Save the Bachelor of Heaven

In the courtyard, Shui Hua whispered to Mai Miao.

In the room, Xiang Nan also had a good chat with Mr. Bai.

After entering the room, Xiang Nan first complimented Mr. Bai for giving up returning to the city, taking root in the mountain village education, and the spirit of selfless dedication.

Then I talked to him about the calligraphy and paintings hanging in the room, which were all written and drawn by Mr. Bai himself.

To be honest, compared with famous artists, it is not a little worse, at most it can be regarded as the level of calligraphy and painting lovers. But in Yongquan Village and even Haiji County, it is already considered pretty good.

"Mr. Bai, you are not bad at drawing. The leaves are very resembling~" Xiang Nan said with a smile.

Teacher Bai was taken aback when he heard that, "You know Xu Wei?!"

People in the mountains may occasionally hear stories and know that there is a talented man named Xu Wenchang. But there are very few people who know his name Xu Wei.

Not to mention that from his writing, it can be seen that he has seen Xu Wei's post, and he is not an ordinary person.

"When I was in junior high school, my Chinese teacher liked to write. I heard some of his explanations." Xiang Nan laughed. Take a guess."

"Oh, it's amazing, it's amazing." Teacher Bai said excitedly.

He has lived in Yongquan Village for more than ten years. Most of the people in the village are old men with little education and can't read a few big characters. Therefore, he wanted to talk about calligraphy and painting with them, basically playing the piano with cows. Now I finally have a bosom friend.

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Just as the two of them were chatting happily, Shui Hua walked in with Mai Miao.

"Shuihua, you married a good man. Yongfu, good!" Teacher Bai smiled at her.

"I know." Li Shuihua nodded with a smile.

"Dad, Brother Yongfu wrote an article and sold it for more than 1,700 yuan." Mai Miao also said enviously.

"What?!" Teacher Bai was equally astonished when he heard that.

Writing articles is already good enough, and it sold for more than 1,000 yuan, which is really amazing.

Not to mention Gangou Township, Haiji County might not be able to find a few such talents.

"Shui Hua, is this real?" Teacher Bai looked at Shui Hua and asked.

Shui Hua nodded with a smile.

"Oh, Yongfu, how are you!" Teacher Bai was immediately in awe of Xiang Nan, and he couldn't help admiring him.

"It's all inspired by the water splash." Xiang Nan smiled, "Mr. Bai, I think your story is also very meaningful. I want to write it into a novel, are you willing?"

"Is there anything to write?" Teacher Bai asked a little shyly.

"Yes, very much! You gave up the chance to go back to the city for the sake of the children in the mountains, and you have taught in this poor valley for more than ten years. You are happy in poverty, willing to give, and I think it is worthy of praise." Xiang Nan laughed.

"Not good, not good. There are many mountain village teachers in Xihaigu who are the same as Er, but Er is not the best." Teacher Bai said humbly.

Xiang Nan smiled, "Teacher Bai, that's it."

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After returning home from Yongquan Village, Xiang Nan began to think about writing Teacher Bai's deeds into a novel.

He conceived for two days before starting to write.

At the same time, the news about "Ann and Young Fu wrote an article and sold it for more than 1,700 yuan" also spread throughout the ten miles and eight villages in the past two days like a bird with wings. .

For a time, everyone admired, everyone admired!

Ernst \u0026 Young Fu's family and Li Laoshuan's family all went out with their heads held high and they didn't even look at the words.

The son (son-in-law) is promising, and he is a capable person. If the article can be sold for money, isn't that the Wenqu star descending to earth.

They are a family, naturally and proudly!

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However, Xiang Nan didn't make much fuss, and kept writing articles at home.

Shuihua originally wanted to work in the fields, so he was asked to stay at home.

"Let's not plant that land anymore, let's return it to our family." Xiang Nan persuaded her, "Farming the land is tiring and does not make money. It also exhausted the body and tanned the face. From now on, our family will rely on I just write articles and make money.”

"Then I don't work, what do I do at home?" Shui Hua asked suspiciously, "Just lie on the kang every day and act like a grandma?"

"Didn't I buy a lot of books, just read them." Xiang Nan said with a smile, "Increase some knowledge and broaden your knowledge."

Shui Hua thought for a while and nodded.

She doesn't know much, and she doesn't know much, so she should read more books.

...

Half a month later, "Monument" was finally completed. With a total of 134,000 words, it can be regarded as a novel.

The novel takes Teacher Bai as the prototype, and creates an image of a teacher who takes root in the mountain village and is selfless and dedicated.

After finishing writing, Xiang Nan showed it to Teacher Bai.

"You wrote the forehead too well. How can the forehead be so great." Teacher Bai felt embarrassed after reading it.

"Brother Yongfu, your article is really well written." After reading the article, Mai Miao couldn't stop admiring, "But, I always feel that your writing is not like my father."

"The prototype of the story is Teacher Bai, but I added some artistic processing." Xiang Nan explained, "Actually, Mai Miao, your father is really great.

How many people are eager to get out of the valley, but your father is willing to stay and teach elementary school for the sake of the children in the village. What a great dedication. There are few people who can do it. "

He knew that Mai Miao had been blaming her father for buying a charcoal stove and fuming her mother to death, so there was always a lump in her heart.

Hearing what he said, Mai Miao was thoughtful.

When Teacher Bai saw Xiang Nan's praise, he was also overwhelmed.

"Teacher Bai, I think you are such a great person." Xiang Nan said with a smile, "If you want any other opinions, I will send them."

He then sent the article to October magazine.

This magazine and "Harvest", "Contemporary" and "People's Literature" are listed as the four major periodicals of inland literature. Among them, "Contemporary", "October", and "People's Literature" are all realistic, but they are different from each other.

The writing style of "October" is more down-to-earth, while "Contemporary" and "People's Literature" are more sunny and snowy. As for "Harvest", it is the frontier of avant-garde literature, mainly publishing experimental literary works, which is not very suitable for Xiang Nan's style of writing.

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And for the past half month, Shuihua was reading at home.

She has mixed tastes in reading, and she likes to read classics, world masterpieces, and martial arts novels.

I especially like to read practical books on agricultural technology and fruit tree cultivation.

During this period, Mai Miao also came twice and borrowed some books to go home and read.

She was the same as Xiang Nan's heart disease before, it was because her spirit was too poor that she longed for books so much.

In addition, the sample issue of "Story Club" has also been sent.

On the day the sample was mailed, Secretary An discussed with Xiang Nan and wanted to offer the book to the ancestral hall.

"Our Kushui Village has not produced a single scholar for hundreds of years. Now that Yong Fu'er's article has been published in such a big publication, it is a glorious thing. This must be known to the ancestors." An Zhishu said .

Although Xiang Nan thought it was a bit funny to offer this "Story Club" to the ancestral hall, he could understand the feelings of the old branch secretary.

For so many years, Kushui Village has not produced capable people, and now one has finally emerged. Although it is nothing in the whole country, it is considered remarkable in Gangou Township.

"Okay, branch secretary, let it go." Xiang Nan donated "Story Club".

It's a pity that he hasn't opened it yet, and he hasn't seen the effect of his article being printed in lead type.

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