Yang Min didn't know how she came here these days, she felt like she was stepping on the clouds even when she walked.

When one afternoon, my son ran back and pulled him to sign the contract, he was even excited and didn't know what to say. He almost felt ashamed of the fat leader of the publishing house. He just thought that his son really turned those manuscripts into lead type, and he couldn't stop crying. This woman with little ambition felt that she had never had a vain in her life.

But in the next few days, whenever she passed by the door of Xinhua Bookstore before going to work and found the stack of "Things in the Song Dynasty" placed in the most conspicuous position, she couldn't help but feel panic in her heart. Although she usually looks shrewd and stingy, she is still an ordinary person who is not out of her simple nature. She always feels that if she has received so much money, if this book cannot be sold, wouldn't it be a scam?

Whenever I see my mother's look like the emperor is not anxious, Yang Yi smiles. In this era, the book market is far from hype, and even some effective publicity methods in later generations are not very clear. Naturally, they have to sell them slowly. This is not a one-time transaction.

"Don't worry, tomorrow is the first Sunday of the official summer vacation. You will know how popular it is then!" Yang Yi's words made Yang Min slightly relieved of her concern and did not continue to criticize her son. She didn't even notice that since her son corrected her name in front of the whole school at school a month ago, and now she has published the book again, her family status has been greatly improved, and many words can be heard by her.

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The first weekend in July was in 1997, and the various cram schools and training classes during the summer vacation were far less common than in later generations. The only place parents are most willing to take their children to is Xinhua Bookstore.

Xue Haiqing, the old principal of No. 3 Middle School, was temporarily playing a nanny and vacation teacher, and brought a grandson and a granddaughter to Xinhua Bookstore.

"Lingzi, Teng'er, go there to read books, don't run around, grandpa comes to find you later." Grandpa is both in the fifth grade of elementary school, but because of the family background, it is not as active as children of this age, but instead jogs towards the children's bookcase with ease. As for the old man, he usually goes to the dust and sweeps next to Xinhua Bookstore to search for some old books, and he will not come back until dinner time to call his two grandchildren to go home together. This is the old practice of the three grandparents and grandchildren.

But today the old principal noticed the weirdness sensitively. Although it was a weekend during the summer vacation, there were too many people, and they were all crowded in front of a bookshelf. There were even a long queue in front of the counter, waiting to pay.

Old children, like all the old people who are having fun all the time, Xue Haiqing also came over with curiosity. For an old intellectual who has worked on the education trunk line for a lifetime, he could not be bothered to see other excitement, but if he didn't go to see the wonders in the bookstore, he would probably not have the heart to search for ancient books all morning.

"Why are you here? It's not the book you children read!" A mother was hurriedly led by her child to the bookshelf where everyone was crowded with. Her face seemed dissatisfied, but in this quiet atmosphere, she couldn't open her voice to teach her children a lesson. She had to sank her face and prepare to turn to the student reading materials.

Her son who seemed to be in junior high school immediately stopped doing it, and surrounded her more than twenty people, but they were all immersed in the almost sacred tranquility of the world in the book. He did not dare to use his tricks of making trouble. He just looked anxious and wanted to cry and hummed in a low voice: "Mom, let's talk about it after reading it. This is the book I read at Yangyang's house. The teacher who gave Yangyang's lessons said it. This is a good book!"

Seeing his son grabbing one of the few books left but not wanting to let go, the middle-aged mother was a little angry, but could only suck it helplessly: "What book is so good? I tell you, what dragon ball I bought for you last time, your father still blames me until now, don't think I will spend money to buy these messy things!"

Then he opened the book and flipped through two pages casually, but as he looked, he forgot his purpose. Instead, he subconsciously changed to a more comfortable position and leaned against the bookshelf and started reading. Sometimes he looked serious and sometimes he smiled happily. And his son also pulled out another book early.

Oh! Seeing the mother and son's appearance, Xue Haiqing became even more curious. After seeing the cover of the book clearly, he also picked out one of the few two or three books left, and carefully turned it out.

After opening it, the old man who had been dealing with the book for a lifetime could no longer move his sight.

...

Today is Saturday, but for Jiang Jianmo, it is not much different from his usual days. The only difference is that his office location was changed to his home in the Municipal Party Committee Courtyard.

When I stood up from piles of documents, I arrived at the living room and found that the garbage bag in the trash can was full of scraps. The nanny, Aunt Huang, was busy in the kitchen, organizing lunch for a few relatives and friends who came to play. So the secretary twisted the garbage bag and went out. He was very easy-going and could not see any high-spirited style.

He hurriedly followed the shade of the magnolia tree, but when he turned around, he met Lao Chen in the office. This man was a military-turned cadre. Because of his style and temper, he was not very consistent with Jiang Jianmo. However, he could always be fair when encountering problems, which made Jiang Jianmo quite commendable.

