Chapter 9 Publish ()

Wang Xiaoming spent half a month to memorize the Xinhua Dictionary. Because he had mastered thousands of commonly used characters, all he needed to memorize was some rare Chinese characters. Originally, one week was enough, but he felt that sharpening a knife would not know how to chop wood, and he did his basic skills solidly, which would be of great help to future study and writing. So he spent an extra week to consolidate his memory.

Facts have proved that it is definitely very cost-effective to spend an extra week on Wang Xiaoming, because he consolidated his memory. From then on, Wang Xiaoming got rid of his dependence on dictionaries. In every Chinese test, he never missed the Chinese character wrong-chosen questions in front of the test paper.

"It's finally done." When Wang Xiaoming closed the last page of the dictionary, Teacher Zhang also announced that school was over today.

"What does it mean to get it done?" Wang Yu, who is at the same table, doesn't understand Wang Xiaoming's "vanguard" word very much.

"It means it's OK to get it done." Wang Xiaoming began to pack his schoolbag and took out his homework book at the same time.

"What does OK mean?" In his previous life, Wang Xiaoming knew that a three-year-old child might know what "ok" means, but now Wang Yu is seven years old, but he has never even heard of the simplest English.

"It's just good." Wang Xiaoming had nothing to say. Many classmates have regarded themselves as idols during this period, which is not a good phenomenon for Wang Xiaoming. He warned himself that he must be careful of his words and deeds.

You should know that after school every day, Wang Xiaoming tells some students stories about Journey to the West, which makes some students admire him very much. Moreover, the new words that pop up from him from time to time also make some students envious. In this case, Wang Xiaoming's "fame" in the class cannot be too high.

"That……"

"If you ask again, I will ignore you in the future." Wang Xiaoming was about to leave. Who is this? He still has to ask!

"What I actually want to ask is, can the story I told today be longer?" Wang Yu asked naughtyly. In fact, he is older than Wang Xiaoming and taller than Wang Xiaoming, but now he has completely become Wang Xiaoming's follower. Wang Xiaoming asked him to go east, but he will never go west.

But this is also good, Wang Xiaoming was relieved of two things. One was on duty and the other was homework. As long as it was Wang Xiaoming's turn, Wang Yu would take care of these two things.

"Okay, I'll talk about one more chapter today." Wang Xiaoming said. If it weren't for his knowledge, Wang Yu wouldn't have said anything to him. Now Wang Yu and Wang Xiaoming are completely lost, as if Wang Xiaoming is seven years old, and Wang Yu is only five years old. He listens to Wang Xiaoming in everything. It seems that knowledge is power, and this is not false at all.

Now Wang Xiaoming is not telling a story like he did at the beginning. He went home while telling it. When he got home, he also represented the temporary end of the story. They found a place next to a hole under the railway that divided Wangjia Village into two.

Here we also need to introduce the terrain of Wangjia Village. Wangjia Village is surrounded by mountains and water, and the scenery is beautiful. There is a mountain ridge on the back of Wangjia Village, and a river on the south. On both sides of the river are the farmland of Wangjia Village. In the middle of Wangjia Village, there is a railway passing by, dividing Wangjia Village into two.

There is a very small railway station in Santang Town. The railway station is more than five miles away from Wangjia Village. There is no road leading to the outside of Wangjia Village yet. The villagers have to pull anything and can only pull things to the road closest to Wangjia Village, and then walk more than one mile to pick it up. This is true whether it is the bricks and tiles for building houses or the grain sent out. However, because that highway just passes through that railway, people in Wangjia Village can walk along both sides of the railway when they go out, which is the only affordable benefit Wangjia Village gets.

To the north of the railway is the village where Wangjia Village lives at the foot of the mountain, while the south is full of farmland. The place Wang Xiaoming and others chose was a small hole under the railway, where there was a channel built by Wangjia Village to the river. It was said that it was a channel, but there was actually no water, because the village has dug two public wells and there is no need to go to this channel to get water, so slowly this channel began to be abandoned.

Wang Xiaoming and the others like to go there very much. Sometimes when the train comes, they get into the hole and listen to the rumbling sound of the train wheels on their heads, which makes them feel very thrilling.

