In the courtyard, Shui Hua whispered to Mai Miao.
In the room, Xiang Nan had a good chat with Teacher Bai.
After entering the room, Xiang Nan first complimented Teacher Bai for giving up returning to the city and taking root in mountain village education and his spirit of selfless dedication.
Then I talked to him about some calligraphy and paintings hanging in the room, which were all written and painted by Teacher Bai himself.
To be honest, compared to famous artists, he is not even a little bit behind. At most, he is at the level of calligraphy and painting enthusiasts. But in Yongquan Village and even Haiji County, it is already pretty good.
"Teacher Bai, you are pretty good at painting. The leaves look very similar~" Xiang Nan said with a smile, "The characters are also good at writing, and you have Xu Wei's background~"
Teacher Bai was stunned when he heard this, "Do you know Xu Wei?!"
People in the mountains may occasionally hear stories and know that there is a talented man named Xu Wenchang. But there are very few people who know his name Xu Wei.
Not to mention that from his handwriting, it can be seen that he has received Xu Wei's message, and he is not an ordinary person.
"When I was in junior high school, my Chinese teacher liked to write. I heard him explain some of it." Xiang Nan said with a smile, "Xu Wei's calligraphy is unrestrained and unrestrained. I saw that Teacher Bai's calligraphy also had this meaning, so I was bold. One guess.”
"Oh, amazing, amazing." Teacher Bai said excitedly.
He has lived in Yongquan Village for more than ten years. Most of the people in the village are old people with little education and can't even read a few Chinese characters. Therefore, he wanted to talk to them about calligraphy and painting, basically playing the piano to others. Now I finally have a confidant.
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Just as the two of them were chatting happily, Shui Hua walked in with Mai Miao.
"Shuihua, you married a good man. Yongfu, good!" Teacher Bai smiled at her.
"Yeah, I know." Li Shuihua smiled and nodded.
"Dad, Brother Yongfu wrote an article and sold it for more than 1,700 yuan." Mai Miao also said with envy.
"What?!" Teacher Bai was equally surprised when he heard this.
I am already good enough at writing articles, but I actually sold them for more than a thousand yuan, which is really amazing.
Not to mention Gangou Township, Haiji County may not be able to find many such talents.
"Shui Hua, is this true?" Teacher Bai looked at Shui Hua and said.
Splash smiled and nodded.
"Oh, Yongfu, hello!" Teacher Bai immediately stood in awe and admired Xiang Nan.
"It's all inspired by the water splash." Xiang Nan smiled and said, "Teacher Bai, I think your story is also very meaningful. I want to write it, are you happy?"
"Do you have anything to write about?" Teacher Bai said shyly.
"Yes, very much! For the sake of the children in the mountains, you gave up the opportunity to return to the city and taught in this poor valley for more than ten years. You are happy with poverty and are willing to contribute. I think it is worthy of praise." Xiang Nan said with a smile.
"No, no, there are many mountain village teachers like us in Xihaigu, and we are not the best yet." Teacher Bai said modestly.
Xiang Nan smiled and said, "Teacher Bai, it's settled."
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After returning home from Yongquan Village, Xiang Nan began to think about writing about Teacher Bai's deeds.
He conceived it for two days and then started writing.
At the same time, the news that "An Yongfu wrote an article and sold it for more than 1,700 yuan" spread like a bird with wings spread all over the country in the past two days. .
For a time, everyone was envious and praised!
The members of An Yongfu's family and Li Laoshuan's family held their heads high when they went out, and they didn't even look at Dao'er.
The son (son-in-law) has become a capable man. If the articles you write can be sold for money, then isn’t that a literary star descending to earth?
They are a family, so naturally and proudly!
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Xiang Nan, on the other hand, didn't care much and stayed at home writing articles.
Shui Hua originally wanted to work in the fields, but he was asked to stay at home.
"We won't farm that land anymore. Let's return it to our family." Xiang Nan advised her. "Farming is tiring and unprofitable. It also makes your body exhausted and your face tanned. From now on, our family will rely on I just need to make money by writing articles.”
"Then if I don't work, what will I do at home?" Shui Hua asked doubtfully, "Just lie on the kang every day, with my feet up and act like a grandma?"
"Didn't I buy a lot of books? Just read them." Xiang Nan said with a smile, "Increase some knowledge and broaden your knowledge."
Shui Hua thought for a moment and nodded.
She is not very knowledgeable and doesn't know much. She really should read more books.
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Half a month later, "Monument" was finally completed. With a total of 134,000 words, it can be considered a novel.
Taking Teacher Bai as the character prototype, the image of a teacher rooted in the mountain village and selfless dedication is created.
After writing it, Xiang Nan showed it to Teacher Bai.
"You wrote Er very well. How can Er be so great?" Teacher Bai felt embarrassed after reading it.
"Brother Yongfu, this article you wrote is really good." After reading the article, Mai Miao couldn't help but praise, "But I always feel that your writing is not like my father."
"The prototype of the story is Teacher Bai, but it has some artistic processing." Xiang Nan explained, "Actually, Mai Miao, your father is really great.
How many people are eager to get out of the ravine, but your father is the only one who is willing to stay and teach primary school for the children in the village. What a great dedication. Not many people can do it. "
He knew that Mai Miao had always blamed her father for buying a charcoal stove and burning her mother to death, so she always had a knot in her heart.
Mai Miao was thoughtful when she heard what he said.
Teacher Bai felt very excited when he saw Xiang Nan praising him so much.
"Teacher Bai, I think you are such a great person." Xiang Nan said with a smile, "If you have any other opinions, just let me know."
Subsequently, he sent the article to October magazine.
This magazine is one of the four major mainland literature journals along with Harvest, Contemporary, and People's Literature. Among them, "Contemporary", "October", and "People's Literature" are all realism, but they are different from each other.
The writing style of "October" is more down-to-earth, while "Contemporary" and "People's Literature" are more cheerful. As for "Harvest", it is a position of avant-garde literature. It mainly publishes experimental literary works, which is not very suitable for Xiang Nan's writing style.
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During the past half month, Shui Hua has been reading at home.
She has a mixed taste in reading books, and likes to read classics, world classics, and martial arts.
I especially like to read practical books on agricultural technology, fruit tree cultivation, etc. I can tell you that I am a practical person.
During this period, Mai Miao also came twice and borrowed some books to go home and read.
She had the same heartache as Xiang Nan before. It was because she was too spiritually poor, so she had such a desire for books.
In addition, a sample issue of "Story Club" was also sent.
On the day the sample magazine was sent, Party Secretary An discussed with Xiang Nan that he wanted to offer the book to the ancestral hall.
"Our Kushui Village has not produced a single scholar for hundreds of years. Now, Yong Fu'er's article has been published in such a large publication. This is a matter of honor. This must be known to the ancestors." Secretary An said .
Although Xiang Nan thought it was funny to offer this "Story Story" to the ancestral hall, he could understand the mood of the old party secretary.
For so many years, no capable person has come out of Kushui Village, and now one has finally emerged. Although it is nothing at all in the national context, it is already significant in Gangou Township.
"Okay, party secretary, let it go." Xiang Nan donated "Story Club".
Unfortunately, he hasn't opened it yet, and he hasn't seen with his own eyes the effect of his article being printed in lead type.
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