Chapter 18 That feeling is so sweet!

After seeing Liu Jianqing off, Li Changhe walked into the house again.

Looking at the few remaining manuscripts in the style of scar literature on the table, Li Changhe thought for a moment and picked them up again.

It's not his style to write without making money. After all, the original intention of literary creation was to make money.

However, it has been decided not to publish it in People's Literature, or to use the pen name "Ling Jue" no longer. He can still use other pen names.

Anyway, in the past three months, he has developed several pen names and regularly contributed to four or five magazines, and his price has also increased slightly.

For example, Yenching Literature and Art has already offered him six yuan per thousand words, which is only one yuan away from the maximum of seven yuan.

After all, these days, which magazine doesn't want to find a partner with stable and high-quality supply?

If I submit another manuscript with a scar-style style, the price may increase. After all, my pseudonym "Jiang He" is quite famous in Yanjing Literature and Art.

In addition, some well-known literary magazines that Li Changhe knew have gradually appeared recently, such as "Yanhe".

It was only after discovering the "Yanhe" magazine last month that he realized that the magazine had actually been resumed a long time ago, but its previous name was "Shaanxi Literature and Art", and it was renamed just last month.

But it doesn’t matter. Now that we know it’s “Yanhe”, it gives us another way to make money.

Li Changhe has already opened an alias in "Yanhe" and named it "Qinchuan". This is his second submission, and he can also submit the manuscript of Scar Literature in his hand.

Anyway, as long as it’s not sent by “Ling Jue”, it’s fine. Opening more aliases can help share more firepower.

Afterwards, Li Changhe divided the manuscripts in his hand into several parts, signed them under different pseudonyms, and then went to the post office near the school to submit the manuscripts.

When it came out, Li Changhe calculated that if all the manuscripts were accepted and the royalties were paid.

His savings will exceed one thousand yuan!

After more than half a year of traveling through time, I have only made about a thousand yuan. Compared with those seniors who traveled through time before me, to be honest, I feel a bit embarrassed!

Unfortunately, it is very difficult to make money on a large scale in this era, and it will take a few more years to resell materials. After all, the spring breeze of reform has not yet started.

Thinking of this, Li Changhe couldn't help but sigh again.

Why did my protagonist choose to start the story in Hong Kong in the 1970s? As a result, there is too little information about the mainland now.

You can't sneak into Hong Kong Island at this time!

Shaking his head, Li Changhe abandoned the unrealistic ideas in his mind. It was too ridiculous!
August in Beijing is already the hottest time of the year. The temperature overhead is at least 37 or 38 degrees Celsius, which is hot and dry.

At this time, Li Changhe missed the air-conditioning era of later generations very much.

“Popsicle!”

"ice cream!"

"Selling popsicles!"

A loud shout suddenly reached Li Changhe's ears. Li Changhe looked in the direction of the sound and saw an old lady pushing a four-wheeled cart on the side of the road. There was a large white wooden box on it, covered with a thick quilt.

"Grandma, give me two popsicles!"

The weather was too hot. When Li Changhe saw the grandma selling popsicles, he ran over without hesitation.

"Okay, what flavor do you want, kid?"

There were not many types of popsicles in those days, mainly red bean popsicles and big red fruit popsicles, which were simply the mung bean and hawthorn ones that came later. Of course, they were not as sophisticated as those of later generations.

Three cents a stick, very cheap.

Of course, there are more expensive ones, such as cream popsicles that cost five cents each, which are more high-end.

"Grandma, let me take a look!"

Li Changhe took a look into the box and saw only those kinds of things, but next to them, he also saw a few bottles of yellow soda.

An old brand in Beijing, Arctic Ocean!
"Give me three bottles of soda and some red berries!"

Li Changhe placed a large order without hesitation.

These days, Arctic Ocean is not cheap, 25 cents a bottle, and you can get 1 cent back if you return the bottle after drinking it.