"I'll announce a news. Wang Xiaoming said it today, and I'll talk about it one more chapter." As soon as I arrived, Wang Yu immediately released the inside information he knew.

"The old rules, let's tell stories after finishing homework first." Wang Xiaoming said. Although his homework is given to Wang Yu, as long as he comes to listen to his story, Wang Yu will ask them to finish the homework assigned by the teacher before telling stories. Now his audience has grown from four or five people at the beginning to ten people at the moment. In addition to the eight people in his class, two of them are from the second grade.

Wang Xiaoming's words were absolutely true to them, and Wang Xiaoming also got temporary free time. He sat on the cement protection road beside the canal, silently thinking about his thoughts.

In the past half month, although Wang Xiaoming only did one thing every day, he was conceiving his own novel when he couldn't sleep at night. Wang Xiaoming had decided to write martial arts novels, and also set the time when the story took place in the Qing Dynasty.

Originally, Wang Xiaoming didn't like the Qing Dynasty very much, but who had let himself read too many Qing Palace novels in his previous life? From Nurhaci to Dorgon to Kangxi to Yongzheng to Qianlong to Jiaqing to Guangxu Cixi, almost every Qing Dynasty emperor was brought to the TV screen. Besides, there were many people about the Qing Dynasty. When it was very, very difficult to query information, Wang Xiaoming had no choice but to choose this historical period that he was more familiar with.

"Wang Xiaoming, I have finished my homework and yours." Wang Yu handed him over his homework books and Wang Xiaoming's homework books, and the others' homework was also done, and he handed them over to Wang Xiaoming for inspection one by one.

"Okay, what I want to talk about today is Zhu Bajie carrying his wife..." Wang Xiaoming said slowly as he looked at everyone's earnest gaze.

"Dad, can you give me an envelope and stamp?" A month and a half later, Wang Xiaoming finally completed his new work. In order to get a backup, he used copy paper when writing novels. The original manuscript was prepared to be kept in his hand and sent out the copy.

"You want to write a letter?" After several months of self-study and practical work, Wang Kun was able to take on the new position of Wangjia Village Accountant. However, his problems followed one after another. Wangjia Village decided to run a village enterprise, and he served as deputy factory director and accountant, and his affairs began to increase.

"I wrote something and planned to send it to the magazine." Wang Xiaoming confessed that he could hide the fact that he wrote a novel, but if he wanted to receive the royalties, the family would not be able to hide it.

"What did you write?" Wang Kun asked in surprise.

"A novel." Wang Xiaoming said that his novel plan is 400,000 words, and now he only wrote the first one of 100,000 words, which is definitely enough for the magazine's serialization.

"What novels are you writing at your age? You just need to study well now, and don't write messy things like novels. It seems that you have read too many miscellaneous books!" Wang Kun was not as surprised as Wang Xiaoming expected. Instead, he was very angry. His understanding is that he is good at learning mathematics, physics and chemistry, and he is not afraid of traveling all over the world. Will there be a future for writing novels at a young age?

"But I have already written it, just send it out. Besides, if I publish it, can I still get the royalties?" Wang Xiaoming said.

"I think you have too much free time. I was too busy some time ago. I think you can learn junior high school mathematics first in the future." Wang Kun said.

Wang Xiaoming didn't expect that things would be like this. He just wanted an envelope stamp, but he didn't expect that his father wanted to put a burden on him. He was only five years old and wanted to learn the content of junior high school, but he could think of it.

But the novel has been written. Since it cannot be clearly mentioned, it can only be taken away by wisdom. After Wang Kun went out, Wang Xiaoming found an envelope and stamp in the drawer of his desk, wrote the address of the novel monthly magazine and voted it out. Of course, he could not use his own name. At home, only his parents are adults, and only they are qualified to go to the post office to collect money. Since his father does not support him, Wang Xiaoming wrote his mother's name.

As for the author's pseudonym, Wang Xiaoming thought of it casually, just called "Xiaoke". In his novels, "Xiaoke" appears very frequently, and it is usually called by some sour scholars. Besides, this name also looks like a man. If the three words Chen Shuzhen are really regarded as the author's name, it may not be acceptable to some readers. They generally do not think that women can write good martial arts novels. Besides, this is indeed the case.
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