Traveling back to 1952, starting a comeback from a relief station

Hearing the commotion outside, Qin Huairu quickly came out of the house, clutching the envelope in her hand.

Upon seeing Wang Anping, his face immediately lit up with joy:

"Brother Anping, I have a letter for you!"

Before Wang Anping could speak, Yan Bugui, who seemed even more anxious than him, urged Wang Anping on:

"Quick, open it and see what the editorial department sent you!"

Wang Anping had already roughly guessed what was going on.

I opened the envelope and took out several items: two sample copies of "Primary School Teacher" magazine, a manuscript acceptance notice, a handwritten letter from the editor, and a royalty payment slip.

At this moment, many people in the courtyard were peeking around at the hanging flower gate, paying close attention to this matter.

Seeing Yan Bugui's anxious eyes, Wang Anping nodded and said:

"I submitted a manuscript to a publisher before, and it seems to have been accepted directly and even published."

Since they've already sent the sample copy, it must have been accepted directly.

Yan Bugui was stunned on the spot:

"No need for any modifications, just publish it directly?"

After all, he was a primary school teacher and knew the rules for submitting manuscripts to publishing houses. It was because of this understanding that he knew how rare it was to get a manuscript accepted directly.

But when this happened to Wang Anping, he found it unbelievable.

As Wang Anping flipped through the editor's letter, he casually remarked:

"You could say you were lucky."

Yan Bugui naturally didn't believe in the idea of ​​"good luck," and he guessed that Wang Anping must be hiding some secret.

Those watching the commotion realized then that Wang Anping had indeed published an article in a magazine!

A thought inevitably arose in everyone's mind:

This kid is actually skilled in both literature and martial arts?

After all, Wang Anping was recently commended for his bravery and even captured an enemy spy. Now he can even publish articles. What else could he be but a man of both literary and martial talents!

Jia Dongxu squeezed into the crowd, watching the scene before him, feeling very unhappy.

Ever since I learned that Qin Huairu had been "hijacked" by Wang Anping.

He found fault with Wang Anping in every way.

Seeing Wang Anping making a scene in the courtyard again, he couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"Hmph, he just got lucky."

Wang Anping glanced at him.

Ignored them.

At this moment, someone in the crowd shouted:

"Wang Anping, do you really get paid to have your writing printed in books?"

Wang Anping couldn't help but purse his lips.

That's why he didn't want to show off in the yard—they weren't even in the same circle.

Well, that's why Wang Anping didn't want to show off in front of these people after receiving the letter—they weren't even from the same social circle.

Most of the people in this courtyard can't even write their own names properly.

Showing off your published articles in front of these people is like a monkey showing off its +19 boost to people who don't play games.

Instead, it made me look like a clown.

In the eyes of these people.

They only care whether Wang Anping is actually getting paid.

Not only others, but even Yan Bugui was curious, not about whether there was any, but about how much the royalties would be.

Wang Anping has finished reading the letter the editor wrote to him.

They would simply thank you for the submission, ask for more articles, and express their hope for future exchanges.

Moreover, in the letter, the editor named Liu Qi specifically mentioned that there might be something good coming up with his article, but it was not yet confirmed and he would keep it a secret for now.

Wang Anping felt quite depressed after seeing this:

He hates doggerel who cuts out the story the most!

He folded the letter and put it back in the envelope, picked up the royalty receipt, glanced at the amount, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

Royalties for authors from other regions are usually paid via bank transfer.

He was given a receipt for royalties, which he could collect directly from the publisher.

Wang Anping showed the voucher to Yan Bugui.

He said casually:

"Fortunately, I can still buy meat for a couple of meals to supplement my nutrition."

Yan Bugui was inwardly grumbling about when this kid had ever lacked meat, when he glanced at the numbers on the list and almost blinded himself.

He said with an incredulous expression:

"three hundred?!"

"Anping, how come your royalties are so high?!"

No wonder he was shocked; this sum of money was almost equivalent to his entire year's salary.

The people around also looked incredulous.

Wang Anping smiled and put away the notification slip.

He deliberately exposed this matter so that he could have a legitimate reason to spend money in the future; otherwise, there would be no need to reveal the publication of the article in front of these people.

Seeing the stunned crowd, Wang Anping looked at Yan Bugui and said:

"You also know about the royalties for articles in 'Primary School Teacher,' right?"

"I received the highest possible payment, and since this article is a bit longer, exactly 20,000 words, the payment is slightly higher."

Yan Bugui fell silent; he seemed to have become withdrawn again.

The people around were still somewhat skeptical:

"Just by writing something, you can get three hundred yuan? Is it really possible to get that kind of money?"

Yan Bugui curled his lip, saying somewhat sourly:

"How could this be fake?"

"They have a certificate from the publishing house; they can just take it and collect the money."

He knew better than anyone that this was not just about money, but also about honor.

If he can publish an article in this magazine, he'll get a raise next time he gets his salary.

Wang Anping had achieved his goal and waved his hand:

"Alright, everyone has seen the item."

"Everyone, you can leave now."

"There's no need for anyone to be envious; I'm just lucky."

"Those who can write can try it themselves; maybe they can even earn some writing fees."

The crowd discussed amongst themselves, and then gradually dispersed.

Yan Bugui didn't leave, but stared at Wang Anping expectantly, somewhat embarrassed:

"Anping, can I borrow this journal to take a look?"

Which article did you publish?

Wang Anping casually pulled out a sample copy of the journal and handed it over, flipping to the table of contents and pointing to his own article.

Yan Bugui's lips twitched violently when he saw the pen name "Interceptor".

I looked up and glanced at the naughty boy:

"You're really something!"

As soon as Wang Anping returned to the house, Qin Huairu hugged him tightly.

The young woman, her face filled with admiration, asked excitedly:

"Brother Anping, you really published an article in a book?"

"How are you so amazing!"

"In ancient times, you would be considered a great scholar."

Women have always admired strength.

Qin Huairu had already thought Wang Anping was very capable, but it seemed that this man was different every time, bringing Qin Huairu a constant stream of surprises.

At this moment, Qin Huairu felt that Wang Anping's figure grew even taller, but a sense of crisis also rose in her heart:

Am I not good enough for such an outstanding man?

Not only could she not keep up with Wang Anping's pace academically, but she also couldn't fully satisfy her man physically.

Qin Huairu, who had a relatively traditional mindset, felt a faint sense of anxiety.

Wang Anping was unaware of Qin Huairu's emotional fluctuations.

They assumed she was worried about the royalties.

He raised the magazine in his hand and said:

"Don't worry about the payment. It was sent to me personally, so it can't be wrong. I'll go there tomorrow and see for myself."

Qin Huairu suppressed her unease and said softly:

"I'm not worried about the money..."

"Brother Anping, come wash your hands, I've prepared the water for you."