Li Changhe didn't know how to drink it on the spot, so he bought a bottle for 25 cents, plus a popsicle, and Li Changhe made up a whole dollar!
Fortunately, he had a bag in his hand. Li Changhe put the two bottles of soda and the popsicles into the bag, and then opened another bottle.

The soda in the box was still a little cold, after all, it was next to the popsicles.

Li Changhe took a sip happily, then burped.

Comfortable!

Then I went all the way home, opened the soda, poured it into a white porcelain jar, and put the popsicles in it.

Soon, the temperature of the soda dropped, and I felt more comfortable after taking another sip.

After expelling the cold from his body, Li Changhe saw the letter from Zhu Lin on the table.

Li Changhe picked up the pen and was about to write a reply, but suddenly he thought of something and put it down. He was about to come back, why was he writing a reply?
On the evening of August 1977, , a train rumbled into Yongdingmen Railway Station.

This is the future Beijing South Railway Station, of course it is still an old bungalow now.

Soon, a large group of people got off the train at the exit. They were Zhu Lin and other medical students.

"We've arrived at the station. Let's go home and pack up."

"Yeah, it's too hot today!"

"Luckily it's night time now. Hey, our man is here. Let's go first!"

Various classmates began to disperse in groups of three or four and were picked up by their families.

There are also some who do not go home but go directly back to the school dormitory.

Zhu Lin also planned to go back to the dormitory directly, and she didn’t even tell her family when she would be back.

"Linlin, this isn't too far, why don't we walk back!"

A female classmate with pigtails spoke to Zhu Lin seriously.

Zhu Lin was somewhat reluctant as the weather was too hot. She actually wanted to make a tricycle or something like that.

However, she also knew that many of her classmates who lived on campus were from other places, their family conditions were average, and their monthly subsidy was only 10 or 20 yuan.

Zhu Lin was about to speak when he suddenly saw a tall figure standing quietly at the exit.

Li Changhe is now 1.83 meters tall and stands out in the crowd.

At this time, Li Changhe also saw Zhu Lin and waved at her with a smile.

"I'm not going back to the dorm, my friend is here to pick me up!"

The moment he saw Li Changhe, Zhu Lin felt an inexplicable surge of joy in his heart.

In particular, she had never told Li Changhe the time of her return, but Li Changhe was able to pick her up on time, which made her feel inexplicably surprised.

Seeing Zhu Lin walking quickly towards a young man, the classmates following Zhu Lin were a little surprised.

That tall and handsome young man who came to pick up Zhu Lin from the station in the evening?

Is it possible?
"That should be Linlin's boyfriend. I remember him picking her up at the hospital entrance a few months ago."

"I thought so. This little girl is really good at hiding things. She never let anything out."

"You guys haven't noticed, she's been writing letters to someone. I guess they were dating at that time."

"It looks like we'll be able to eat wedding candy soon!"

Zhu Lin naturally couldn't hear the gossip of her classmates in the back, so she came to Li Changhe.

Before he could say anything, he saw Li Changhe take out a bottle of Arctic Ocean from his bag like a magic trick.

"Is it hot?"

"Drink some water first!"

Li Changhe said with a smile.

"Your water is really expensive. You drink soda as water!"

Zhu Lin rolled his eyes at Li Changhe, but still took the bottle. It wasn't very cold, just a little chilly.

After taking a few sips, Zhu Lin asked curiously, "Why did you suddenly come to pick me up?"

"What's so sudden?"

"I came here well prepared. I've been waiting here for five days."

"I calculated that you would be back in the next few days. There are only two trains from your place back to the capital, one in the morning and one in the evening."

"I'll just wait here on time!"

"Big data extrapolation, it's very simple!"

Li Changhe said in a relaxed manner.

He didn't reply that day because he was thinking about this. It's not too difficult to calculate the pick-up time these days. After all, the train's capacity is there.

However, his words did not seem so simple to Zhu Lin.

People in this era are often easily moved by small things, like Li Changhe.

Even though Zhu Lin was considered well-informed in this era, he was still feeling agitated at this moment.

That feeling is so sweet!

(End of this chapter)