Chapter 125: 00's towing oil bottles (6)

At this time, the post office was delivering mail faster than snails, and of course it wasn't going anywhere.
So when the school began, the letter arrived at the post office.
The little girl who once helped Duan Qing'en can speak at the post office. Every time I chat with others, I have to mention the little guy Duan Qingen used to submit a manuscript. It was her job to help.
Occasionally, when Wang Xiuhong came to help her son to see if there were any letters, he had a better attitude with the girl and spoke more politely, which could make her happy all day.
When I talk to others, I always say that the mothers of other big writers are very kind to me!
During this period, most people respected the knowledgeable people who could not imagine it.
Because this period can be said to be an awkward period. Before, there were many professionals who dedicated themselves to the country and some educated youths went to the countryside. Later, educated youths will be admitted to college.
Later, at that time, education had matured as much as possible, and basically all children could be enrolled in school.
At this time, the city is already developing, but the countryside is still the same. There are relatively few people studying, and even high school and above are good for ordinary people. It is the pride of the whole family to be admitted to college.
For example, Chen Zhanxiong's sister, she is simply the pride of the Chen family. In terms of educating younger brothers, the Chen family ’s parents have full authority over this daughter, and believes that their smart daughter can also educate a smart son.
The people in the courtyard, even the old lady Jin saw Sister Chen Zhanxiong, could speak a little lower.
It seems that when you speak to cultural people, you do n’t whisper a little, just do n’t culture.
Under such circumstances, Duan Qingen, a doll who was able to publish books at a young age, was certainly touted by many people.
Fortunately, Wang Xiuhong can hold it. Although she is happy to be touted by others, she hasn't reached the point where it floats into the sky.
She still likes to be down-to-earth in her heart. No matter what achievements Qing En has now, he is a student and it is serious to study hard.
I just wanted to think so. After Duan Qingen sent the letter, Wang Xiuhong came to the post office from time to time to see if he could wait for the letter from the publishing house.
The girl kissed Wang Xiuhong so much that she kissed her and opened her sister.
"Qing En has gone to school? Should they start school?"
"Yes."
People were so kind to her. Of course, Wang Xiuhong would also be very kind. Besides, Qing En returned home and told her that the girl had a good heart and gave him envelopes and stamps for free.
When the girl saw Wang Xiuhong smiling well at herself, she felt more relieved.
People are like this, you are good to others, and they are only good to you, the more you feel that they are good.
She turned back from the back and passed the envelope in her hand: "Sister, the letter from the publishing house was delivered early in the morning, but I always kept it and waited for you to come over to get it."
Wang Xiuhong was so happy that she thanked him and opened the letter.
The girl poked out her neck and looked at it curiously, "Sister, how's it going, did you send money again?"
The envelope of the publishing house had to pass through her hand, and she could guess about how much money it was by touching the thickness inside. Today, the thickness seems to be rich again.
Wang Xiuhong took it apart and it turned out to be money.
She was a little surprised: "What's the matter, Qing En has passed the rest of the manuscript last time, and the money is clear."
Now I have n’t given a new manuscript, why is the publisher sending money over there?
She only saw the top one at first. Although she was surprised, she was not so shocked, but when she turned it over, she found that it was actually a hundred dollars, and she was shocked.
So much, how much is that?
The wealth was not invisible, and Wang Xiuhong subconsciously put the money back in. Fortunately, there are not many people in the post office. Only the girl just now did not see much because of the angle.
The girl was also talking: "Did you not figure it out last time, sister, I can envy you. Really, look at you, Qing En will be making money when she is so young. Now she is a big writer and will still be Come, in the future, sister, you just wait for happiness. "
Wang Xiuhong responded a few words, thinking about the money I just saw, my heart beat fast.
Qing En will make money, she knows, but this money is too much.
So much money, isn't it that the publisher has paid for the wrong manuscript?
Or did they send them the payment for other writers?
Wang Xiuhong thought about it, and said goodbye to the girl and left the post office. When she got home, she tried to calm her heart and opened the envelope to take out the money.
It is indeed a large stack, and the denomination is 100 yuan.
Her hands were shaking, and she quickly put the money on the table, holding the letter inside, which was enclosed by another thin envelope, and went out.
As soon as the door was opened, Wang Xiuhong hurried back again, carefully put the money in his inner pocket, and determined that he could not get out, so he went to Duan Qingen's school with a letter.
The school just started today, and it was quiet outside the school. Wang Xiuhong went in smoothly and smoothly. When the teacher found Duan Qingen's class door, the teacher was sending a book.
Listening to Wang Xiuhong's talk about finding his son, I was a little confused.
