When he couldn't sleep at night, Lin Chaoyang was also reflecting on what his actions were that caused his wife to have such a big misunderstanding?
After much deliberation, he could only attribute the reason to the fact that he was too serious and dedicated to his work and would always take over for his colleagues. His wife must have thought that he was pursuing advancement.
What a pitiful person, he just wants to get acquainted with others so that he can fish for his money!
Besides, he ran to the library when he had nothing to do, just to build a small treasury.
It's difficult for men, it's even more difficult for men who don't have a small treasury, and it's even more difficult for a man who doesn't have a small treasury and still lives in his father-in-law's house.
well!
It's hard to put it in place, and it's not even when you lie down. It's not easy to be a salted fish!
In the few days after the manuscript was sent out, Lin Chaoyang happily fished without the constraints of creation.
In the third week of working at Yanda Library, his position finally moved from the front desk of the closed-shelf library to the library on the sixth floor.
When he went upstairs in the morning, Du Rong kindly handed him a gauze mask.
"Take it with you, it will come in handy."
The weather has turned a bit cold these past two days. Zheng Tongjiang and Tu Mansheng at the library desk started to have a red nose and kept sneezing.
The ventilation conditions of the library are very average. Because there are too many books on the sixth floor, there is a strong smell of dust in the stacks all year round. Coupled with the lack of sunlight, it is easy to contract the occupational disease of allergic rhinitis.
The two of them didn't pay much attention at first, but after they felt uncomfortable in their noses, they were already infected. Now they are so exhausted that they don't bother to wear masks even if the library smells bad.
In the words of Tu Mansheng: You already have rhinitis anyway, so what’s the point of wearing it anymore?
This statement makes sense, but it only applies to middle-aged people whose lives are full of gloom. Lin Chaoyang is still in his youth and cannot imitate their self-destruction. He put on a mask and went upstairs.
In addition to picking up books, submitting books and registering for borrowing, the biggest unstable factor in the six-story library is the elevator that breaks down every now and then.
In the library office, whether you want to borrow or return books, you have to use an elevator. If this thing breaks down, just climb the stairs, which will make no sound.
The good news is that everything is working fine on the lift today.
Therefore, Lin Chaoyang's job was very easy. He would sit at his workstation, and occasionally when the elevator rang, he would take out the book request form inside to pick up a book or submit a book, and then make a note in the book hanging next to the elevator.
The characters "正" (正) are densely covered with paintings on them. They are books borrowed from the six-story library every day.
By lunchtime, Lin Chaoyang counted and found that thirty-two books had been borrowed today.
For example, if he picks up five to six books at a time, he picks up books about six times. It takes about six or seven minutes to find books each time, which is more than half an hour. The rest of the time is spent fishing.
When no one was disturbing him, he would just find a book on the bookshelf to read and pass the time.
When picking up vegetables at noon, Lin Chaoyang felt for the cents in his pocket and hesitated for a moment. Instead of choosing the pork cutlet that cost 20 cents a portion, he chose Kung Pao Chicken for 15 cents.
He was chewing chicken in his mouth, feeling a little anxious.
It has been several days, and there has been no movement from the editorial department of "Yanjing Literature and Art". He can't help but spend more and more money in his pocket!
This efficiency is too low!
Lin Chaoyang is relatively confident in the quality of "Wrangler". Everyone who read it said it was good. There is no reason why it can't be published. It must be because the editorial department is too inefficient.
But complaints are complaints, and Lin Chaoyang also understands that these days, if an author wants to publish a work in a journal, three months is not a short time, and half a year is not a long time.
He originally thought that finding an acquaintance would improve his efficiency, but it seemed that he had overestimated the work efficiency of people in the 1970s.
The small treasury was running low on funds, and he felt that he had to open up a second battlefield and could not hang himself on a tree.
And this time he changed his mind and tried submitting to a magazine farther away.
The development of domestic literary journals has been stagnant for a long time. Many well-known journals have ceased publication since the 1960s and have not resumed publication to this day.
Excluding some publications organized by regional literary federations or literary associations, Lin Chaoyang actually didn't have many choices for submission at this time.
After looking around, he fell in love with "Shanghai Literature and Art" in Shanghai.
"Shanghai Literature and Art" was founded in 1953. Its first editor-in-chief was the respected Mr. Ba Jin. It was first called "Literary and Art Monthly". After it ceased publication in the 1960s, it resumed publication in 1977.
Interestingly, "Shanghai Literature and Art" once changed its name to "Harvest" in 1964.
As early as 1957, Ba Jin and Jin Yi founded Harvest and served as chief editors. Later, Harvest ceased publication in 1960 due to various influences. Therefore, Shanghai Literature and Art was known as "Little Harvest" in the literary world.
At present, "Harvest" has not resumed publication, but it would be nice to have a small "Harvest".
And the meaning is good, small harvest, small wealth means peace, which is very consistent with Lin Chaoyang's concept of building a small treasury.
He has no other merits except that he is down-to-earth.
Otherwise, how could we walk from the black land of Northeast China to the huge city of Yanjing?
With an idea in his mind, Lin Chaoyang took action. In an era without computers and the Internet, writing novels was not only a literary and artistic creation, but also a physical activity.
Most people's shoulders would feel sore for a while after writing an 800-word composition by hand. Lin Chaoyang entered a creative state and wrote at least 3,000 words a day. By the end of the day, his waist and back ached, and his fingers were almost calloused.
He was the only one on the sixth floor of the library, so he didn't need to have any scruples when writing.
After only one day, Lin Chaoyang fell in love with this place.
This librarian position is really tailor-made for him!
Lin Chaoyang's new work is still a short story. After all, it is short in length. If you really write it smoothly, you can submit it in a few weeks. If you find an editor with a high level of appreciation, it may be published in a month.
Such a short, flat and fast project is perfect for Lin Chaoyang, who is currently strapped for cash.
Lin Chaoyang was busy writing a manuscript that day. When the sound of the elevator arriving came, he thought he was alive again.
When I got to the elevator, I discovered that what came up was a small note.
"Chen Jiangong, a 77-year-old Chinese major, asked you to come to Zhongting after get off work to discuss something."
Lin Chaoyang recognized that this should be Du Rong's handwriting. Chen Jiangong came to see him. Could it be that there was something going on at "Yenjing Literature and Art"?
After work, Lin Chaoyang strolled happily to the west bank of Weiming Lake. The afternoon class had just finished, and there were many students walking and reading by the lake. On the way to Zhongting, he heard a fierce debate.
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Looking around, I saw several boys gathering together to discuss international events.
"Vietnam is a small country but it is ambitious and frequently harasses our border. The people living on the border are suffering from it. They must be taught a lesson." A boy said angrily.
"The most important matters of the country are military affairs and sacrifices. The country has just emerged from the downturn, and the most urgent need is reform. To talk about weapons lightly is to fall into another quagmire after finally pulling out of the quagmire.
We still need to rely on diplomatic means, use the United Nations to put pressure on them, and return to the negotiating table to solve the problem."
"That's easy to say. The barbarians are afraid of force and have no morals. What's more, the United Nations is dominated by the United States and Western countries. They are eager for Vietnam to cause us trouble."
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The country is in urgent need of talents, and students from prestigious schools such as Yanda will play an important role in various fields of the country in the future.
This is not only the idea of ​​some students, but also the consensus of schools, governments and the entire society.
Therefore, it is inevitable that many students at Yan University have some self-requirements of "scorning Fang Qiu and being like a filth" and "everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world." These people also regard in-depth participation in politics as a matter of course.
"Morning sun!"
Chapter completed!