The Burden of the 00s (6)

At that time, the post office still delivered letters faster than a snail, but not much faster.

So the letter arrived at the post office when school started.

The little girl who had helped Duan Qingen was now influential in the post office. Every time she chatted with others, she would mention that she had helped Duan Qingen submit his manuscripts.

Occasionally, when Wang Xiuhong came to help her son check if there were any letters, she would be a little nicer to the girl and speak politely, which would make her happy for the whole day.

When she talked about it with others, she would say that the mother of the great writer was especially polite to me!

During this period, most people's respect for intellectuals was something that later generations could not imagine.

Because this period can be said to be a relatively awkward period. Before, there were many professionals who were dedicated to the country, and there were also educated youth who went to the countryside, and then the educated youth had to go to college.

Later, education had been mature as much as possible, and basically all children could go to school.

At this time, the city was developing, but the countryside was still the same. There were fewer people who studied. A high school degree or above was considered good for an ordinary family. Those who could be admitted to university were the pride of the whole family.

For example, Chen Zhanxiong's sister was the pride of the Chen family. In terms of educating her younger brother, the Chen family's parents gave full authority to this daughter, firmly believing that their smart daughter would definitely educate a smart son.

The people in the yard, even Old Lady Jin, spoke in a lower tone when they saw Chen Zhanxiong's sister.

It seemed that if you didn't speak in a lower voice when talking to a cultured person, you would be uncultured.

In this case, Duan Qingen, who was able to publish a book at a young age, was of course praised by many people.

Fortunately, Wang Xiuhong was able to control it. Although she was happy to be praised by others, she didn't get too excited.

She still liked to be down-to-earth. No matter what Qingen achieved now, he was a student, and studying hard was the right thing to do.

Just thinking so, after Duan Qingen sent the letter, Wang Xiuhong came to the post office from time to time to see if she could wait for the letter from the publishing house.

The girl was very affectionate to Wang Xiuhong, and she called her sister as soon as she saw her.

"Qingen went to school? Is it time for them to start school?"

"Yes."

She was so polite to her, so Wang Xiuhong had to be polite as well, not to mention that Qingen had told her that the girl was kind-hearted when he went home before, and gave him an envelope and stamps for free.

The girl felt more comfortable when she saw Wang Xiuhong smiling at her.

People are like this. If you treat others well, they will treat you well in return, and you will think they are good.

She came out from the back neatly and handed over the envelope in her hand: "Sister, the letter from the publishing house was delivered early in the morning. I have been keeping it well, waiting for you to come and get it."

Wang Xiuhong was delighted, and hurriedly thanked her and took the letter to open it.

The girl curiously stretched her neck to look, "Sister, what's going on? Did you send money again?"

She had to pass through her hands on the envelopes from the publishing house. She could guess how much money was in the envelope by touching the thickness inside. Today's envelope felt like it had money.

Wang Xiuhong opened it and saw that it was indeed money.

She was a little surprised: "What's going on? Qingen had already sent the remaining manuscripts last time, and the money was settled."

Now there is no new manuscript, why is the publishing house still sending money?

At first, she only saw the top one. Although she was surprised, she was not shocked. But when she turned it over and found that the bottom one was also 100 yuan, she was shocked.

So much, how much money would it be!

Wang Xiuhong subconsciously stuffed the money back. Fortunately, there were not many people in the post office now, and only the girl just now didn't see much because of the angle.

The girl was also talking: "Didn't you figure it out last time, sister? I envy you so much, really, look at you, Qingen is so young and can make money, now he is a great writer, what's more, in the future, sister, you just wait to enjoy the good life."

Wang Xiuhong responded with a few hums and ahs, thinking about the money she had just seen, her heart was beating fast.

She knew Qingen could make money, but, but this money was too much.

So much money, didn't the publishing house send the wrong amount of money?

Or did they send the money for other writers to them?

While thinking about it, Wang Xiuhong said goodbye to the girl and left the post office. She didn't calm down until she got home, and then she tried to calm down her heart, opened the envelope and took out the money.

It was indeed a big stack, and the denominations were all 100 yuan.

Her hands were shaking, and she quickly put the money carefully on the table, holding the letter inside that was closed by another thin envelope and was about to go out.

As soon as she opened the door, Wang Xiuhong hurried back and carefully put the money in her inner pocket to make sure it wouldn't fall out. Then she took the letter and went to Duan Qingen's school.

School had just started today, and it was still quiet inside and outside the school. Wang Xiuhong went in smoothly. When she found the door of Duan Qingen's class, the teacher was handing out books.

Hearing Wang Xiuhong say she was looking for her son, she was a little confused.