This is the first day of school. What is so anxious is that parents are asked to come to school directly to find their children.
She didn't ask much, let Duan Qingen go out.
Wang Xiuhong pulled his son to the side of the corridor, and when he saw no one around, he quietly took out the letter and handed it to his son.
"Qing En, look at this letter, what's in it, and why did you receive a lot of money? Didn't your payment have been settled? Is it because the publishing house has sent the wrong payment?"
If they make a mistake, they have to return it quickly, without any delay.
It ’s not your own money to stay with such a large sum of money!
Wang Xiuhong also has a bit of a bottom line. For example, she didn't read the secondary packaging letter every time by the publisher, because it was written to Mr. Duan Qingen, even if she was Duan Qingen's mother.
Even if she was taken aback this time, she still insisted that she didn't read the letter, but rushed to the school.
The boy with a still childish voice is as stable as ever: "Mom, don't worry. If their publishing house can send the wrong manuscript fee, it will be messed up, maybe it is something else, just look at it."
Then, Duan Qingen opened the letter and looked up at a glance.
Wang Xiuhong anxiously wished to dive into this letter to see what was happening, seeing her son's expression look nothing, and was even more anxious.
"Well like Qing En, what's written in it?"
Duan Qingen's tone was a little unexpected: "The editor-in-chief said that he applied for a share for me, and in addition to a thousand words guarantee, I can also directly divide it into sales revenue."
Wang Xiuhong didn't understand.
"what does this mean?"
Duan Qingen explained to his mother patiently: "The meaning is that not only will the books I write be counted in thousands of words, but also after the publisher starts selling my books, for example, they will make a hundred dollars in the future. Just give me one dollar, make two hundred dollars, give me two dollars, and so on. "
"In this case, as long as I write well, they will give me money even after I finish writing."
Wang Xiuhong understood, and then there was a trance.
In her opinion, this kind of thing is a good thing of falling out of the pie in the sky, and has already made money, and made another wave.
But why, there is a sense of fluttering like dreaming.
Duan Qingen saw that she seemed a little dreamy, and smiled on her fair face: "Mom, are you okay, did you see the money? Collect the money, and you will be able to relax if you have more money in the future."
He did not say to let Wang Xiuhong quit her job. In Wang Xiuhong's opinion, it was proper for her mother to raise a son, but if a son who was still in elementary school was raising a mother, it would be her incompetence as a mother.
Just wait until he grows up a bit.
Duan Qingen was surprised that the publisher would do this, and had to praise the editor-in-chief of the horse.
He is sure that the book he writes can bring huge benefits to the publishing house. As the author of this benefit, of course, Duan Qingen cannot always be willing to hold dead wages.
It's just that he has just finished writing the first one. If he opened his mouth and split it up immediately, I'm afraid he would run into a wall.
Newcomers and new books, even if the first one is hot, it is normal for the next book not to be optimistic, and Duan Qingen has no plans to mention it now-the publisher will not agree-change the publisher-face the original publisher, after all this publisher The agency did accept his manuscript in his predicament, and directly sent the manuscript fee.
His original plan was to write two or three books and wait for his "what to write and what to fire" to settle down before discussing the matter of profit sharing.
I just didn't expect this publishing house to be so intimate and didn't wait for him to mention anything.
Although one percent seems small, not many people are willing to share the meat in their mouths with others.
This publishing house took the initiative to do so. As a result, Duan Qingen will certainly show affection.
Secondly, this was mentioned by them on their own initiative. Even if Duan Qingen had an opinion on this division model and wanted to change it, he was embarrassed to mention it.
Impeccable.
Duan Qingen flicked the envelope on his hand, looked at the respected and shouted Mr. Duan in the hope that he could continue to create, and a smile appeared on his face.
"Mom, you happen to be here too. Why don't we go to the principal's office and do the jump."
Wang Xiuhong's mind is full of "Such a large sum of money, is it really our family?" "Why is this publishing house so good to take the initiative to share money" "My family Qing En is really prosperous, because the child is too young Being able to make money does not mean being able to make money easily, and it ’s so distressing.
When I heard what Duan Qingen said, it was a stun.
She felt the money in her pocket subconsciously, and looked around carefully, seeing that there was no one, she put it in her son's ear, and whispered, "Mom brought all the money out of her pocket. , It ’s not safe to hold so much money outside, next time, next time.

Duan Qingen couldn't laugh or cry, but also felt bad for Wang Xiuhong. She was less than thirty years old, so she was so cautious.
"Mom, it doesn't matter. This is the school. It's nothing. When we finish the formalities, I'll go back with you."
