The three brothers followed the bullock cart and walked slowly. Because they were pulling dung back, the three brothers did not dare to sit on it again. Firstly, they were afraid that the oxen would be tired, and secondly, they were afraid of flying dung.

Along the way, people in the village cast envious and jealous looks.

"Awu, your three brothers are so awesome. They brought in a truck full of manure in one morning," production team leader Li Junli said with a smile.

"Uncle, it's Awen who is great. He knows people from the state-owned hotel, and through some connections, the feces in their toilet happened to be left undisposed, so we quickly cleaned it up," Li Wu said with a smile.

"Awesome, all the hotel leaders in Awen Town know each other. I underestimated you before," Li Junli said to Li Wen with a smile.

"Uncle Junli, you don't have to think too highly of me. I am your nephew and I am a junior. You manage the entire production team. Our village has not suffered much losses due to famine in the past few years. You have contributed a lot," Li Wen said with a smile.

Li Junli was very happy. Many nearby villages had suffered heavy population losses in recent years, but the unity of the people in Sanxing Village, coupled with his tight focus on production and food control, made Sanxing Village the best in the entire town.

It's okay to hear praises from peers or elders. Today, he felt happy to hear praises from the younger generation.

"Okay, okay, you guys work hard, the future development of our Sanxing Village will depend on you, the younger generation," Li Junli smiled and left.

The three brothers placed the dung buckets in the dung yard, returned the cart and returned home.

"You have to wash yourself well when you go back. The weather is hot in summer and the excrement smells really bad. Don't say Awen can't stand it. I've been doing this for several years and I can't stand it anymore." Li Wu took off his coat and put it on his shoulders, laughing.

"Don't worry, there's another trip in the afternoon. You'll have to change after you wash it off and go home," Li Quan said with a smile.

"Brother Wenzi, I have your mail," Li Qiang, who was all the way next door, shouted and waved to Li and Wen.

"Okay, you heard me, I'll come right away," Li Wen knew that the reply from the newspaper should have arrived, so he hurried towards Li Qiang.

"Xiaoqiang, where's the letter," Li Wen said.

"Brother Wenzi, the postman is at your door. Wenhu and the others were playing at the entrance of the village. The postman asked me where your home was, so I hurried to find you. Wenhu and the others took the postman to your home," Li Qiang panted.

road.

"Xiaoqiang, that's good. It deserves praise. I'll go to my brother's house to eat some sweets later," Li Wen said with a smile.

"Okay, I will also go to your house to see what the postman has sent you. My uncle sometimes sent me delicious food in the past," Li Qiang said with a smile.

"Let's go together then," Li Wen smiled and did not refuse.

"Hello, Master Postman, I am Li Wen. Do you have my mail, right?" Li Wen asked.

"Well, hello, the postman shook hands with Li Wen. You have two pieces of mail in total. Please sign for them," the postman said with a smile.

Li Wen took the mail, signed it, thanked the postman, and let him drink water at home. After all, it was very hard for people to run around delivering mail on a hot day.

"Comrade Li Wen, you are so awesome. These two emails are from the Beijing Youth Daily and the other from the Provincial People's Daily. It seems that you are a great writer." The postman delivering the emails must know what these units are.

, said with a smile.

"No, no, I just graduated from junior high school. I have submitted articles to the county production newspaper before. This time I tried submitting to these two famous journals. I don't know the results yet," Li Wen said with a smile.

The two exchanged pleasantries for a few more words, and Li Wen saw the postman off.

"Awen, you have written an article," the second sister Li Xiaoxia ran over happily.

"Open it quickly and see what it says," Li Xiaoxia said anxiously.

"Xiaoxia, I see how anxious you are. It's not like you wrote the article," the second uncle said with a smile while lying on the couch.

Li Wen first opened the letter from the China Youth Daily, and saw a letter and a newspaper inside. Li Wen took it out and opened it. Something fell down, and Li Xiaoxia hurriedly picked it up.

"Uncle, Dad, look at the money order, it says eighteen yuan and six dollars on it," Li Xiaoxia said in surprise.

Li Wen opened the letter. On it was a reply to Li Wen from the editor of the Youth Daily.

Hello, comrade "Warm Sun in Spring", I am Panda, the editor of the Youth Daily. I can see every word as I see it, which means that you have received a reply from our agency. The concept of your novel is very novel, and the science and technology in the story are very impressive.

I am very impressed by your forward-looking thinking. On behalf of the Youth Daily, I would like to request a manuscript from you. Since you are a new author, your remuneration will be set at six yuan per thousand words at first. You can increase it later as appropriate. Next, I will talk about some subtleties.

His words were nothing more than an invitation to write a manuscript.

Li Wen wrote more than 3,100 words for the first time, so he got the answer after mailing more than 18 yuan from the Youth Newspaper.

Ignoring his family, Li Wen opened the second email, which was from the Provincial People's Daily magazine.

Open the letter. Inside is a letter, a newspaper, a money order, and a two-pound meat stamp. This is good. Open the letter.

Dear author of "Apathy": "I am Xiaoxiao, the editor of the Provincial People's Magazine. We have accepted your work. Your realist description of rural people's love for life has moved our entire newspaper office. On behalf of the Provincial People's Magazine, I

The magazine has asked you to write a manuscript, and your manuscript fee is six yuan per thousand words. It may be difficult to understand your life through your prose. On behalf of the Provincial People's Magazine, I only provide you with two kilograms of meat coupons. I hope you can supplement your nutrition and create better works.

