Luo Jinping was also excited, without his usual calmness.

I haven't mastered this skill yet!

"Yeah, I reported it. This is yesterday's newspaper, bought in the city. I just received the mail when I came back today."

With this newspaper, his time in the city will definitely be greatly reduced.

How could he not be excited?

Yang Xiaole looked at the happy face of the other party, smirked, and asked innocently, "Teacher Luo, the Renming Daily is such a powerful newspaper, the payment must be high, right?"

He didn't really want the money.

He just wanted proof that he could spend money openly in the future.

Luo Jinping nodded lightly, "Yes, they paid me 50 yuan per thousand characters for this article. I wrote a total of 1957 characters. Although the published word count is not as much as the original version, they still paid me 97.85 yuan based on the number of characters I wrote."

(Years ago, after the Renming Daily was revamped, the submission price was very high! You can check online. The normal publishing houses were only 10 to 30 yuan per thousand characters. Famous scholars were even paid 500 yuan per thousand characters. The price was reduced in September, but it was still 4 to 15 yuan.)

Yang Xiaole licked his lips.

He glanced at the other pages of the newspaper and found that there were actually novels inside.

Damn it, if he had known it was so lucrative, he would have written novels!

Damn it.

Gao Xinbao sat beside the two, listening curiously to their conversation.

Luo Jinping looked at Yang Xiaole, thought for a moment, and took out 50 yuan from it and put it on the table.

With a serious face, he said, "Xiaole, I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. The core of this article came from your mouth. Although you don't know whose words it is, without that sentence, I wouldn't have received so much money. Take this 50 yuan, don't think it's too little!"

"Hey, Teacher Luo, thank you!"

Yang Xiaole accepted it without hesitation.

When it's not time to be polite, it's when you need money! Why not take this free money!

Although he also copied it from someone else.

Then he smiled at Luo Jinping, "Teacher Luo, doesn't the newspaper give rewards like meat coupons or food coupons?"

Luo Jinping looked at him taking the money.

He also breathed a sigh of relief.

It would be very embarrassing if a teacher plagiarized a student's words and didn't give him the full payment. If it weren't for his brother...

Thinking of this, he shook his head, hoping to receive a letter from his brother soon!

When his brother's letter arrives, he will give him the money.

When he heard Yang Xiaole mention tickets, he was puzzled, "Tickets? Why would the newspaper give tickets? They give money!"

Yang Xiaole shrugged, if there are no tickets, then there are none. He'll have to make up a story when he goes back.

Thinking of this, he said to Luo Jinping, "By the way, Teacher Luo, since I've received this money, can you give me a certificate? Otherwise, I won't be able to explain it when I go back."

"Sure!"

Luo Jinping smiled and pointed at the end of the article, "Well, isn't that the best proof?"

Yang Xiaole lowered his head and looked at it.

There was actually a signature at the end: "Contributor: Luo Jinping, Yang Xiaole."

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole shook his head.

Damn it, why not use a pen name? Why use my real name? What if someone comes looking for trouble in the future?

Forget it, that's something for a few years later.

He's already in the big city now. If people from the village want to mess with him, they can go find him.

But he was also puzzled, "Teacher Luo, didn't you just mention me briefly? How come my name is also published?"

"I'm not sure about this. I mentioned that the last sentence of the article came from you. Maybe they thought that the core idea of the whole article was that sentence, so they added your name to the list of contributors."

Seeing Luo Jinping's confused expression, Yang Xiaole clicked his tongue. It's better this way.

Without specific proof, how much money and how many tickets, it's all nonsense, right?

Need a receipt?

Go find Teacher Luo!

Need proof?

Go inquire at the Renming Daily!

Then he folded the newspaper and put it away with a smile, "Teacher Luo, you gave me this newspaper! I'll go show it to my parents! They will definitely be very happy."

"You can take it. It was meant to be given to you."

Luo Jinping looked at him and smiled, thinking that he would have to find a way to make up for this money in the future.

Otherwise, his professional ethics would be lacking.

Gao Xinbao blinked his big eyes beside them, "Xiaole, you're so amazing? You made 50 yuan so easily?"

Yang Xiaole smiled proudly, "Knowledge..."

He was about to say that knowledge changes destiny! But then he remembered that Luo Jinping was still there!

If he heard that and published it, things would become even bigger. It's different from the previous sentence.

Then he smiled, "It's nothing. Teacher Luo wrote it, I just benefited from it."

And Gao Danian next to him couldn't help but swallow his saliva. Damn it, just by writing a few words, you can earn so much money?

Looking at his own useless son, he was furious.

Luo Jinping saw this scene and smiled at Gao Xinbao, "So, we have to study, study to have more opportunities."

Then he said to Yang Xiaole, "By the way, let me tell you something. The notice for the education reform next year has come out. We will be the same as the city, six years of schooling."

Yang Xiaole didn't care much about this news.

They said they would reform the education system last year, but it hasn't changed yet. Anyway, it will only start from the first grade.

It won't affect him."This time, our primary school has added a sixth grade, and we're using the sixth-grade textbooks from the city!"

Luo Jinping's words made him frown.

"What kind of reform is this? Doesn't it mean I have to study for an extra year next year?"

There's no chance for him to go to university now!

Luo Jinping nodded slightly: "Yes, you have to study for an extra year."

After saying that, he poured a bowl of cold tea and gulped it down.

Then he stood up and said, "Alright, I won't keep you any longer. I need to go back. The school will be busy in the next few days, preparing for the new term."

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole could only stand up as well.

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At the door, he saw Yang Qingwu and his group who had just caught a piglet not far away.

They were returning with a full load!

In their baskets and on their carts were small pigs and chickens.

He paused for a moment, greeted Luo Jinping, and waited in place.

Luo Jinping didn't think much of it and left with a smile.

"Xiaole, why haven't you left yet? Was that Teacher Luo?"

Yang Qingwu came over and asked him.

"Yes, Teacher Luo just brought me a newspaper! It's the one I mentioned before that was published. Look, our names are on it."

As he spoke, he proudly handed over the newspaper.

Yang Qingwu was surprised and took a look, fortunately, he recognized some characters.

"Ouch! It really is your and Teacher Luo's names!"

After the surprise, he directly kept the newspaper and laughed: "I'll take this newspaper back to your parents, to promote you properly. Let's see what others have to say."

This was exactly the effect Yang Xiaole wanted.

He chuckled: "That's great, Uncle, you take it back and show my parents. Here's also the ten yuan manuscript fee. Teacher Luo mentioned something about copyright and gave another ten yuan."

Yang Qingwu was shocked as he took the money: "There's more?"

"Yes, Teacher Luo just gave it."

It's good to live well in the village, but there's a limit. Living too well at this time is not a good thing.

What he wanted was something he could digest quietly.

"Alright! I'll take it back to your parents and tell them the good news. I won't keep you any longer, we're leaving."

After saying that, he led the group back.

Gousheng wanted to say something, but seeing everyone leaving, he could only follow.

Yang Xiaole watched them walk away, then returned to the breakfast shop with a smile.