In the end, the mother couldn't screw her son. Wang Xiuhong finally agreed, while feeling so much money in his arms, he was worried for his son.
That's a jump.
Even if Qing En would write a book, skipping a grade would be the equivalent of taking a year's lesson in a day.
He lived only seven years.
Teacher Wang in the room was watching the students sending new books one by one, and heard a few knocks on the door. She turned her head in confusion, just to see Wang Xiuhong carefully put her hands back.
Teacher Wang quickly got off the podium, went outside, and asked softly, "Mother Qing En, what's wrong?"
Wang Xiuhong was not good at words, Duan Qingen raised her face and said crisply, "Teacher, I want to skip the grade."
"Jump?"
Teacher Wang looked at this little Douding in doubt. She hadn't taught Duan Qingen before in this class. She was also a new teacher. She didn't know the previous students, but she didn't judge directly.
Instead, he squatted down and asked Duan Qingen: "Qing En, well, why would you want to jump?"
Duan Qingen's eyes were serious: "Because the courses I have learned have far exceeded the first grade, in the first grade, it is just a waste of time."
Although Mr. Wang is a new teacher, he has not been in contact with children before.
Suddenly she saw that a child like Duan Qing'en actually used such a serious tone, and said such a serious word, a white and tender face slightly pursed her lips, looking more and more cute, she almost couldn't help laughing.
Children now, how to speak one by one as a little adult.
Although I think Duan Qingen is cute, she didn't take it seriously. After all, jumping in the second grade only started jumping up in the second grade. Unless the special circumstances of the first grade children, they are all little farts who ca n’t even rub their butts I ca n’t understand everything, how can I skip the level.
But the enthusiasm of children cannot be defeated.
Mr. Wang smiled, and did not show anything on his face, but seemed to be serious: "Where do you want to jump?"
Duan Qingen's voice was immature, and his tone was firm: "I have reached the grade level in the school."
Hey, this kid, why is it so fun?
Teacher Wang deliberately teased: "The teacher will test you first. How much is 13 times 2?"
Duan Qingen looked at the smiling teacher in front of him with a little wonder: "26."
"You really do."
Teacher Wang was a little surprised next time, and she took it a little more seriously: "What about 24 times 13?"
"The teacher brought you a draft paper. If you figure it out, I'll take you to the principal to talk about this grade-jump."
She stood up and planned to go into the house to get the paper. As a result, Duan Qing'en said the answer without delay.
"312."
Teacher Wong:"……"
This kid is so amazing, wouldn't it happen?
"What about 67 times 87?"
"5829."
Teacher Wang: "... you wait."
In fact, she said this amount casually, and she didn't know the answer.
She turned around and took the pen and paper on the podium, and quickly figured it out.
The result came out, it was actually 5829.
Teacher Wang is not calm.
Did she just meet a genius just after teaching? ?
Now, even supervising the children to read the new textbook, she couldn't take care of it. She hurriedly called the class representative to go out and went to Wang Xiuhong:
"Your child is so smart. Are you sure you want to jump?"
Seeing the teacher exaggerated, Wang Xiuhong breathed a sigh of relief and smiled on her face: "Yes, I'm sure."
"Then let ’s go to the principal and ask. It seems that our school has n’t had any students skip the grade for so long. I do n’t know the process. I ’ll ask the principal.

Although Duan Qingen was not brought out by her, Teacher Wang thought that the student in her hand was probably a genius, and she walked along the road and became energetic.
I met a colleague on the road and was so happy to see her. The colleague also asked: "Mr. Wang, what is so happy?"
"Take the child to the principal to ask the jump."
Mr. Wang ’s laughing teeth were exposed, and he brought the little Duan Qingen to the front, showing off:
Look, this child, our class, is smart. Just now I asked him to calculate the double-digit multiplication. I figured it out in seconds. "
"So amazing."
"No!"
Duan Qingen silently acted as Xiaodou Ding, watching the expression on Teacher Wang's face.
In fact, everyone knows that she wanted to show off "look, how clever our children are", but in fact she looked at gold with a smile on her face and pulled Duan Qing'en to boast.
"Looking at this child, he is much better, he is tall and white, he looks sensible when he looks at it."
It fell into Duan Qingen's ear, and it automatically became: "Look at this little sapling, it is much straighter, the leaves are more tender, and there are no scratches on the body. After watching it, it will grow into a towering tree."
Teacher Wang and the teacher boasted Duan Qingen for three minutes before they said goodbye to each other and continued to take their talented students and their parents to the principal's room.
