Little Farmer Big Star

? Which one should I submit to?

Li Fan was thinking about this question when he suddenly remembered the phone. He picked it up and saw that it was Zheng Jie who called.

Zheng Jie rarely called Li Fan, "Is there something wrong?" Li Fan answered the phone doubtfully.

It turned out that the first batch of vegetables in Zheng Jie's small vegetable garden were ripe. Li Fan was invited to dinner with his father and mother.

In addition, listening to Zheng Jie's meaning, it seems that the village chief has also been invited.

Li Fan laughed, naturally he would not refuse. Zheng Jie and Zhang Xia take good care of their small vegetable garden every day, and the vegetables in it seem to be a little better than those in Li Fan's farm.

This makes Zheng Jie happy, but no, the first batch of vegetables is ripe, please invite Li Fan and the others over for dinner.

After hanging up the phone, Li Fan looked at the time, it was 4:30, it was a little early now.

However, he has nothing to do right now, so he just passed by now.

As for the submission, he is not in a hurry for one or two days. Anyway, he has no good idea about where to submit.

When I came downstairs, I happened to meet my mother coming back from outside, so she said: "Mom, the vegetables in Old Zheng's vegetable garden are ready to eat, so let's go over for dinner tonight. I'll go first, you and Dad will be waiting later. past."

Mom quickly agreed and said, "Mr. Zheng really has a heart."

Li Fan laughed and walked out of the courtyard, heading straight for Zheng Jie's fate.

...

Half an hour later, Li Fan came to the front of Yuanlai, saw Zheng Jie and Zhang Xia picking vegetables in the vegetable garden, and shouted from a distance, "Mr. Zheng, how mature are your dishes? Don't eat enough. "

Zheng Jie heard Li Fan's voice, raised her head to look at him, and said with a smile: "You kid is looking at the vegetables in my vegetable garden. They look better than those in your farm, you are envious."

Li Fan laughed and said, "Old Zheng has good eyesight. Your cooking skills are good, how about you go to work in my farm? I'll give you double wages, how about that?"

Zheng Jie stared and was about to speak, but heard Zhang Xia say, "Fanzi is here,

Come and sit in the house. "

Li Fan hurriedly said, "Thank you Aunt Zhang, I'll help you."

Zhang Xia said: "No, no, it will be finished soon."

After Zhang Xia picked the vegetables, Li Fan helped carry the basket and entered the house with Zheng Jie and Zhang Xia. Putting the vegetable basket in the kitchen, Li Fan asked again, "Aunt Zhang, do you need any help?"

Zhang Xia smiled and said, "No, I don't need your help. You can rest outside. Don't be polite."

"Hey!" Li Fan returned to the main room, saw Zheng Jie making tea, hehe smiled, and said, "Mr. Zheng's tea making is very professional, has he done it in a tea shop before?"

Zheng Jie ignored him. After brewing the tea, he said, "It's such a waste to give such a good tea to a boy who doesn't understand tea!"

Li Fan smiled, he really didn't know much about tea, and he didn't usually have the habit of drinking tea. I was about to take a closer look at what Zheng Jie called "good tea".

With a sudden "Huh" sound, a magazine on the coffee table caught his attention.

It seemed to be a martial arts magazine, Li Fan took it over, and at a glance, it really was a martial arts magazine: "Laughing Rivers and Lakes".

Li Fan's heart moved, and while flipping through the magazine in his hand, he asked, "Does Zheng Lao also like to watch martial arts?"

Zheng Jie looked at the magazine in Li Fan's hand, suddenly sighed softly, and said, "Indeed, it's just that I haven't read it for many years."

"Huh? Why?" Li Fan asked with a little doubt.

Zheng Jie suddenly smiled again, and said, "It's boring to read too much. It's always like that. You can guess the end and even the process by reading the beginning. That's not the most important thing. The most important thing is that the description is pale and there is no sense of picture. After watching it too much, I feel that it is not as interesting as the fairy tales we wrote."

Uh, for Zheng Jie's statement, Li Fan can only say that it is very appropriate. To read the current martial arts novels, it is better to read his fairy tales or comics.

However, the majority of martial arts fans do not think so.

Li Fan smiled and said, "I agree with Mr. Zheng's statement. However, martial arts are actually fairy tales."

"Oh? Martial arts are also fairy tales?" Zheng Jie was stunned, then looked at Li Fan with interest and asked, "How do you say? Why do you say martial arts are also fairy tales?"

Li Fan smiled mysteriously and said faintly, "Martial arts are originally fairy tales, but martial arts are adults' fairy tales."

"This..." Zheng Jie was startled, then her eyes flashed, thoughtfully.

Li Fan laughed, not bothering Zheng Jie, but turned the magazine in his hand to a page and started reading this short martial arts story called "Blood Dart".

Although it is the material of the escort agency that makes Li Fan a little bit painful, but he is also idle when he is idle, so just take a look.

After a while, when Li Fan looked more and more painful, he finally heard Zheng Jie sigh and said: "What a martial arts fairy tale for adults, your kid really is a person with spiritual roots. It's just a pity, we The fairy tales of adults have been exhibited for decades, and the stories they write are still the same. Finally, a Liang Sheng came out, but it was hurriedly sealed, which made people sigh."

Li Fan looked at Zheng Jie and said calmly, "After Liang Sheng sealed the pen, isn't there another 'Four Great Masters of Mainland Martial Arts' and 'Four Great Masters of Hong Kong Martial Arts'? Their works are not good either?"

Zheng Jie glared at Li Fan and said, "Don't pretend to be there, kid, I still don't believe you haven't seen their works. Their works are really eye-catching at the beginning, but they're only bright. Although the quality is higher than others, it is also pointless to watch two more films."

Li Fan smiled, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Mr. Zheng, since you haven't read martial arts for many years, this magazine is..."

Li Fan didn't finish his sentence, but raised the magazine in Yang's hand. The publication date of this magazine was obviously the 15th of this month.

Since Zheng Jie has not watched martial arts for many years, what did he do when he bought this magazine?

Zheng Jie looked at the magazine in Li Fan's hand, suddenly sighed again, and said, "I understand what you mean, this magazine was not bought by me, but sent to me by an old friend of mine. The Xiaojianghu magazine of this magazine was opened by an old friend of mine. It is already an old-fashioned magazine with a history of more than 20 years. "Xiaojianghu" magazine has also been popular, and the sales volume of the highest issue exceeded 1500,000. By the way, your kid should know about this magazine, right?"

Uh, hearing Zheng Jie's sudden question, Li Fan had to answer vaguely: "Well, I used to watch it a lot, but I didn't expect your old friend to open it."

Zheng Jie didn't notice Li Fan's slightly strange expression, nodded and continued: "It's just a pity that in recent years, many martial arts newspapers and magazines have sprung up like mushrooms after rain. These new newspapers and magazines have appeared. , magazines, poaching authors at high prices, soliciting manuscripts.

In addition, my old friend is getting older, and his management is getting more and more powerless, and his authors have been dug up. Now I have to rely on soliciting manuscripts to maintain the normal operation of the magazine, and the sales volume of each issue is only 20,000 to 30,000 copies.

In fact, my old friend can completely close or transfer the magazine, he no longer needs to rely on the magazine to make money. It's just that he couldn't bear the feelings he had when he worked hard for the magazine, which has been delayed until now. However, he has recently had the idea of ​​transferring the magazine. "

When Zheng Jie said this, he sighed again, and there was a bit of sigh on his face.

...

(To be continued.)