value, they are still far worse than the royalties.

But, it depends on who you compare it to.

Compared to ordinary workers, these tickets may take a long time to save up, not to mention the production team members who only have one opportunity a year to obtain tickets.

But Chen Fan only used one article to exchange for so many tickets.

She already didn't know what to say.

If she said that Chen Fan's examples of those great writers just now were a mental shock to her, now it was a real experience.

Chen Fan suddenly put away the tickets and chuckled, "This is my little treasury, don't tell anyone else. Especially with so many tickets, if anyone asks, just say you don't know."

Jiang Lili smiled at him, "Got it."

Usually, no one else talks to her. The so-called others are just Huang Ying and the others. Just because of Chen Fan's words, she knew in her heart that she was closer in Chen Fan's eyes.

Thinking of this, her face couldn't help but blush again.

Chen Fan put away the small envelope and went to get the magazine again.

Jiang Lili quickly said, "I haven't read it yet."

Chen Fan, "Okay, then you take one, but don't break it. This is the sample issue that published my first novel. The brigade headquarters has already snatched one away, and we can't lose any more."

Jiang Lili looked at him and said with a chuckle, "But, you clearly have two more."

Chen Fan glared, "What do you mean? You don't want one, do you?"

Jiang Lili just smiled and looked at him without saying a word.

Chen Fan looked at her, then looked at the sample issue she was holding in her arms, thought for several seconds, and then gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, okay, I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you."

Jiang Lili immediately nodded, "Thank you."

Then, supporting herself with her crutch, she stood up and happily walked towards her room. She was afraid that someone would come later and be blocked here to ask Chen Fan for the sample issue, and she might not be able to keep this one.

Chen Fan looked at her from behind with a smile on his face, "Slow down, no one is going to snatch it from you."

Jiang Lili supported herself with her crutch and flew on one foot, and returned to her room in a few moments.

Chen Fan put away his things, took them to his room, and went to prepare lunch.

It is said that since Huang Ying and the others moved in, Chen Fan has cooked less often, which has seriously affected the upgrading of his cooking skills. If he didn't occasionally grind tofu and make braised dishes, his cooking experience points probably wouldn't increase. The cooking experience points that have increased in the past two months were still earned by being invited to cook for others. A hero has no place to use his strength.

As the saying goes, what you fear comes to pass.

He had just arrived in the kitchen when Jiang Lili walked over with her crutch, "I only injured my foot, not my hand. How can I let you cook? I'll do it."

Chen Fan looked at her with a helpless expression, "I think I believe what you said just now."

Jiang Lili's eyes were full of puzzlement, "Which sentence?"

Chen Fan, "I feel uncomfortable all over if I don't do any work."

Jiang Lili smiled instantly. She was about to speak when she saw Chen Fan wave his hand and say, "I told Brother An just now that I'm inviting him and Captain Yang, Supervisor Huang, and Accountant Liu to dinner at noon today. I really have to cook this meal."

Hearing this, Jiang Lili reluctantly gave up, "Okay then."

Then she said, "However, I'll cook the meals for the next few days. You can't snatch them from me anymore."

Chen Fan spread his hands, "Okay, I won't snatch them."

After Jiang Lili went out, he began to act.

The three-piece set of cured meat, cured fish, and cured sausage must be prepared. These four girls are reluctant to put too much meat when cooking. Each time, they only put a few slices, and most of it ends up in his bowl. So far, he has eaten less than half of his stock.

While they weren't there, Chen Fan naturally made a hearty meal.

Then, he took out a grass carp from the large fish tank in the shed behind the kitchen, which could make two more dishes.

Then, he picked some of the newly planted green vegetables in the backyard, which was almost all ready.

When he was busy in the yard, Jiang Lili quietly ran out again and took the green vegetables to wash.

Chen Fan saw it and didn't stop her, but only told her not to splash water on her injured foot, otherwise she would have to change the medicine.

Then the two of them were busy in the yard.

Jiang Lili moved quickly and washed all the green vegetables in a short time, put them in several bamboo baskets and placed them on the shelf on the side, then supported herself with her crutch and walked to the eaves, looking at Chen Fan who was filleting the fish, and the chickens running around in the yard, she felt a sense of satisfaction for no reason, and a very warm feeling, just like when her father was still okay, and the family of four was happy.

Then, the warmth shattered.

Chen Fan turned his head and glanced at her, and said unhappily, "I told you to stand less, but you insist on standing, not listening to me."

Jiang Lili pouted, turned around and walked to the chair and sat down, then glanced at the yard and asked, "Where are Duoduo and Qiuqiu?"

Chen Fan pointed in the direction of the brigade headquarters, "They stayed with Captain Xiao. As I told you, his old brother, Uncle Lin, likes to tease dogs very much. Duoduo and Qiuqiu are playing with him."

The dog training methods that Lin Yuanxiang said were not worth mentioning in Chen Fan's eyes. Wasn't it just teaching the dogs how to understand instructions? Did that need training? Wasn't it enough to have a mouth?

However, the several methods he said for training war horses could improve the horse's running speed and endurance. Chen Fan tried it on the little mare and it was indeed useful, but with the little mare's intelligence, she learned it in less than two days, so there was nothing more to get from Lin Yuanxiang.

Chen Fan felt that he was not as capable as Old Peng. At least he had learned archery, stone throwing, and setting traps from Old Peng.

Jiang Lili didn't know Uncle Lin either, but she knew that he was Captain Xiao's old brother, so she felt relieved when she heard that Duoduo and Qiuqiu were with them, and quietly watched Chen Fan busy.

Counting the time, all the dishes were ready before work was over. As usual, there were two tables, one in the comprehensive office and the other in the kitchen.

As soon as the tables were set and the food was on the table, they heard the sound of calling friends outside the yard.

Someone was shouting outside the courtyard wall, "Teacher Chen, you must have made the meal today."

"Only Teacher Chen's cooking is so fragrant, even the chef in the commune restaurant can't compare."

"Teacher Chen, when will you have another feast?"

Chen Fan was not polite either, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Okay, then you quickly find a wife. When you get married, I will hold a feast for you."

There was a burst of laughter outside, "Yang Weiguo, why don't you go find a wife? When will you be able to eat the feast made by Teacher Chen if you don't find a wife?!"

Yang Weiguo quickly begged for mercy, "I can't afford it, I can't afford it..."

Chen Fan slowly walked towards the gate of the yard. He also breathed a sigh of relief at this time. The commune members were in a good mood. It seemed that Captain Yang and Anquan had dealt with the matter in the morning.

Amidst the laughter, Anquan's voice came, "Teacher Chen, we're back, are the wine and dishes ready?"

Chen Fan happened to walk to the door, and laughed, "The wine and dishes are on the table, just waiting for you to arrive."