Chapter 71

Lao Lao Lao Wei's words made Xu Shufen very shy. She, who was doing needlework, tapped Lao Lao Lao Wei a few times.

"What's there to write about, don't be ashamed~"

"What's the matter, I'll tell you two, I was picking a bird's nest in a tree at that time, your grandmother ran over to find me and asked if I wanted a wife. At that time, your uncle went to the county town to go to school, and no one played with me. I thought, if you give it to me, I'll take it..."

Her mother's face became redder and redder, but she didn't stop Wei Jiefang. That period of time was her most beautiful memory.

She didn't know what love was. She only knew that she had married a good man. If he had a bite to eat, he would never let her go hungry.

She only knew that she had given birth to such a good pair of children. Although her son's schooling wasn't good, he was a literary genius, and her daughter was the top of the grade every time, so she didn't have to worry at all.

Following Lao Lao Lao Wei's narration, Wei Ming suddenly knew what his next novel would be about.

It's just that their love story alone was a bit monotonous. He felt he could add some other popular elements.

For example, the male protagonist is an old rightist, and has a father abroad, and is super rich, suddenly coming back to find him, wanting to take him abroad to live, and has hundreds of millions of assets for him to inherit.

That night, Wei Ming wrote a new title on the letter paper.

Donkeys had been written about, cows had been written about, and ducks had been written about. This time, let's write about a "horse."

The moon on the sixteenth was very round, which could best evoke the longing for distant relatives. I wonder if those overseas travelers are also thinking about their relatives left in the motherland at this moment.

Early the next morning, Lao Lao Lao Wei hitched a horse cart, ready to send his son to the station and his daughter to school.

Wei Ming smiled: "Aren't you afraid that Zhao Chunlai will say you used public office for private gain."

Lao Lao Lao Wei hummed: "High school starts today, there are several students in the village, if I don't send them, who will? If Zhao Chunlai can't stand it, let his eldest daughter walk to the county town."

Although the brigade also had a tractor, that obviously had a bigger use. It was still cheaper to use mules and horses.

Lao Lao Lao Wei turned around in the village, and there were five or six students on the cart, including Zhao Zhaodi.

Wei Hong chattered and recited Wei Ming's poems to everyone, saying that they could be used when writing essays.

The possibility of the two characters "Ideal" appearing in high school essays was too high. Even if the theme wasn't this, it wouldn't be a problem to pull it in.

"Wei Hong, speak slower, I can't remember." Smart classmates had already started taking notes.

Wei Hong took out her notebook proudly: "You guys copy it yourselves, return it to me when you get to school."

Once in the city, it was the county middle school. Wei Jiefang dropped off the students first, then sent his son.

As a result, before Wei Hong and the others left, they saw a young man wearing glasses accelerate his bike and stop beside them.

"Xiao Ming, is it Xiao Ming!"

Everyone called out "Teacher Zang" in unison.

Teacher Zang was Wei Hong's head teacher and also Wei Ming's Chinese teacher.

Teacher Zang looked at Wei Ming, whom he hadn't seen for more than two months, and then performed an adult etiquette with him.

He held Wei Ming's hand: "Welcome back to your alma mater. Come in and sit for a while. The principal and the director miss you very much!"

Wei Ming smiled: "Teacher Zang, I miss you all very much too, but time waits for no one. I have to catch the bus, let's talk for a while here."

"Oh my, that's a pity. But I've already read your novel in 'Wen Hui Bao.' After reading Wei Hong's essay, I thought you were focusing on the field of children's literature. I didn't expect you to write such a sharp reform literature masterpiece!"

"Ah, essay? What essay?"

"The one 'My Brother is a Writer'," saying this, Teacher Zang looked at Wei Hong, "Wei Hong, your understanding of your brother is still not comprehensive enough. Write another one later."

Wei Hong nodded vigorously. She had long been unable to suppress the desire to write a brand-new upgraded "My Brother is a Writer 2.0"!

"By the way, Xiao Ming, did you really go to Shanghai?"

"Hmm, went to stay for a few days."

"No wonder you wrote it so immersively. But what did you go there for, so far away?" Teacher Zang was a bit curious, because in Wei Hong's essay, it was written that her brother's main job was to protect the safety of all teachers and students at Peking University.

Wei Ming: "I submitted a novella to 'Harvest,' and was called over to revise the text."

"Har, 'Harvest'!" Teacher Zang stuttered, his face full of disbelief. To tell the truth, as a Chinese teacher, he had also submitted manuscripts, but at most, he submitted to local newspapers in Hebei, and even then, he was rejected nine times out of ten.

