"Don't you want to publish an article to explain your real thoughts on publishing that article?"

"Well..." Lin Chaoyang frowned in thought, "It's not impossible, I can still earn writing fees."

Tao Yushu patted his forehead speechlessly, "Look at your potential."

"Didn't you say that before?" Lin Chaoyang's words left Tao Yushu speechless.

Okay, she admits it.

When it comes to earning royalties, both of them seem to be a bit obsessed.

At the end of August, Lin Chaoyang received the manuscript letter and fee slip from "People's Literature".

His novel will be officially published in the eighth issue of "People's Literature" in 1979. The full text is 72,000 words, and the manuscript fee for 1,000 words is 7 yuan. The total royalties are 504 yuan, which is the largest single manuscript fee since Lin Chaoyang started writing.

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Lin Chaoyang and his wife were very happy to have an extra 500 yuan in income.

What is even more gratifying is that within two days, the few articles submitted by Tao Yushu also received replies.

During this period, criticisms of "The Inevitable Rise and Decline of Scar Literature" were coming and going in the literary circles, but they had little impact on Lin Chaoyang.

Although there are always some people who can't hold back their temper and turn their anger on "Xu Lingjun", most people can still talk things through.

Occasionally, when colleagues see articles like this, they will use them to tease Lin Chaoyang, but he doesn't care and analyzes the strengths and weaknesses of the article with great interest.

His calm demeanor impressed many colleagues around him. Many people asked themselves that if this kind of thing happened to them, they might not be able to be as relaxed and open-minded as Lin Chaoyang.

A son-in-law who can be a professor is indeed no ordinary person.

Not only is the novel written well, but the mind and layout alone are not something that ordinary people can match.

Lin Chaoyang didn't know that the criticism from the outside world had actually gained him a lot of good reputation in the library.

But compared with his leisurely life, Tao Yushu was much busier. Stimulated by those critical articles, she was so inspired that she wrote five articles in a row and submitted them. Now, more than half a month has passed, and she has actually received a reply.

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First, "China Youth Daily" published her "Where does "Scar Literature" headed by emotional value lead?", and then "Hebei Literature and Art" published her "Aesthetic Limitations and Historical Mirror of Scar Literature".

Before the start of school, Tao Yushu had already received two letters of acceptance. He scored two out of five, which was an impressive success rate for Tao Yushu, who was still in college.

Not only did she get angry at Lin Chaoyang being scolded, but she also got angry at being ignored.

There are obviously two people who signed the name, but these people only singled out one person for scolding. Are they blind?

Tao Yushu received the manuscript fee bills from two publications one after another, one was twelve yuan, the other was twenty-four yuan, adding up to thirty-six yuan, plus the publication and publication fees for the previous review of "Wrangler"

, before he knew it, Tao Yushu had already earned 70 yuan in royalties this year.

But this is still far from the goal she set in front of Lin Chaoyang. For three hundred yuan, it would take more than a dozen reviews just to write it.

The publication of articles one after another greatly stimulated Tao Yushu's desire to create. Every day when he got home, he would write and write. Even the initial resentment towards those critical articles gradually subsided, and was replaced by the enthusiasm for publishing articles and receiving royalties.

Pursue.

That night, Tao Yushu was still writing at his desk.

Lin Chaoyang glanced at the time, it was already half past nine in the evening.

He lay sideways on the bed and said in a somewhat resentful tone: "Yushu, it's time to go to bed!"

"You go to sleep first." Tao Yushu replied to him without raising his head.

"well!"

Lin Chaoyang sighed heavily. He never expected that the biggest impact on him from the idle and critical articles outside would be on his married life.

"It's too late, it's already half past nine." Lin Chaoyang reminded again.

Tao Yushu raised his head and glanced, "Ten o'clock, go to bed at ten o'clock."

Seeing that she was so obsessed with creation, Lin Chaoyang was too embarrassed to disturb her and could only wait until ten o'clock.

Tao Yu put down her pen without finishing her writing. As soon as she lay down on the bed, Lin Chaoyang's hand touched her shoulder.

"I knew you were doing it to vent my anger on your man, but those who didn't know thought you were just trying to earn royalties."

