[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-rising-in-1979":3,"chapter-rising-in-1979-rising-in-1979-chapter-7":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Rising in 1979",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2260715,4412,"Chapter 7: Accepted Manuscript (Requesting Monthly Votes!)","rising-in-1979-chapter-7",7,"\u003Cp>Qiao Feng asked Wei Ming to return to the dorm and tell him the story of “North Qiao Feng, South Mu Rong”—he loved hearing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brother Qiao moved Wei Ming into his own dorm, and the main reason for this favor was: they were insiders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did Director Wei ever mention our relationship to you?” he asked, turning his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When I was in the military, he was our company political instructor, and I was his soldier,” Qiao Feng said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh~” Wei Ming understood—they’d fought side by side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After graduating from university, Uncle Ping happened to catch the height of the movement; the atmosphere was too chaotic for scholarship, so he joined the army to toughen himself, only returning to Peking University in the mid-1970s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of his dual strength in both intellect and physicality, Uncle Ping was highly valued at the university.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brother Qiao grinned: “Back then, it was Director Wei who brought me to Peking University. You’re the nephew of our old leader. As long as you don’t break any core principles, I’m a pretty easygoing guy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Qiao, how did you end up working at Peking University?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brother Qiao offered a smile that didn’t suit a tough guy: “Because of Mu Rong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before joining the military, he had already fallen for a girl from his village named Mu Rong; later, she entered Peking University as a worker-peasant-soldier student.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be with the girl he loved, he begged Wei Ping, who was preparing to return to Peking University, to bring him along—even willing to start as a gate guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though their social statuses differed greatly, their love remained unchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you got married?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We got the certificate, but because we had no housing and lived too far apart, we’re living separately now—both in dorms.” At this, Brother Qiao looked deeply frustrated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were both nearly thirty, and their physical intimacy had been counted in single digits; having children was out of the question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So your wife doesn’t work at Peking University?” Wei Ming remembered that dual-income couples usually had better chances of getting housing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, she studies biology and works at the Health Research Institute of the Medical Academy,” Qiao Feng lowered his voice. “Director Wei has been pushing hard to get her transferred here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming nodded. The difficulty for a regular employee was certainly different from that of a temporary worker—it might require some opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiao Feng also told Wei Ming that their dorm had two other roommates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, so we’re in a four-person dorm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What else would it be? You thought it was a two-person room?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming nodded. After all, Brother Qiao was a leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiao Feng added: “Not just a four-person dorm—it’s a basement.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Lü Xiaoyan got home from work, her husband and son were already there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ping was busy in the kitchen; today his wife had behaved so properly that he felt proud—on the way to the station, Wei Jiefang had kept praising him for marrying such a virtuous, capable wife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he took the initiative to cook to show his appreciation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Xi reached out his small hand: “Mom, I want to eat White Rabbit candy—I haven’t had any in a long time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lü Xiaoyan was about to speak with Wei Ping, but seeing her son walk straight into the trap, she pulled him over to her lap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How about I tell you a story first?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before her son could refuse, Lü Xiaoyan began—and Lele willingly snuggled closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Once upon a time, in a forest, there was a tiger—fierce and cruel, eating many small animals every day. No creature dared defy it. The small animals tried many ways to destroy it: monkeys used a saw to cut down the big tree in front of its den, hoping to trap it inside. But the tiger bit through the iron bars of its window and escaped—its teeth were too sharp…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, Xi Zi was a bit impatient—what was the point of a story when White Rabbit candy was so delicious?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his mother told it so vividly that he immediately pictured it, growing anxious and thinking: this tiger was truly powerful—what could be done?