However, this person who is serious and capable on weekdays looks hurried and embarrassed at this time. I think it was the Yanzhihu in his family who gave some of the highest instructions, which made the secretary smile in his heart: "Old Chen, you are almost eating and you are going out?"

"Hey, that old lady at home!" When my wife was not in front of me, the man who retreated from the army was very tough: "Isn't it just a broken book? The boy at home saw it at a classmate's house and came back and shouted to buy it. Isn't this... It's just for learning, so can't you let the child down!"

Jiang Jianmo was a little surprised. Old Chen's house was also a monkey who never fell into the house. Today, he was yelling to buy books. This is a big and small news in the Municipal Party Committee Courtyard!

So he said curiously: "What book is so good? I also murmured to buy it for my family."

"I heard that boy said it was a history book, "That thing in the Song Dynasty" or something!" Old Chen wiped his sweat all over his head and blew it: "Anyway, why don't I buy it now? I can bring one for you."

Uh, the secretary who heard the title of the book was instantly stuck, then smiled bitterly in his heart, but refused: "No need, I have read this book!"

I have indeed read it, but my daughter may be the first reader of this book! However, although I expected that this book would definitely be known and read by many people, I didn't expect it to be so fast.

So I thought of the calm and introverted young man, shouldn’t I be too wary of him?

When I returned home, a group of children had already reached the dinner table and were waiting for him. His daughter was obviously the focus of the group of children. The boy with two old friends said hello to him repeatedly, but his eyes only left the gentle and elegant girl for a moment.

This made Jiang Jianmo feel a little unparalleled pride, so he smiled and said to Jiang Ni, "Mumm, your son of Uncle Chen actually likes to watch "What's in the Song Dynasty"."

This opened up the topic. The two or three boys present did not dare to be too casual because of Jiang Jianmo. When the secretary took the initiative to mention it, they immediately responded with a temptation: "I know this book. I bought it when it was first published. It's really good. Jiang Nan, you can go and take a look."

Another girl from a relative's house echoed: "Yes, my dad also said that this book is quite interesting."

One of the boys who were secretly led seemed to show that he was different from others, and he shook his head with a smile and said, "Is that true? But I think this book is just like that. I can't tell anything good about it by talking and making fun of it." At this moment, he completely forgot the kind of dedication he had when he first read this book.

Without any conscript, Jiang Nan, who was originally smiling gently, frowned. Although he returned to his decent appearance of being unstoppable and humiliating after a moment, his eyes became obviously distant when he occasionally met the boy's earnest gaze.

The boy who didn't know where he was at this time, the boy who had smoked cigarettes with her in the dark blue twilight, listened to the wind and roaring insects, and the only boy who could share his little secrets with her! And the magical changes that happened to him that could be called earth-shaking, and the clean faces that occasionally smiled at him constituted the reason she had defended him at this moment.

"It's really superficial!" Jiang Jianmo went to the bathroom to wash his hands, so everyone present heard Jiang Nan's comment and suddenly felt terrified.

The steam rising from the food on the table was filled with mist, setting off the surrounding atmosphere.

The boy who had been proud of his uniqueness and instantly changed his face and looked at the girl opposite him in disbelief.

Who has heard Miss Jiang say such a heavy word before?

...

"What Things in the Song Dynasty" is crazy, and the editor-in-chief of Yuezhou People's Publishing House is crazy, especially after hearing Ge Ligaoli in the office talking about the book being submitted to his own publishing house at the beginning.

"Old Li! This matter..." The editor-in-chief wanted to speak but stopped. Master Li, opposite, refused the initiator of the submission of this book, but his age and qualifications were all placed here, making it difficult for him to say too much: "Why couldn't you think more about it at that time? So what's wrong with being young? You can't write books at a young age?"

"He is not young? His book is obviously not serious!" To be honest, the old man also felt a little regretful, but this kind of old man is the most old-fashioned, and he also wants face. He is not willing to admit that he has been in front of everyone in the unit.

"Why are you called it unreasonable? I, an old comrade-in-arms, from the Propaganda Department of the Municipal Party Committee, praised me for this book at a high price. I also said that many leaders bought this book for children to read, and even leaders read unreasonable books?" The editor-in-chief was so angry that he wanted to eat this old man and two.

"The leader will not make mistakes? Leader..."

Old Man Li was still stubborn, and the editor-in-chief, who had been preparing to say a few words to relieve his anger, was furious: "Do you always think the work of the publishing house is too tiring? I can approve you to take a two-month leave!"

"When did I ask for a leave? I am in good health and I can work for another twenty years!" Mr. Li stood up angrily: "We are the People's Publishing House, not the Money Publishing House!"

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Chapter completed!