She all thought about it, even if Duan Qing'en failed to jump through the ranks, relying on his mental arithmetic ability to cultivate it, she would definitely become a talent.
Anyway, it doesn't hurt.
Duan Qingen suddenly thought of Zheng Yuxuan: "Teacher, Yu Xuan also wants to skip the grade together."
Teacher Wang froze first.
Then more happy.
What a good day today, even if the flowering and fruiting, there are still two fruits.
Zheng Yuxuan and Duan Qingen were quickly taken to the principal's office.
At the beginning of school, the principal was so busy that I heard that two children wanted to skip the grade, and they were all first grade children. The first reaction was that they were making a fool.
The first grade child is at the time of laying the foundation.
Don't say that you really skip the level. The basics are not solid enough to keep up with the lecture content. It is difficult to say just whether you can skip the past.
At this time, the parents of the children are not very likely to counsel their children's homework. Generally, the child is handed over to the school. At school, the teacher manages, returns home, and does homework.
It is impossible to count on them for counselling, but they still have to go to work. Besides, due to the influence of the age, some parents' educational level is not so good.
Therefore, the principal did not think about the parents' training of children's success. I heard that it was the new teacher Wang who brought the child, and immediately recognized in his heart that it was teacher Wang's new inexperience. When the child said that he was jumping, she said Bring it here.
In the bottom of my heart, this was the case. When Mr. Wang expressed his hope that the two children could be examined, the principal frowned, and said solemnly:
"Now the child is still small, even if the grade is higher than the students in the same class, it is too fast to skip the grade, and such a bigger child can not even take care of himself, and went to the senior class. Bullied by classmates? "
The hot blood in Teacher Wang's heart was poured clean by the cold water.
In the end, she was still unwilling to push her two children forward: "Principal, I have tested it, they do have the ability to skip the level, and it is the child who wants to skip the level. If you want to reject it, Always give a legitimate reason to let them do what they want to do with papers? "
Wang Xiuhong also said, "Yes, principal, my son and Yu Xuan really worked hard to jump the grade. But they have been studying and haven't been relaxed during the summer vacation. Please let them try it. If it doesn't work, And we will not be entangled. "
If the teacher and the students were alone, the principal could still insist, but the parents spoke. Even if he looked at the two little peas in front of him and thought it was impossible, he still had to give the parents some face.
"Well, I'm looking for the second grade paper. If you make it and you can get more than 95 points, I agree to skip the grade."
There is not much else in the principal's office, that is, there are many books and papers.
He stood up, wearing his reading glasses, picked it on the ground full of papers, and found two second-grade Chinese papers before them.
The language was chosen because there is a big difference between the first grade language and the second grade language. If they can make it, then it is a hell.
It is also because of this principal that he does not agree with skipping grades. Mathematics can also rely on talents. How to rely on rote language?
When the paper was in hand, the two children were arranged to sit on the principal's sofa, and each issued a pen.
Then, almost at the same time, they kept writing and started writing.
principal:"……"
Wouldn't these two children write rashly?
He hurried forward, stood beside him and looked down.
This look stunned.
Actually, both were right, both of them buried their heads in writing. Although they were close, no one looked at them, and they all wrote the same correct answer quickly.
The headmaster's eyes widened.
Damn it.
They actually took their second grade courses by themselves.
Duan Qingen wrote a little faster. The first one was handed over to the principal, who sat down and looked up, looking up at the principal wearing a reading glasses trying to pick the wrong one.
Then Zheng Yuxuan finished writing, and sat obediently, looking at the principal to check his own paper.
After reading the two principals, "..."
That's true.
How old are these two children. How can such a big child be so powerful?
Teacher Wang also looked over and looked at it, seeing that the writing on the paper was clear and correct, and his face was suddenly full of pride.
"Look, can you let them jump?"
"Ok, Ok."
The principal nodded, "Just don't delay learning."
Duan Qingen raised her hand obediently: "Principal, I don't want to jump to second grade, I want to jump higher."
Zheng Yuxuan looked at him and raised his hand, "Me too."
principal:"……"
With the previous lesson, he said nothing this time, and took out the third grade paper and gave it to the two.
The third grade papers were quickly finished, and they were still full marks.
Zheng Yuxuan, a fourth-grade paperman, was dead, only 80 points.
The grade 5 papers were in Duan Qingen's hands, and they still scored perfectly.
Then came the sixth grade with full marks.
The principal didn't give any more papers.
They are elementary school, there is no junior high school paper.
He took off the reading glasses and looked at the little boy in front of him who looked like a good-looking little boy, shaking with excitement.
They school, this is out of one ... no, two geniuses? !!