It was only the first day of school. What was so urgent that the parents were asked to come to the school directly to find the child?

She didn't ask much and let Duan Qingen go out.

Wang Xiuhong took her son to the corridor. When she saw that there was no one around, she quietly took out the letter and handed it to her son like a thief.

"Qing'en, look at this letter. What's written in it? Why do you still receive so much money? Didn't your manuscript fee be paid in full? Did the publishing house send you the wrong manuscript fee?"

If they send it by mistake, they have to send it back quickly without any delay.

Keeping such a large amount of money in your hands is not your own, it hurts your hands!

Wang Xiuhong also has some bottom lines. For example, she doesn't read the letters repackaged by the publishing house every time because it says it is for Mr. Duan Qingen, even if she is Duan Qingen's mother.

Even though she was shocked this time, she still insisted on not reading the letter, but carried it directly to school.

The boy with a childish voice was as steady as ever: "Mom, don't worry. If their publisher could have paid the wrong manuscript fee, they would have been in trouble. It might be something else, just come and take a look."

With that said, Duan Qingen opened the letter and read it at a glance.

Wang Xiuhong was so anxious that she wanted to get into the letter to see what was going on. She became even more anxious when she saw that there was nothing on her son's face.

"What's up, Qing'en, what's written here?"

Duan Qingen's tone was a bit surprising: "The editor-in-chief Ma said that he applied for a share for me. In the future, in addition to the guarantee of a thousand words, I can also directly share the sales revenue."

Wang Xiuhong didn't understand.

"What does this mean?"

Duan Qingen patiently explained to his mother: "This means that in the future, the books I write will not only be priced per thousand words, but also after the publishing house starts selling my books, for example, they will earn a hundred yuan in the future. Give me one dollar. If you make two hundred dollars, give me two dollars, and so on.”

"In this case, as long as I write well, they will give me money even after I finish writing."

Wang Xiuhong understood, and then fell into a trance.

In her opinion, this kind of thing is a good thing that falls from the sky. She has already made money, so she can make more money.

But why, I still feel as if I'm dreaming.

Duan Qingen could tell that she seemed to be feeling a little dreamy, and she smiled on her fair face: "Mom, it's okay, have you seen the money? Keep the money. If you have an extra amount of money in the future, you can feel more relaxed."

He didn't ask Wang Xiuhong to quit her job. In Wang Xiuhong's view, it was natural for a mother to raise her son, but if her son who was still in elementary school had to raise his mother, she would be incompetent as a mother.

It's better to wait until he grows up a little.

Duan Qingen was a little surprised that the publishing house would do this, and he had to praise Editor Ma for his cleverness.

He was confident that the book he wrote would bring huge benefits to the publishing house. As the author who created this benefit, Duan Qingen certainly could not be willing to take dead wages all the time.

It's just that he has just finished writing his first book. If he opened his mouth to mention the share immediately, he might run into a wall, so he didn't mention it.

For newcomers and new books, even if the first book is a hit, it is normal for the subsequent books not to be favored. Duan Qingen has no intention of mentioning it now - the publisher does not agree - to change publishers - to slap the original publisher in the face, after all, this publisher The publisher indeed accepted his manuscript despite his predicament and directly sent him the royalties.

His original plan was to write two or three books, and wait until his character of "writing whatever gets popular" stabilized before discussing profit sharing.

I just didn't expect this publishing house to be so considerate and offered to share the profit without waiting for him to say anything.

Although one percent seems small, there are not many people who are willing to share the meat in their mouths with others.

If this publishing house takes the initiative to do this, Duan Qingen will definitely appreciate it.

Secondly, they took the initiative to bring it up. Even if Duan Qingen had objections to this sharing model and wanted to change it, he would be too embarrassed to bring it up.

Impeccable.

Duan Qingen flicked the envelope in his hand, and looked at the envelope that respectfully called him Mr. Duan, hoping that he could continue to create, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Mom, you happen to be here too, why don't we go to the principal's office and get the grade skipped."

Wang Xiuhong's mind was filled with "Such a large amount of money, does it really belong to our family?" "Why is this publishing house so good that they take the initiative to share the money?" "My family Qing'en is really promising, but the child is too young. Being able to make money does not mean that you can make money easily, I feel so sad." I was stunned when I heard Duan Qingen's words.

She subconsciously felt the money in her inner pocket, carefully looked around, and when she saw no one was around, she leaned into her son's ear and whispered: "Mom took all the money out and kept it in her pocket. "It's not safe to hold so much money outside. Let's try it again next time."

Duan Qingen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he also felt a little sorry for Wang Xiuhong. She was not even thirty years old yet, so she was so cautious.

"Mom, it doesn't matter. This is school. It's nothing. When we finish the formalities, I will go back with you."

