In the letter from "Science Fiction World", He Ping asked him to communicate with them by phone. After all, transportation was really inconvenient in this era. One was in the northeast and the other was in the southwest. It took more than twenty days to write a letter back and forth.

He Ping went to the commune post office specifically, and the person who answered the phone was a girl named Yang Xiao. According to her own introduction, she was assigned to the magazine this year and was commissioned by the editor-in-chief to communicate with He Ping about the collection and publication of his short stories.

The first time I heard the name of Yang Xiao, He Ping, felt a little familiar. He thought about it carefully and it seemed that later generations would be the editor-in-chief and editor-in-chief of "Science Fiction World".

He Ping had no objection to the publication of short stories, and he did not expect the magazine to give a high royal fee. Anyway, he had received a royal fee once, so he was simply holding a mosquito's legs, no matter how small his legs were, he was still fleshy.

The final result of the discussion on the phone was He Ping's collection of short stories, tentatively named "He Ping's collection of short stories science fiction novels", well, simple and unpretentious. The manuscript remuneration still implements the model of basic manuscript remuneration, with 15 yuan of 1,000 words, 8% of manuscript remuneration.

He Ping thought quickly and could get more than 2,700 yuan by himself, but the number of royalties for printing has not been calculated.

In addition to the remuneration given by "The Cricket Wandering" in the previous few times, the dividends from the chicken farm last year were completely over 10,000 yuan.

The 1980s is a ten thousand yuan household! What does this mean? He Ping couldn't help but wander.

"Teacher He?Teacher He?"

"Hello!" The girl on the phone made He Ping come back to his senses. He wiped the saliva that did not exist on his mouth, "Then let it be, Xiao Yang, I'll leave the cover layout to you. I'll worry about the preface. Just ask you to find someone."

"Okay, thank you Teacher He for your trust in us. I will send you the sample book as soon as possible."

"Okay, that's it, goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, He Ping saw his girlfriend standing next to him happily.

“Published again?”

"Well, the short stories I posted before. Isn't this a publisher looking at me becoming famous recently, I want to benefit from it."

Mao Chunhua didn't think that He Ping's words were arrogant, but instead looked at her boyfriend with a mysterious face. What a talented man!

He Ping and his girlfriend were tired of it and then left. Recently, the chicken farm has started to get busy again, mainly because the Dingtun chicken farm has also started laying eggs.

I rode a bicycle to Dingtun Chicken Farm and asked about the situation of egg laying in the chicken farm in the past two days. The deputy director is from Dingtun, named Ding Jili, who is about the same age as He Ping.

"Today there are more than 30 more chickens laying eggs. If you look for this speed, it is estimated that all the chicken seedlings in our chicken farm can lay eggs by mid-October."

"Yes, it's finally time to get a harvest. But I think we have to wait a little longer. Now the chicken farm can turn losses into profits soon. The next step should be to expand the chicken seedlings. The standard built by our chicken farm was the stock of 20,000, which is only one-tenth now."

Ding Jili hesitated, "I have to tell the captain about this. It is appropriate to expand the chicken seedlings, but I am afraid that the members will have opinions if the dividends are less at the end of the year."

He Ping also understood their situation, "Okay, you can discuss it with Uncle Paiguo first. If there are any difficulties, let's sit down and discuss it together."

After dealing with the matter of Dingtun chicken farm, He Ping rode his bike back to Hantun.

After entering the chicken farm, I saw Aunt Qiufen’s eldest son Han Zhaolin, “Brother He Ping.”

"How was it selling today?" He Ping asked.

"It's done." Han Zhaolin said depressedly.

"Why is it still drooping?"

Han Zhaolin didn't say anything, and He Ping didn't ask again.

After Han Zhao left, he heard the women working and chatting.

"I want me to say that the Song Baishun family is really not a thing, I really dislike the poor and love the rich."

"Who said no? How could this be done? Yuping has only been away for a few years. At that time, the two brothers were like brothers, but now they change their faces if they say they change their faces."

"It can't be blamed all for me. You said that Qiufen, the only woman's family, is Qiufen, who has three kids, how can you live? Now Zhaolin can work in the chicken farm, but after all, there are three kids. Whose girl can have a better life after marrying in?"

He Ping was so excited that he heard the sound of his ears. The women suddenly stopped talking. He looked up and everyone stared at him.

He pretended to be fine, "Everyone works, don't keep talking about it."

The women's eyes were almost rolling to the back of their heads. Our field manager is so shameless! Only the state officials are allowed to set fire and not allow the people to light the lights, and they don't let others talk. You are very excited to hear it.

He Ping was discovered by women after half of his gossip, and he was scratching his heart and heart. It seems that there is a story here. Who is He Ping? That is a writer and what the writer needs most, collecting writing materials. Things like what women say are so suitable for him.

It happened that Han Zhaoshe had just returned from outside, and He Ping gave him a wink.

"Brother He Ping, what's the matter?" This kid is indeed a good gossip material. He could smell the strong gossip aura on He Ping's body as soon as he hits his eyes.

"Go and inquire what happened to Zhaolin."

"What's the specific matter?"

"How could I know? Do you ask if I need to ask?" He Ping gave Han Zhaoshe a broken brain.

"Get orders."

It took less than twenty minutes before Han Zhaoshe returned.

"How is it?"

"I found out clearly. I said that when Zhaolin went out to sell eggs today, I heard that the Song Baishun family in Kezhai was planning to meet the big girl in the family."

"What does the relationship between him and his partner? Did he fall in love with other girls?" He Ping asked.

"Brother He Ping, you don't know that the eldest girl from Song Baishun's family and Zhaolin are children's relatives." Han Zhaoshe explained to He Ping.

Yohe, I didn’t expect that there was still this inside story, and He Ping suddenly became energetic, “Continue to talk.”

Han Zhaoshe said: "Uncle Yuping is Zhaolin's father. It turns out that he is a famous good brother with Song Baishun from Kezhai. When Uncle Yuping was alive, he was like a brother. Isn't it just that the child in the family is a child, so he booked a baby to marry him.

In the past, Uncle Yuping was married when he was alive, but now Uncle Yuping is gone. Only Aunt Qiufen is left with three kids and an old lady in the family. Life is difficult, who would want the girl to marry her and suffer? So recently, Song Baishun and his wife have been planning a partner for their daughters. I heard that she still looked for a city man.”

As soon as he heard the words "city man", He Ping instinctively began to worry for Han Zhaolin. The three words "city man" these days mean decent jobs and stable income. Although many people may feel uncomfortable when they say this, if a rural family finds a son-in-law or wife in the city, they will be climbing to a high point.

After inquiring about the things that were interested, He Ping waved his hand and asked Han Zhaoshe to leave, which was a very scumbag-like style.
Chapter completed!