"Works," followed by some pleasantries.

"The People's Magazine of this province is very humane," Li Wen said with emotion as he put away the letter. The manuscript fee was fifteen yuan and two pounds of pork stamps. Yes, Li Wen was very happy today, which proved that he had opened up the path to literature in this era.

"Awen, you are so awesome. You can sit at home and write two articles and earn more than 33 yuan, as well as two pounds of meat coupons. Now that guy Zhang Qian dares to look down on me. My younger brother is a writer, and my second sister Li Xiaoxia gets

Sedao.

Li Xiaoxia went to a primary school, but couldn't get into it, so she came back to help the family.

She has a friend in the village next door. She was just assigned to a technical secondary school this year. During the internship, her monthly salary is 27.5, and if she becomes a full-time employee, her salary is 37.5. Some time ago, Li Xiaoxia went to visit her during the holiday and was ridiculed, saying that she and them

Li Xiaoxia, whose family was uneducated, was so angry that she went home and cried all day. Today she saw that Li Wen earned dozens of dollars for writing two articles, but she was extremely happy.

"Sister, this time I have given you a lot of prestige. Next time I will write an article criticizing the plastic sisterhood between you and Zhang Qian," Li Wen said with a smile.

"Write both of our names," Li Xiaoxia said angrily, making her infamous.

"That's not okay. If a dog bites someone, we can't bite it too. Then I will write an article criticizing this kind of friendship," which makes people like her feel condemned in their hearts.

"Awen, are you ready to write in the future?" Father took a puff of dry cigarette and said with a smile.

"Dad, when this period of time is over, I do plan to specialize in writing. However, after I turn sixteen next year, I want to find a more relaxed job. Then I can write and work at the same time. The income will be higher and my life will be better.

Better.”

"Yes, it is more stable to have a job. As long as you don't make mistakes, you can live in the government for the rest of your life," his mother, Wang Chunmei, answered.

"But it is indeed possible to find a lighter job. Then you can still write. The income from writing is really high," Wang Chunmei praised.

Only then did Li Wen see a dozen children standing in the yard, staring at him. He stood up and gave the little guy a handful of candies.

Within one meal, the news that Li Wen had become a great writer spread throughout Sanxing Village, and the village committee officials also came and took away the newspaper in Li Wen's hand.

During the entire lunch time, there was an endless stream of people coming and going at Li Wen's house, which was busier than the market.

"Our Awen has completely become a celebrity," the second aunt Cui Yanzi said with a smile.

"You guys should learn from your brother Awen in the future. See how your brother earns dozens of dollars just by writing an article. This is better than working at work. If you go to school and make mischief again, see if I don't beat you to death," the second uncle was saying.

Using Li Wen as an example, he taught the two boys who had just returned from the wild outside.

This time he got a pot of gold through writing, and then he waited for the spring breeze to blow and send him straight to the blue clouds.

After having lunch and resting for more than an hour, Li Wen took out the manuscripts he had stored in his space and prepared to send them to town on the way.

"Let's go, eldest brother. When the second brother goes to town, I'll treat you to a soda," Li Wen said with a smile.

"Okay, you are now a rich man, richer than our father," the eldest brother Li Wu said with a smile.

The three of them arrived at the door of a non-staple food store in the town. Li Wen ran over and bought three bottles of ice-cold soda. After drinking a bottle of Sanmao, he could get another five cents back by returning the bottle.

After taking a sip of ice-cold soda, several people felt instantly refreshed.

Li Wen tasted that there was still a certain gap between the current ice-cold soda and the taste of later generations. The taste was relatively bland and the gas was strong. However, for today's people, drinking a bottle of ice-cold soda in summer is already very delicious.

Li Wen's space warehouse actually stores thousands of soda drinks, but he usually can't take them out in the village, so he can only enjoy them secretly in his space.

After drinking the soda, Li Wen returned the bottles with ten bottles in his backpack, ready to take them home for his family to taste.

When they arrived at the hotel, Zhang Xia was not there, so Li Wen said hello to Lao Wu, who was sitting and resting in the front hall, and went into the backyard.

He opened the courtyard door and let the two brothers go pick up the feces, while he came to the courtyard to collect water, preparing to flush the toilet and clean it to leave a good impression. Even if he was not around, other family members would come to the state-owned hotel in the future.

Very welcome.

In this way, the two brothers were picking up the excrement in the back, and Li Wen was cleaning in the front. After they finished picking up the excrement, Li Wen took the water and started to wash the toilet.

After more than two hours, the toilet looked brand new and the smell was gone.

Li Wen said hello to Uncle Wu and left the state-owned hotel.

"Brother, you two go back first, I'll go to the post office to send a letter," Li Wen looked at Li Wu and said.

It was already five o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived at the post office, and the post office was about to close.

Li Wen hurried over and said, "Comrade, buy me ten stamps from within the province and five oil stamps from outside the province, and help me exchange these two money orders."

The post office clerk was a girl in her twenties. She took the money order and looked at it, "Yo! You are still an author, and the royalties are good," Li Wen said with a smile.

"Comrade, shush, keep your voice down, I don't want people to know," Li Wen said, raising his finger.

"I see, you little guy is quite humble," the girl cashed the money order into cash, deducted the stamp money and handed it to Li Wen.

Thank you, bye, Li Wen waved to the post office staff.
Chapter completed!