After all, the mother couldn't control her son. Wang Xiuhong finally agreed. While feeling so much money in her arms, she was worried about her son.

That's a grade jump.

Even if Qing En can write a book, skipping a grade is equivalent to completing a year's worth of courses in one day.

He himself lived only seven years.

Teacher Wang in the room was watching the students handing out new books one by one when she heard a few knocks on the door. She turned her head in confusion and saw Wang Xiuhong carefully retracting her hand.

Teacher Wang quickly stepped down from the podium, walked outside, and asked softly, "Qingen's mother, what's wrong?"

Wang Xiuhong was not good at speaking, so Duan Qingen raised her little face and said crisply, "Teacher, I want to skip a grade."

"Skip a grade?"

Teacher Wang looked at the little kid in front of her in confusion. She had never taught Duan Qingen's class before, and she was also a new teacher. She didn't know the students in front of her, so she didn't make a direct judgment.

Instead, she squatted down and asked Duan Qingen, "Qingen, why are you thinking about skipping a grade?"

Duan Qingen looked serious: "Because the courses I have learned are far beyond the first grade, and it's just a waste of time in the first grade."

Although Teacher Wang is a new teacher, she has also been in contact with children before.

Suddenly seeing Duan Qingen, such a child, actually using such a serious tone and saying such serious words, with a white|tender|tender face slightly pursed, looking even more lovely, she almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

How come the children nowadays talk like little adults one by one?

Although she thought Duan Qingen was cute, she didn't take it seriously. After all, skipping grades only starts from the second grade. Unless there are special circumstances, first-grade children are little brats who can't even wipe their butts and can't even recognize all the words. How can they skip grades?

But the enthusiasm of children should not be discouraged.

Teacher Wang smiled, without showing anything on her face, but seemed to be serious and said: "Then where do you want to skip grades?"

Duan Qingen's voice was childish, and his tone was firm: "It depends on what grade the school has tested me to."

Hey, this kid, why is he so fun.

Teacher Wang teased deliberately: "Then the teacher will test you first, what is 13 times 2?"

Duan Qingen looked at the smiling teacher in front of her with a little puzzlement: "26."

"You really know how to do it."

Now it was Teacher Wang's turn to be a little surprised, and she was a little more serious: "What about 24 times 13."

"Teacher, get you a draft paper. If you can calculate it, I will take you to the principal to talk about this grade skipping."

As she said that, she stood up and planned to go into the room to get paper, but Duan Qingen had already said the answer without delaying for a second.

"312."

Teacher Wang: "..."

This child is really so amazing, isn't it a coincidence?

"What about 67 times 87?"

"5829."

Teacher Wang: "...Wait a minute."

This amount was actually just said by her casually, and she didn't know what the answer was.

She turned around and took a pen and paper from the podium and quickly calculated.

The result came out, and it was actually 5829.

Teacher Wang was not calm.

She had just started teaching and she had already met a genius? ?

Now, she could not even take care of supervising the children to read the new textbooks. She hurriedly called the class representative up and went out to Wang Xiuhong and said:

"Your child is really smart. Are you sure you want to skip a grade?"

Seeing that the teacher praised her, Wang Xiuhong breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "Yes, I'm sure."

"Then let's go to the principal to ask. It seems that no student in our school has skipped a grade for such a long time. I don't know the process. Let's ask the principal for details."

Although Duan Qingen was not brought up by her, Teacher Wang walked with a fierce look when she thought that the student in her hands might be a genius.

I met a colleague on the way. Seeing her so happy, the colleague asked: "Teacher Wang, what are you so happy about?"

"I took my child to the principal to ask about skipping grades."

Teacher Wang smiled with her teeth showing. She led the little Duan Qingen to the front and boasted: "Look, this is the child in our class. He is so smart. I asked him to calculate the multiplication of two-digit numbers just now, and he calculated it in one second."

"So amazing."

"Of course!"

Duan Qingen silently acted as a little kid and looked at the expression on Teacher Wang's face.

In fact, everyone knew that she wanted to show off "Look, how smart the children in our class are", but in fact, she had a smile on her face as if she had picked up gold, and she kept praising Duan Qingen.

"Look at this child, how well he grows, tall, white, and looks sensible."

When Duan Qingen heard this, it automatically became: "Look at this little sapling, how straight it grows, how tender its leaves are, and there are no scratches on it. It looks like it will grow into a towering tree in the future."

Teacher Wang praised Duan Qingen with this teacher for three minutes before she smiled and said goodbye to him, and continued to take her genius students and their parents to the principal's office.

She had thought it through. Even if Duan Qingen failed to skip a grade, with his mental arithmetic ability, he would definitely become a talent if he was trained well.

