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They all say poor and poor, referring to literati, but writers are different. Let’s take Mr. Lu Xun as an example. With his manuscript remuneration at that time, he could easily buy a courtyard house in the capital without changing the quality of daily life.

In the 60s and [-]s, the income of those writers is also very considerable. Although the remuneration system has been changed again and again, writers are still high-income groups.However, all this came to an end in June of [-].Write a book or publish an article, no longer enjoy the remuneration, all as work, enjoy the wages.It must be admitted that literary works began to decline during this period. On the one hand, they were afraid of making mistakes; on the other hand, they lost motivation.

Therefore, Liu Hao wants to catch the last train at this time, and the next time he cuts leeks, he will have to wait until the late 70s.

When Liu Hao walked into the courtyard, a person at the window on the first floor of the publishing house had already seen him, and got up quickly and came out.

Guan Yunshan is an editor of the publishing house. When Luo Weihong published "Kangxi Emperor" and "The Golden Road", he was in charge and met Liu Hao.

"Haozi, why are you here alone?" Guan Yunshan asked.

Liu Hao glanced at him, this is still editing, which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted, he said flatly: "I am the only one in my family."

"Uh, I'm sorry, I'm not..." Guan Yunshan was embarrassed, he really didn't mean it, he just felt that the child was too young to be safe on the road alone.

"Uncle Guan, I know what you mean."

Seeing that he was embarrassed, Liu Hao didn't want to push him too much, so he said, "Sooner or later, I'm going to grow up, and now I just need to practice in advance."

"Good boy, good boy. Come, come in."

Guan Yunshan breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly took Liu Hao's hand and walked into the building door.

After entering the editorial department, five or six people inside looked at Liu Hao. Although they all had sympathy in their eyes, it made Liu Hao feel very uncomfortable.

Compassion is great and cheap. I am afraid that many people have never thought about it. After half a year, sympathy has become one of the rarest emotions in this land.

"Sit down, Haozi, if you have anything to do, just say it." Guan Yunshan took a chair by his desk and said to Liu Hao.

Liu Hao opened his backpack and put a stack of manuscript paper on the varnished desk, "Uncle Guan, this is a manuscript left by my mother, please take a look, if it can be published... I will It means, if possible, I want to use the new book to comfort my mother."

As he spoke, tears welled up in his eyes.

"Hey, good boy, don't cry. Uncle promises you, review the manuscript as soon as possible..." Guan Yunshan couldn't bear it when he saw the child crying. The two female editors in the office also had low tears, and their eyes were already red .

"Uncle Guan, thank you."

Liu Hao stood up, bowed to Guan Yunshan, and bowed to the editors: "On behalf of my mother, I thank all the uncles, uncles, and aunts for their support in publishing books in the past."

"Hey, this kid..."

"Son, don't worry, the publishing of the book must be done for you..."

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That's right, Liu Hao is playing the sad card. In a little more than half a year, the movement will start, publishing as soon as possible and getting money as soon as possible.

It's a pity that a batch of romance novels copied under the cover of my old mother could not be published, so I had to put them up first.

"Uncle Guan, then I will take my leave first."

After politely rejecting Guan Yunshan and sending him home, Liu Hao bid farewell and left the publishing house.

After sending Liu Hao away, Guan Yunshan sat blankly at his desk for quite a while, during which several colleagues chatted with him, but he just dealt with a few perfunctory words casually, and then continued to be in a daze... After more than an hour, he returned Come on.Then I started flipping through the manuscript.

When he got off work, the editor-in-chief called to ask about the manuscript. After Guan Yunshan put down the phone, he looked very relaxed, and smiled to his colleagues: "Old Sun, get ready, a new book is about to be published."

According to the normal process, it will definitely not be so fast. Publishing a book in this era is planned, and there are many processes to go through.However, after the editor-in-chief learned that the author had died in the line of duty, he quickly held an emergency meeting and treated this matter as a special matter.

After Liu Hao left the publishing house, he returned home in a hurry. At this time, there were also kidnappers in the society. Although he was taller than ordinary five or six-year-old children, after all, his body was still a bit small, sometimes huge. The strength can't match the Mongolian sweat medicine, so it's better to be careful.

Things went well, and it was only after two o'clock when we got home. Liu Hao didn't have lunch at noon, and he was a little hungry, so he locked the door from the inside, then entered the space, came to the villa, and took out a cake from the refrigerator Embryo, boiled a bottle of fresh goat milk.He broke the cake into pieces and soaked it in goat's milk. After eating it lazily, he burped and suddenly wanted to eat cream cake.

This cake embryo was also baked some time ago, and he also used goat's milk to make cream and fresh jam. Who would have thought that Liu and Luo would have an accident, but the cream cake was not made.Today's materials are quite complete, and everything is going well. When he is in the mood, he gathers all the materials and makes a large cream cake.

After feeding the poultry and livestock in the space, Liu Hao returned to the room with the big cake.

If you have good things, you must think about the deaf old lady. This has long been a habit. He cut three pieces of cake and put them on a blue and white porcelain plate. For a moment, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that BangJiao seemed to be carrying something in his arms and went out.

Ok?

Liu Hao's heart moved, and he quickened his pace and walked towards the backyard.

When passing by Xu Damao's house, he made a special inspection... Not to mention, one of the two old hens in the cage was indeed missing.

Real hammer!

If it wasn't for the lost old hen in BangGeng's arms just now, Liu Hao would change his surname to He today!

But he didn't say anything, the same sentence, Xu Damao is not a good person, the wicked will be punished by the wicked, Liu Hao snickered, and came to the door of the deaf old lady with a plate: "Old lady, I'm Haozi, are you at home? "

"I'm not at home." The deaf old lady snapped, and opened the door when Liu Hao was in a daze.

"Little grandson, is this for me to eat?"

She looked at the cakes with a curious look.

"This is a cream cake. I made it myself."

Liu Hao helped the deaf old lady into the room, and then put the plate on the table.

"Just leave one piece for me. The other two pieces will be sent to your Aunt Lou. She is not feeling well today." The deaf old lady said.

"Okay, listen to you."

Liu Hao had no objection to giving something to Lou Xiaoe to eat. He found a plate in the cupboard and put a piece of cake on the plate: "Old lady, I can only give Aunt Lou one piece. I'm afraid I'll give too much. She Leave it to Xu Damao to eat."

"It's still a good grandson who is thoughtful." The deaf old lady narrowed her eyes with a smile.