In the blink of an eye, more than half of September has passed, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is just three days away.

There is no holiday during the Mid-Autumn Festival, but it does not hinder the strong festive atmosphere.

Tomorrow is Sunday, and the library is preparing to distribute benefits to employees early.

The welfare benefits provided by the company these days are very simple, and they are all things that can be used daily, rather than those flashy gift boxes.

What the workers look forward to the most is the distribution of rice, flour, grains and oils. These days, everything you buy requires a ticket, and daily food is related to the quality of life of every family. Things that don't require a ticket are the best.

As a volunteer in the library, Lin Chaoyang worked early in the morning and moved the welfare items back to the library with several young colleagues.

The welfare of this year's Mid-Autumn Festival is a ten-pound bag of Fuqiang flour. After the 1950s, there were no brands of domestic flour, and they were unified into first-, second-, and third-class flours, named Fuqiang, Construction, and Production respectively.

Fuqiang flour is first-class flour, fine, with high gluten content and few impurities, similar to the high-gluten flour of later generations.

At this time, people are rarely willing to buy them, and they are waiting for the work unit to distribute them. They rarely eat them, they are all used to entertain guests.

In addition to a bag of flour, there is also a box of snacks from Daoxiangcun, weighing about two kilograms, and two bars of soap.

Colleagues were chatting and laughing about receiving benefits, but some people were complaining.

"What kind of snacks are we giving out? Can we get a few more kilograms of rice and white flour? No matter how hard it is, whole grains will do!"

No need to ask, this must be a family with a large population.

Desserts are scarce in this era, but these are the icing on the cake. They are meant to whet the appetites of the elderly and children, but they are not as economical as rice, noodles, grains and oils.

Lin Chaoyang felt moved when he heard his colleague's complaints. He took the complainer to the side and said a few words. Then one of them paid and the other handed something to Lin Chaoyang. Lin Chaoyang had an extra box of snacks in his hand.

Du Rong asked: "Chaoyang, did you buy the snacks?"

"Yes. There are many people in my family, and they all like sweets. It just so happens that someone doesn't want them. He took the money and exchanged it for some food stamps, getting the best of both worlds." Lin Chaoyang explained, and then asked Du Rong, "Can you sell the snacks?"

Du Rong immediately hid the snacks behind his back, "Don't try to trick me. It's been more than a year. This is the first time you've been given snacks. I haven't tasted them yet."

The joys and sorrows of life are not the same. Some people worry about giving out snacks, while others worry about not giving out enough snacks.

"Chaoyang, do you want some snacks?" Zheng Tongjiang asked.

"I want it!"

There are only two boxes of snacks. With such a big family, where can we get enough food?

After getting off work in the evening, Lin Chaoyang first carried his things to Langrun Lake Apartment. As soon as he arrived downstairs, he saw Wu Zuxiang standing downstairs.

In the days since Lin Chaoyang moved away, the old man's life has been difficult. He smokes and eats intermittently, which makes people scratch their heads. It's a feeling only an old smoker can understand.

Lin Chaoyang silently took out two packs of cigarettes and was about to stuff them into the old man's pocket when the old man grabbed his hand.

"What is a red plum?"

"The eyes are quite sharp. What's wrong? Don't you want to smoke?"

"Red plums have a bland taste and are not easy to smoke."

"Don't be picky. It's good that I didn't smoke a cannon for you."

Cannon is a method of smoking loose cigarettes rolled in calendar pages. It is a last resort for experienced smokers when they have no cigarettes to smoke.

Lin Chaoyang was too lazy to listen to the old man's pretentiousness and stuffed the cigarette into his pocket.

Wu Zuxiang was dissatisfied and said: "My class was for nothing for you? The smoke became more and more frequent. I think you are deliberately fooling me."

"It's too bad to beg for food. If you keep doing this, I won't care about you."

Lin Chaoyang's threat had some effect, and the old man's arrogance was somewhat restrained. Lin Chaoyang then said: "Why are you so easy to deal with?"

Wu Zuxiang looked regretful. Listening to Lin Chaoyang's tone, he might not be able to smoke outside in the future.

He touched the red plums in his pocket. In fact, the red plums tasted pretty good.

After Wu Zuxiang was taken care of, Lin Chaoyang carried his things upstairs.

Lin Chaoyang used to live in the Tao family, and all the benefits from his work unit were brought back directly.

Now that Lin Chaoyang and his wife have moved out, he also sent the welfare back to the Tao family, which surprised the family.

"Your eldest brother and I have both received benefits. You can just take your benefits home," Tao's father said.

"Yushu and I are just the two of us, and we usually don't eat much."

Lin Chaoyang put down his things. The boxes of snacks in the welfare package were the most eye-catching. Brothers Tao Xiwen and Tao Xiwu had been eyeing him since he entered the door. Even Tao's mother looked at him sideways.

"Chaoyang, why are there so many snacks?" Tao Yucheng asked curiously.

"Someone in our unit didn't want to order snacks, so I bought them. They didn't even need snack tickets. They used the money to buy some food stamps. We all benefited from each other," Lin Chaoyang explained.

