When Jiang Yulou returned to the village, the news that his article had been published in a magazine in the capital had spread throughout the village.
Although communication is inconvenient in this era, never underestimate the speed of gossip spreading.
There are not many talented people in the village, but they are rich people like Ma Xiao's father, but this is the first time for them to publish an article. There is also no shortage of educated youths and people who know a little bit about culture and have seen the world. They bring with them Envious and half-understood, he boasted so much that these villagers only regarded Jiang Yulou as an ancient scholar.
During the movement a few years ago, there were often newspaper reading and learning activities in the village. In the past, villagers only listened to articles written by various big figures. How could they have imagined that one day things written by children in their village would be published?
In this way, the villagers still didn't know what Jiang Yulou wrote, but they already had a sense of awe for him.
When Jiang Yulou returned home with the magazine samples, the villagers only dared to watch from a distance, fearing that his unconscious behavior would desecrate sacred things and bring trouble to their families.
"Well, Lou'a, Lou'a has a promising future, and our whole family will benefit from it."
When Jiang Yulou placed the magazine on the table at home, Jiang Jianguo was so happy that he almost cried with excitement.
As soon as Jiang Yuanchao stretched out his hand, Father Jiang hit him back: "Don't move, don't let your brother get it dirty."
"oh."
Seeing his eldest brother's aggrieved look, Jiang Yulou almost laughed, "That's not true. This is the sample issue sent to the author by the magazine. It's nothing. If eldest brother wants to read it, let him read it."
"My little brother is right."
Jiang Yuanchao took the magazine and ran away, giving Jiang Jianguo no time to react.
"This kid." Jiang Jianguo shook his head and said, "Look at your brother, he's already such a big man, and he's still like a child, not in shape."
Jiang Yulou said: "Dad, don't talk about eldest brother. He is also happy for me, isn't he."
He then said to Li Xiulian: "Mom, I can make money now. You don't have to work too hard. Don't save the money I gave you. Spend it when you need to. Your son can make money now."
"We won't move this money, we'll save it for you to use for college and a wife." Li Xiulian smiled.
There is nothing more satisfying for a mother than a son who is promising, can make money, and is also filial. However, as a mother, she still has to consider her son's future.
Jiang Yulou said to his elder brother quite confidently: "Mom and Dad, I have started writing my second work now, and I can finish it in a month at most. With my current reputation, it will be easier to submit my manuscript."
Li Xiulian was still uneasy, but Jiang Jianguo advised: "Lou Wa is right. Now the family is financially better off. We can't eat big meals every day, but it's okay to be full. You have to believe Lou Wa, he can now If you earn so much money, you will only earn more in the future than you do now.”
"Okay then." Li Xiulian nodded, and then continued: "Lou Wa, someone in the village is looking for my mother to arrange a marriage for you."
Say goodbye?
Jiang Yulou's scalp felt numb and he quickly refused: "Don't agree, Mom! I'm still young and will go to college in the future. I have no intention of getting married now."
Li Xiulian puzzled: "They are all from the village, so why shouldn't they do it if they know everything? I have seen that girl, she is sixteen years old. She is well-behaved and has a big butt. She looks like she is easy to give birth to."
Only sixteen?
That's even worse, isn't this a crime?
Thinking of this, his head shook like a rattle.
Li Xiulian was a little worried when she saw this.
Tell me, going to school comes back to school, and getting married doesn't prevent you from going to college. Why not get married first, so that parents can feel at ease.
Li Xiulian wanted to persuade her again, but Jiang Jianguo said: "Okay, our daughter will join the government in the future, and all she will know are educated girls in the city. What's the point of finding a rural woman now?"
"What's wrong with rural women? I'm not a rural woman. Aren't you also a country man?"
"Lou Wa is different from us..."
When Jiang Yulou saw his parents quarreling, he slipped away quietly. He was afraid that if he didn't leave now, his mother would find him a wife again.
It’s better to write your own novel, finish it early and earn manuscript fees early. When your reputation becomes bigger, people from magazines will come to him to ask for manuscripts, and you don’t have to worry about submitting manuscripts yourself. Moreover, you can choose him. More.
The next day, Jiang Yulou received news after returning home from school.
"Lou Wa, when you went to school, Teacher Jian from the village came to see you."
"Teacher Jian is looking for me?" Jiang Yulou was stunned for a moment.
Teacher Jian’s name is Jian Xing, an educated youth who came to the village in 1975. When he came, Jian Xing was only an 18-year-old young man, but now, four years later, he is already a 22-year-old adult.
Since the college entrance examination was resumed in 1977, many educated youths in the village have returned to their hometowns. Of course, those who can return home are either lucky or have a good background. Jian Xing, on the other hand, has neither luck nor background.
He is a primary school teacher in the village, and the village will not let him go no matter what.
In fact, if Jian Xing had been firmer and used some tricks, the village would have let him go. But I don't know whether Jian Xing was too honest or couldn't let go of the children in the village. Anyway, he stayed in the end.
He admired Jian Xing's noble sentiments, probably because he couldn't do it, so he admired it.
Mother Li Xiulian said: "I'm looking for you. I want to borrow your magazine to read."
"If Teacher Jian wants to read a magazine, just lend it to him. Mom, didn't you lend the magazine to Teacher Jian?"
Her mother, Li Xiulian, said matter-of-factly: "Of course not. Your dad won't let you borrow it because he's afraid that the villagers won't take care of it and will damage your magazine. Even though many neighbors wanted to borrow it, I didn't agree."
Jiang Yulou was almost speechless: "Why is my dad... Hi, Teacher Jian is different..."
"Forget it, I'll take a trip. You see what happened."
Li Xiulian opened her mouth and asked worriedly: "Is there something wrong?"
"That's not true, forget it, I can't tell you for a while."
After Jiang Yulou took out the magazine, he hurriedly walked out the door and said as he walked: "I'm going to find Teacher Jian. It's just a magazine. It doesn't need to be so expensive."
At this time, the primary school in the village had already ended. He estimated that Jian Xing had also gone home, so he should be able to meet people there at this time.
"Huh? You kid, what are you doing in such a hurry..."
After leaving the door, Jiang Yulou recalled Jian Xingjia's location, and then left empty-handed.
They are all poor in the village, so they are not so particular.
Not long after walking, Jian Xing arrived at his home.
Although he is a teacher, Jian Xing's house is no different from that of the villagers. It is also an adobe house.
The door was open, and wisps of smoke rose.
"This is it."
Jiang Yulou did not hesitate, knocked on the wooden door, and walked in.
"Is Teacher Jane at home?"