Hearing this, Tao Yushu instinctively felt guilty, frowned, and spoke righteously.

"I can't bear to see these people bullying you!"

Lin Chaoyang knew Tao Yushu too well after sharing the same bed for so long, and what he said just now was just a joke.

Seeing Tao Yushu's reaction, he couldn't help but smile.

"Yeah, these people just think I'm honest, and they're so bullying! Thanks to my wife, who stepped in and turned the tide."

His tone was relaxed, without any hint of bitterness about being bullied, which made Tao Yushu roll his eyes.

"You are the most heartless person in this family!"

"I don't agree with what you said. Where did you put your eldest brother?"

The couple said bad things about their uncle behind his back, and Tao Yushu couldn't help laughing, "I say these witty words all day long."

"Then let's stop making wisecracks and take some practical actions." Lin Chaoyang came forward with a smile.

At night, I can't see my fingers.

The bed frame shook rhythmically like the rhythm of darkness. Suddenly, the man's belly was grabbed and squeezed.

The shaking of the bed frame stopped immediately, and the man tensed up, "What are you doing?"

"Have you gained weight recently?"

"No!" The man ignored the ring of fat on his belly.

The woman said nothing and the bed frame continued to shake until late at night.

Early the next morning, Lin Chaoyang was walking towards the library, preparing to go to work.

Unexpectedly, the conversation last night broke into his mind again. He lowered his head and pinched the flesh on his stomach.

Are you fat?

It must be because I have been busy writing recently, all for the sake of this family!

He comforted himself in this way, and when he walked near the library, he saw a thin and bumpy figure to the east.

"Uncle Zhu, you are really good at weathering the storm!"

Lin Chaoyang and Zhu Guangqian ran side by side and took the initiative to chat.

Boss Lao Zhu glanced at him, closed his mouth tightly, and had no intention of answering.

It seems that the old man is really afraid of getting angry.

Lin Chaoyang didn't speak anymore, and the two ran for about twenty minutes. He glanced at his watch and saw that it was almost time to open the library, so he hurried towards the library.

Running with Mr. Zhu was just a whim. He was rejected by his wife last night, which gave him a sense of crisis.

These days, soft food is not so delicious. What women want is not only his talent, but also his delicious body.

Alas, insatiable greed!

However, he had to admit that during the year he came to Yanjing, his life had indeed been a little too comfortable, without even any decent physical work.

Looking for books every day and picking them up is a bit tedious, but it’s not too tiring. The only thing that is more tiring is probably looking for books, which is basically only once or twice a quarter.

He used to arrive at the gym twenty minutes early every day. Today, when he saw Mr. Zhu exercising in all weathers, he had an idea in his mind.

From now on, he also uses this time before going to work to run.

A man’s dignity cannot be lost!

In September, the Yanda campus, which had been empty for the whole summer vacation, became lively again. People were coming and going on the campus, and it was very lively.

Lin Chaoyang was working at the front desk of the library desk that day, and Liu Zhenyun, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, came over.

"Morning sun!"

"Zhenyun, come to borrow a book?"

Liu Zhenyun handed Lin Chaoyang some call cards, and he registered the information first. Liu Zhenyun said, "I read your novel."

"Which one?"

Lin Chaoyang published two novels this year, one was "Little Shoes" published in "Yanjing Literature and Art" in May, and the other was published in "People's Literature" in late August.

"Of course it's the one called "Wreaths Under the Mountain"!"

"Oh, that one."

Lin Chaoyang had a calm expression on his face. For some reason, Liu Zhenyun had the urge to punch him.

"It's amazing to be published on the front page of "People's Literature"!" Although he thought Lin Chaoyang was a pretentious criminal, Liu Zhenyun still said sincerely.

"Thank you. It's just a coincidence. The army appreciates it more."

"The army?" Liu Zhenyun didn't know why Lin Chaoyang mentioned the army, and what writing a novel had to do with the army.

Lin Chaoyang did not hide it and explained to him truthfully. Liu Zhenyun sighed: "I'm still wondering, how can you write a novel about war and military themes if you are so good? That's it."
To be continued...