Tao Yucheng thought to himself that his brother-in-law must have known that his mother loved sweets, so he specially changed the snacks to flatter her.

But he was also happy that the three children of the Tao family all liked sweets due to Tao's mother's influence.

Lin Chaoyang brought back four boxes of snacks today, and the whole family had to eat two meals.

Today is Saturday, and Lin Chaoyang and his wife are going home for dinner. Not long after Lin Chaoyang arrived, sisters Tao Yushu and Tao Yumo also came back one after another.

Seeing several boxes of snacks, Tao Yumo also became excited, "Brother-in-law, your unit is going to have a bloodletting campaign this year!"

"Where is it? Your brother-in-law changed it specially." Tao Yucheng said on behalf of his brother-in-law.

Tao Yumo gave Lin Chaoyang a thumbs up, "Brother-in-law is angry!"

After dinner, the family sat together and began to sit in rows and divide the fruits.

Lin Chaoyang brought back a lot of snacks today, and the family ate as much as they could, and they only ate two boxes.

Before leaving, Lin Chaoyang was about to go downstairs empty-handed. Father Tao said, "Take the things away."

"We still have noodles at home, and neither of us can eat the snacks, so you can eat them." Lin Chaoyang said.

After some negotiation, Tao's father left a box of snacks. Lin Chaoyang watched as he handed the box of snacks to Tao's mother.

No need to ask, this must be the ration left for my wife.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, you really dote on your wife like crazy!

The National Day comes immediately after the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Lin Chaoyang is currently planning to write a new novel.

In the past six months, apart from going to work and taking classes, he spent most of his spare time reading and reading newspapers. He also took enough breaks. When he didn't write for a long time, he became a little too technical.

By coincidence, that evening, Zhu Changsheng came uninvited and came to talk to Lin Chaoyang about his new work.

"The response to "Raiko's Summer" has been very good after it was published. Now everyone regards you as a leading figure in domestic stream-of-consciousness literature, and I hope you will continue to create more in-depth creations in the field of stream-of-consciousness literature."

Lin Chaoyang wrote "Raiko's Summer" because the story just needs an atmosphere, and stream-of-consciousness novels are full of nonsense, so they can cheat royalties.

He thought for a while and said: "Of course I'm happy that "Raiko's Summer" has been loved by everyone, but I haven't decided yet whether to write another work of this type."

Zhu Changsheng said: "As an editor, we are very much looking forward to you writing another work like "Lai Zi's Summer". "Lai Zi's Summer" created a new concept of 'Chinese-style stream-of-consciousness literature'

, there is hope that it will create a trend, and if you can delve deeper into it, you might be able to start a sect.”

Lin Chaoyang didn't believe the nonsense of their editors at all, and laughed loudly: "It's so easy to start a sect. Aren't there great masters in the literary world everywhere?"

Seeing that Lin Chaoyang was not impressed at all by the cake he drew and had a firm attitude, Zhu Changsheng couldn't help but feel regretful.

He asked again: "Do you have any thoughts recently?"

"It's brewing."

Seeing his relaxed expression, Zhu Changsheng couldn't help but joke: "You are confident now. The novel "Wreaths Under the Mountains" alone is worth a household worth ten thousand yuan."

The term "household with ten thousand yuan" has just become popular. In April this year, Xinhua News Agency published a newsletter article "Spring in Yantan".

The article mentioned that at the end of 1979, Lanzhou Li Dexiang received 10,000 yuan from his team, and the members called his family a "ten thousand yuan household."

This term was widely spread with the circulation of the article, and in less than half a year it became the most familiar new term among the Chinese people.

If we were to select the hot words of 1980 at this time, the word "ten thousand yuan household" would definitely be on the list.

For most people in this era, this is still a very distant goal, but Zhu Changsheng knows that this is not a problem at all for Lin Chaoyang.

Not to mention other works, the income from the single book of "Garland Under the Mountain" alone this year will probably make Lin Chaoyang a lot of money.

Lin Chaoyang smiled and said, "It's not that exaggerated. There is a special reason why "High Mountain" sold so well."

"I don't care what the reason is, you actually got the royalties. You earned more from this novella than anyone else from writing two full-length novels."

Zhu Changsheng's tone was partly sighing and partly envious.

For most writers, Lin Chaoyang's income is unimaginable.

The royalties for a novella these days are usually three to five hundred yuan. Once published, publication depends on luck, and you can't count on the royalties for the number of print runs.

Even if 100,000 copies are sold, the royalties are only 20% of the print run. Despite the current strong reading atmosphere in China, it is not easy for ordinary books to sell this volume.

"Garland Under the Mountain" sold more than two million copies in half a year. It was the right time, place and people. Even if it is placed in a national publishing house like the Humanities Society, it is an extremely rare situation.

“Some people in our club have recently said that we really should not have let go of the hen that lays the golden eggs of “Mountain”.

But we also have "Raiko's Summer", and the club is currently holding a symposium on "Raiko's Summer".

I should talk to you about the publication of "Raiko's Summer" in a while, and it will cost you a large amount of royalties."

Zhu Changsheng was the editor of "Contemporary" and was not responsible for the book publishing business of the Humanities Society, so he just let Lin Chaoyang know.
To be continued...