It was no loss anyway.

Duan Qingen suddenly thought of Zheng Yuxuan: "Teacher, Yuxuan also wants to skip a grade together."

Teacher Wang was stunned at first.

Then she became even happier.

What a good day today is, it's okay to have flowers and fruits, but there are actually two fruits.

Zheng Yuxuan and Duan Qingen were soon taken to the principal's office.

At the beginning of the school year, the principal was very busy. When he heard that two children wanted to skip a grade, both of them were first graders, his first reaction was that they were just fooling around.

First graders are at the stage of laying the foundation, so why skip a grade?

Forget about skipping a grade. If the foundation is not laid firmly and you can't keep up with the lectures, it's hard to say whether you can skip a grade.

Parents of children at this time basically don't know how to help their children with their homework. They usually leave their children to the school. At school, the teachers take care of them, and when they go home, they do their homework.

It is impossible to expect them to help, because they have to go to work. Besides, due to the influence of the times, the education level of some parents is not very good.

Therefore, the principal did not think about the parents' training of their children. When he heard that the new teacher Wang brought the children, he immediately determined in his heart that Teacher Wang was new and had no experience. The child said that she really brought them here.

After determining in his heart that this was the case, when Teacher Wang expressed the hope that the two children could be tested, the principal frowned and said seriously:

"The children are still young now. Even if their grades are higher than those of the students in the same class, it is too fast to skip grades. Moreover, such a young child can't even take care of himself. If he goes to a senior class, what if he is laughed at and bullied by his classmates?"

The passion in Teacher Wang's heart was poured out by this cold water.

Still unwilling to give up, she pushed the two children forward: "Principal, I have tested them, they are indeed capable of skipping grades, and they want to skip grades themselves. Even if you want to reject it, you should give a legitimate reason, let them do the test papers or something to give up, right?"

Wang Xiuhong on the side also said: "Yes, principal, my son and Yuxuan have worked really hard to skip grades. They have been studying and have not relaxed during the summer vacation. Let them try it. If it really doesn't work, we won't bother them."

If it were just the teachers and students, the principal could still insist, but the parents had spoken up, even if he looked at the two little beans in front of him and thought it was impossible, he still had to give the parents some face.

"Okay, I'll find the second-grade test papers. If you can do it and get more than 95 points, I will agree to skip grades."

There is not much else in the principal's office, just a lot of books and test papers.

He stood up, put on his reading glasses, and picked through the piles of papers on the floor. He found two second-grade Chinese papers and placed them in front of them.

Chinese was chosen because the first-grade Chinese and the second-grade Chinese are very different. If they can do it, it would be a miracle.

It was also because of this that the principal did not agree to skip a grade. Mathematics can rely on talent, but how can Chinese, which requires rote memorization, rely on it.

After getting the papers, the two children were arranged to sit on the principal's sofa and each was given a pen.

Then, almost at the same time, they kept writing.

Principal: "..."

These two children couldn't write randomly.

He hurried forward and stood beside him and looked down.

He was stunned when he saw it.

They were both right. Both of them were writing with their heads down. Although they were close, no one looked at each other. They just wrote the same correct answer quickly.

The principal's eyes widened.

It was really a miracle.

They actually learned the second-grade curriculum by themselves.

Duan Qingen wrote faster and was the first to finish and hand it to the principal. Guigui sat upright, looking up at the principal who was wearing reading glasses and trying to find mistakes.

Then Zheng Yuxuan finished writing and sat obediently, looking at the principal to check his paper.

After reading the two papers, the principal said: "..."

It's true.

How old are these two children? How can they be so good at such a young age?

Teacher Wang also leaned over to take a look. Seeing that the papers were written clearly and without mistakes, his face suddenly showed pride.

"Do you think we can let them skip a grade?"

"Yes, yes."

The principal nodded, "As long as it doesn't delay their studies."

Duan Qingen raised his hand obediently: "Principal, I don't want to skip to the second grade, I want to jump higher."

Zheng Yuxuan looked at him and raised his hand: "Me too."

Principal: "..."

With the previous lesson, he didn't say anything this time. He took out the third grade papers and handed them to the two.

The third grade papers were quickly completed, and they all got full marks.

Zheng Yuxuan's fourth-grade test paper was not good, with only over 80 points.

The fifth-grade test paper was handed to Duan Qingen, and he still got full marks.

Then it was the sixth grade, full marks.

The principal did not give any more test papers.

They were in elementary school, and there were no junior high school tests.

He took off his reading glasses and looked at the well-behaved and gentle little boy in front of him, his heart trembling with excitement.

Their school has produced a... no, two geniuses? !