He felt that only when he had a certain strength would he consider provincial literary journals like "Hebei Literature."

And his student had actually been recognized by "Harvest," which had the highest status in the literary palace!

"Then, have you met Ba Lao?" Teacher Zang asked with difficulty hiding his excitement.

Wei Ming: "I have. He even gave me a novel with his autograph!"

Other classmates also looked over in shock. Is it the Ba Lao of Lu, Guo, Mao, Ba, Lao, Cao?!

The shocked people also included Wei Hong. You didn't tell me this part, Brother, you are too low-key!

Looking at the time, it was indeed about time. Before leaving, Wei Ming finally told Old Zang: "I brought some study materials and test papers from famous schools in Haidian for Xiao Hong. Teacher Zang, you and the other subject teachers take a look. If you think they are useful, share them with the classmates."

"Oh my, this, this is too good!" Teacher Zang held Wei Ming's hand tightly again, "I didn't expect you to keep the alma mater in mind. You really have a heart!"

Wei Hong also enjoyed the grateful looks from her classmates. She would be able to walk sideways in the future.

Wei Ming had told her about this problem last night. With her grades, her classmates wouldn't pose a threat to her at all. Her real opponents were the masters of the whole province, students from Shijiazhuang No. 1 and No. 2 Middle Schools, Xinjie Middle School, and Wuyi Middle School.

After saying these words, Wei Ming finally said goodbye to Teacher Zang and the others and got on his father's horse cart.

Until the horse cart turned the corner, Teacher Zang withdrew his gaze and said to Wei Hong: "There is no limit to the number of words in the essay. Write it well and I'll post it for you."

!

The corner of Wei Hong's mouth hooked up. Now her creative desire was almost unstoppable.

Wei Jiefang watched the bus to Hengzhou leave before driving the cart back to the village.

On the way, he went to a brick factory in the neighboring commune. He wanted to order a batch of bricks to build a west room. Since it was for his son to live in, it had to be built well.

And then there was wood, which could be solved in the village.

It was about noon when Wei Jiefang returned to the village. When entering the village, he met a sedan car. His horse cart was in front, and the sedan car was behind.

The road was too narrow, and the sedan car could only follow behind at a reduced speed. Once they entered the village, the horse cart was immediately overtaken.

Looking at the fast-moving sedan car, Wei Jiefang thought to himself, compared to a sedan car, a motorcycle isn't much. I don't know if I'll have a chance to drive a sedan car in this life.

However, before long, this sedan car actually stopped at his door after circling the village.

A middle-aged man wearing glasses got out of the car and asked: "Is this Comrade Wei Ming's house?"

"Yes, who are you?" Wei Jiefang and Xu Shufen greeted them together.

The middle-aged man was about to speak, when another person clumsily jumped out from the other side of the car. It was Accountant Jia from the village.

He said excitedly: "Brother Jiefang, this is Comrade Wang Shunchen, the deputy commissioner in charge of culture and education in our Hengzhou region!"

Xu Shufen asked in a low voice: "What kind of official is a deputy commissioner?"

Wei Jiefang replied in a low voice: "To let Jia Saner call me brother, I estimate he's a bigger official than the county revolutionary director."

Then Lao Lao Lao Wei smiled and said: "Commissioner, you came at an inconvenient time. My son has already left. Do you have something to find him for?"

"Left? Is that so? What a pity. Actually, I didn't have anything special to come for. I just passed by Heng River and wanted to meet Wei Ming, this young talent. It's a pity we missed each other."

Accountant Jia hurriedly said: "Do you want to chase him back now?"

Wei Jiefang and Commissioner Wang frowned at the same time. Commissioner Wang waved his hand: "If we are destined, we will meet. Old brother, sister-in-law, then we won't disturb you."

Wei Jiefang's brow furrowed even deeper. Am I very old?

After Commissioner Wang left, Accountant Jia still surrounded Wei Jiefang, calling him brother. Only then did he truly see what kind of strength Wei Ming had now.

Actually, there was no strength, just some fame.

To not be lonely on the journey, Wei Ming bought a few newspapers at the bus station. When he opened a copy of "Guangming Daily," he actually saw a comment about "Duck First" on the third page.

"People's Daily" and "Guangming Daily," the two major newspaper giants, actually reported on his novel!

Although it was mainly to encourage unemployed youth to seek their own way out through this novel, the combined circulation of these newspapers, plus "Wen Hui Bao" + "China Youth Daily" + "Guangming Daily" + "People's Daily," and several small newspapers, was estimated to be in the tens of millions, covering a readership of tens of millions!

With such a huge flow of traffic, Wei Ming had a feeling that he might be about to become popular!

(End of chapter)