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then a red fox jumped out and laughed: ‘What’s so scary about a tiger? It’s just got sharp teeth—watch me…’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fox then offered the tiger a delicious food so addictive it was irresistible—sugar! This story, “The Tiger Without Teeth,” tells how the fox used sugar to rot the tiger’s teeth, turning it into a toothless beast that no longer threatened the forest. The original version was a 1985 animated short by the Shanghai Fine Arts Film Studio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming had thought of this short film precisely because of Wei Xi’s real-life problem: his love of sugar had caused tooth decay and pain—and he had written it all in one night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, after reading it, Lü Xiaoyan exclaimed: this was exactly the kind of fairy tale children should read—fun and educational.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond the surface meaning for children, adults could also interpret it as a warning against the “sugar-coated bullet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After showing it to other editors, everyone praised it—and no revisions were needed; the chief editor approved it immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, Wei Ming’s fairy tale had been accepted!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Lü Xiaoyan reached the end of the story, Wei Ping had already brought the dishes to the table and had listened for a while. He asked: “Is this one of the manuscripts you recently received? Good job—you can finally report progress.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lü Xiaoyan nodded, then asked Wei Xi: “Xi Zi, do you still want to eat White Rabbit candy now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing that the tiger had lost all its teeth, couldn’t eat sugar anymore, couldn’t even eat meat, and could only drink porridge, the four-year-old boy shook his head frantically: “Then… then I won’t eat any today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the little rascal had left himself an escape route, Lü Xiaoyan still smiled with great satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She then asked her husband: “Guess who wrote this fairy tale.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who? Chen Bochui or Sun Youjun?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both were famous children’s authors, both skilled at writing about animals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Bochui was more senior—he had once been deputy publisher of the Children’s Publishing House, and his masterpiece was “The Cat That Wanted to Fly.” His son, Professor Chen Jia’er, was Wei Ping’s colleague at Peking University, a giant in nuclear physics. Because of this connection, Lü Xiaoyan once wrote to Old Chen requesting a manuscript; he replied: “Next time, for sure.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Youjun was younger—he was Wei Ping’s senior from the Peking University Chinese Department, graduating in the 1950s, and had published works in Children’s Literature as early as the 1960s. His masterpieces were “The Adventures of Little Cloth Head” and later “The Wanderings of Little Bei.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through Wei Ping’s connections, Lü Xiaoyan’s first month at Children’s Literature brought her Sun Youjun’s comeback piece: “The Story of the Magic Brush and the Brush Cap.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, Teacher Sun became Lü Xiaoyan’s top target. Wei Ping even thought she had successfully squeezed out a second manuscript from Old Sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But normal writers wrote slowly—and so far, Sun had made no move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lü Xiaoyan shook her head, sat down at the table, and said proudly: “You’ll never guess—it was written by Xiao Ming!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah!” The father and son exclaimed together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lü Xiaoyan was delighted by their reactions and added: “And he wrote it all in one night. Our chief editor said it’s outstanding—no changes needed, and it could even be turned directly into an animated film for children.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ping said in disbelief: “Jiefang said Xiao Ming was good at Chinese, but I never imagined he’d be this good! So… he got accepted?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course—and we’re going to recommend him prominently.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ping asked: “How much is the manuscript fee?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought 18.5 yuan was too tight—Xiao Ming was already eighteen; if he wanted to date someone, it wouldn’t be enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Manuscript fees? Don’t expect much as a newcomer. But tomorrow I’ll meet Xiao Ming, as editor and author.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Wei Ming and Qiao Feng had arrived at the university’s south gate on Haidian Road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After entering the guardhouse, Brother Qiao greeted two guards, then opened a door with Wei Ming and descended a dim staircase into the basement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost all of Peking University’s guards lived here—there were several dorm rooms, one toilet, and one water room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiao Feng opened a door—the room was tiny, holding only two sets of bunk beds, one table, and four chairs. Two people were inside: one reading, one lifting dumbbells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Qiao Feng enter, both immediately stopped what they were doing and stood up to greet him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Qiao!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Qiao.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiao Feng briefly introduced the new arrival, Wei Ming, and introduced the others: “This muscular guy is Zhao Debiao—he trained at the Shichahai Sports School. This glasses-wearing bookworm is Mei Wenhua. Both are returned urban youths.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming understood—they were all temporary workers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1492,"2026-06-19T16:30:57.111Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","757f59f599375dd1fdf1116f48d228500b5f83f86c06acf24f2a0d22f9a7a7ac","rising-in-1979-chapter-8","rising-in-1979-chapter-6",509,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Frising-in-1979-cover.jpg"]