Chapter 75: The Famous Writer Yun Qinghuan
Chapter 75: The Famous Writer Yun Qinghuan
Even before Yun Qinghuan had opened the letter or confirmed whether her article had been accepted, the rumors had already spread.
She couldn’t help but touch her cheeks, feeling the air around her grow hot and almost scorching from being surrounded by so many people.
“Aunties, sisters-in-law, sisters, it hasn’t been confirmed yet,”
Yun Qinghuan quickly called out to those around her, afraid that the rumors would become more and more exaggerated.
She hadn’t intended to keep the matter of submitting articles a secret. After all, she still wanted to establish herself in this village and eventually not have to go to the fields to earn work points or even cut pigweed. It was too tiring and wasted her time reading and studying. So, she naturally needed a way to support herself.
If she just became a couch potato, lying at home and relying on Liu Yuzhi to support her, even if her mother-in-law didn’t say anything, the villagers’ spittle would drown her.
But if she could earn money by writing novels, especially if they were published in newspapers and periodicals, it would not only be a respectable thing but also give her a voice in front of the villagers.
After all, in this era, in this backward village, having an educated person publish articles in newspapers and support themselves by their writing was a very respectable thing!
It could also dispel many rumors about her.
Jiang Wenxiu beside her was a little impatient, waving her hand and gesturing for Yun Qinghuan to quickly open the letter. “We’re waiting to see! I knew Qinghuan was especially capable. Even the ‘Guangming Daily’ sent you a special letter; it must have been accepted!”
“Our village will have a great writer in the future!”
Hearing Jiang Wenxiu’s words, the other onlookers also became anxious. “Open it quickly, educated youth Yun!”
If their village really produced a great writer, it would be a matter of great pride for them to talk about.
One by one, they couldn’t wait for Yun Qinghuan to open the letter quickly.
This was collective honor!
Among so many people, only Yang Guihua and her mother-in-law, Granny Wang, stood outside with sullen faces, not daring to say a word.
After all, so many people were filled with joy. If they dared to say anything unlucky, they would definitely be attacked by the crowd.
Yang Guihua could only secretly pray that Yun Qinghuan’s article hadn’t been accepted and that this was just a farce! Otherwise, the already arrogant Yun Qinghuan would become even more arrogant later.
Regardless of what everyone thought, the smile on Yun Qinghuan’s lips never faded. Hearing their urging, she followed everyone’s wishes and tore open the letter.
The tear was a bit large. Liu Yuzhi, watching from the side, felt her heart leap and quickly reminded her, “Tear it carefully, don’t tear what’s inside.”
Yun Qinghuan smiled upon hearing this and acted a little more carefully.
This should have been expected. She had some confidence in her writing skills. After all, she had published novels on well-known websites in her previous life, and the results were not bad. Even if this newspaper didn’t accept it, she would just submit to more newspapers; there would always be one that accepted it.
With so many achievements in her previous life, this little achievement was nothing to her.
But being watched by so many expectant eyes, she was also rarely a little nervous.
Finally tearing open the letter, the first thing that fell out was a ten-yuan bill.
It fluttered to the ground with a “whoosh,” directly causing the eyes of the surrounding onlookers to widen.
That was ten yuan!
“Heavens! There’s actually ten yuan in this letter! That’s money that our whole family might not even earn in a month’s worth of work points! Since this newspaper is giving money, educated youth Yun’s article must have been accepted!”
A slightly younger woman beside her said with some envy.
She had probably read some books and knew about newspapers paying gaofei¹.
—[1] author’s fee/payment—
Although Yun Qinghuan planned to let others know that she was earning money by writing, she didn’t intend to let them know exactly how much she was earning.
After all, she might rely on this to earn a lot of money temporarily in the future. After the reform and opening up, she also planned to write some romance novels, which had a large market. When she had money, she could also invest in her own novels and turn them into TV series. Just thinking about it made her look forward to it.
If these people knew she was earning a lot of money, they wouldn’t say anything on the surface, but they would definitely be jealous behind her back and might even try to sabotage her.
So, Yun Qinghuan picked up the ten-yuan bill from the ground, then glanced roughly at the letter in her hand. Someone nearby was trying to see what she had written, but she directly avoided them, not letting them see, and only said, “It was indeed accepted. This ten yuan is my gaofei. Don’t think it’s a lot; I have to write this manuscript for several months, and I only earn ten yuan in several months. It’s all hard-earned money.”
As soon as these words came out, the people beside her who had been envious and somewhat jealous calmed down a lot.
“Well, that’s not a small amount of money. Saving a bit should be enough for you to spend.”
“That’s right. You’re a woman, and you’re in the village, so your expenses aren’t high. Earning money by writing is better than us, working in the fields all day and only earning those few work points and that little bit of money.”
As they spoke, everyone was still a little envious of Yun Qinghuan. Earning ten yuan in a few months without being exposed to the sun or wind was great. If she wrote more, she could earn thirty or forty yuan a year.
Don’t underestimate thirty or forty yuan; many people in the village couldn’t earn that much even working themselves to death all year round.
Yun Qinghuan smiled upon hearing this. “It’s also heaven’s pity on me. As you all know, Wensong suddenly passed away, and my younger uncle is temporarily sick at home. Now the whole family relies on my mother-in-law alone to support us. I always have to think of ways to earn some money. Luckily, I went to senior high school and know how to write manuscripts, so I thought of submitting articles to earn money. It was also good luck.”
She explained why she hadn’t thought of submitting articles to earn money in the past few years. It was because there were men in the family to support them, and Bai Naihan’s allowance was so high that she didn’t need to work so hard to earn gaofei. But things were different now.
The people around her praised her for being sensible and even told Liu Yuzhi that when choosing a daughter-in-law, it was still better to marry someone who had gone to school, as they could be relied upon in critical moments.
These words made Yang Guihua’s face turn green.
Her family heavily favored sons over daughters. She would be scolded for eating even a bite more, so how could she have been allowed to go to school?
Therefore, she was illiterate. At this moment, being compared to Yun Qinghuan, and with others saying such things, she always felt like they were subtly criticizing her.
However, although the villagers said that when choosing a daughter-in-law, it was better to marry someone who had gone to school, they rarely sent their own daughters to school because they were reluctant to spend the money, always feeling that daughters would marry out and wouldn’t be part of their own family.
Letting daughters go to school was a losing proposition.
Yun Qinghuan only smiled upon hearing this and didn’t say anything.
Liu Yuzhi saw that she wanted to go back. She said a few words to the people around them and then called for her to go home.
Yun Qinghuan wasn’t being polite. She nodded to them, greeted them, and walked towards home, even wanting to invite the post office worker to her house for a drink of water.
But the worker was busy. He held the thin few letters in his hand and said, “I’m still rushing to deliver letters, so I won’t go to your house, Comrade Yun. Congratulations.”
Yun Qinghuan didn’t insist on him staying, only saying that next time she went to town to mail manuscripts, she would bring him some good food and asked him not to refuse.
Due to this event, she would probably have to mail manuscripts frequently in the future, so she had to build a good relationship with the people at the post office.
Thinking of this, the corners of her lips turned up slightly.
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