Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

In the 1980s, having overseas connections was more enviable than having official connections.

There is a relative who is an official in the family, which means it is more convenient and more affordable. It's completely different to have a relative overseas, which is a majestic prestige that can immediately shake. Among other things, getting a sum of foreign exchange to buy a color TV in 1982 would shake the entire compound, and if you need a sum of money in the countryside, building a house and starting a pig farm can instantly change your life. If you are a little richer, no matter whether you borrow or exchange, you can use foreign exchange to jump in line to buy a Dongfeng car that costs several thousand, and it will take a year or two for the whole family to become well-off.

In the early 1980s, in the movie with a box office of over 100 million, the heroine was a descendant of the Kuomintang who lived in the United States. The whole film told the love story between a silly boy who loves to study and an overseas Chinese "princess". The male protagonist has an old overseas Chinese father who he does not know. While the two are entangled in the relationship between father and son, there is also a rural girl who does not envy foreign life and is willing to stay in the poor grassland. The girl who plays the girl has won the French With the government scholarship, I happily went abroad.

It can be said that overseas relations represent a better life.

People at this time know very little about foreign countries, but from limited resources, it can be seen that foreigners who come to China for a visit spend more money than we earn in a lifetime. When relatives from abroad send a letter, they only need to insert a piece of foreign money, whether it is a dollar bill, a pen or a Japanese yen, the face value of which is more than the annual income of a family of three. If you are lucky enough to go abroad, even if you wash dishes abroad, you can accumulate a fortune...

"Isn't this Yang family a local? Do you have relatives who have gone out?" The postman who delivered the letter from Xi County didn't leave at all, and stayed in the post office, waiting for Yang Rui to come to see what was inside.

Strong curiosity and non-existent sense of responsibility are the privileges bestowed by the times. For things like sending letters, you can go to the Nanhu area on time, but it's easy to go to the towns.

The post office in Xibao Town doesn't matter, people can watch it if they like, only the local postman rides fast on a bicycle, carrying a handful of regular letters and parcels to make notifications.

Early the next morning, Yang Rui came down the mountain to pick up the package, but the postman in Xi County had to wait all day and one night. He was not in a hurry, so he poked his head out from the side of the counter and said, "Open it and have a look, what's there?" The problem was explained on the spot, and I am not responsible for leaving the cabinet.”

"Who said that you are not responsible for leaving the cabinet? You first check whether the package is intact. If it is intact, you don't need to open it here." The little beauty Wu Qian turned to Yang Rui, glared at the postman from Xi County, and said to Yang Rui: "He is I want to go back to the county to brag that I have seen something sent from abroad."

The postman was not annoyed at all, he said, "Aren't you curious?"

Wu Qian paused, and said, "Then you can't ask people to open the package at the counter."

The postman brushes his messy hair,

But he turned his head and asked Yang Rui: "When did your relatives go abroad? There has been no news for many years? Why did you send the letter to you instead of your father? You said their names are strange enough, so long. Chuan, why don’t you use Chinese when you go abroad?”

This bunch of questions made Yang Rui understand the situation, and he immediately laughed. In English, can't it be a long list?

"Our family has no overseas relatives, so it should be filled with books." Even though the opposite was a small person, Yang Rui had to speak clearly.

The Yang family is not considered a big family in the city, a little gossip might cause a lot of trouble.

The other party naturally didn't believe it, but didn't say anything, just watched.

Yang Rui shook his head and tore open the package while still on the counter.

There are three sample magazines sent to Yang Rui. Besides that, there are 30 thick booklets packed in a cardboard box, giving people a lot of room for imagination.

The so-called monograph is a product of the formalization of foreign journals, which means to list and print the articles of the author of the paper separately, so that the author of the paper can distribute his paper to colleagues and friends. For researchers who bury their heads in the laboratory all day, this is the most fascinating moment. The secretion of dopamine can be more than that of sex.

The first printing of 30 booklets is free, and the magazine society will charge a high fee for additional printing. For example, if you print 250 copies, you may charge $500, and if you print 2,500 copies, it may cost $1,500. For those researchers who need to attend academic conferences or are too excited, they are willing to pay this money.

Unlike the publication of ordinary magazines, most foreign journals do not have manuscript fees, or in other words, manuscript fees and page fees are offset. A magazine with a large circulation prints a few extra volumes, which is considered a discount for the author. In another ten or twenty years, when the Internet develops well, there will be fewer people subscribing to magazines, and even fewer periodicals will give away booklets.

The cardboard box was quickly taken out completely, and there was only one letter left. Yang Rui opened it without hesitation, but it was a standard machine-typed letter. It is a retrieved journal. Researchers from all over the world contribute to it. There is never a shortage of manuscripts. After all, foreign researchers also have to evaluate their titles.

The people in the post office watched Yang Rui take out the cardboard box anxiously, but they didn't see a remittance slip, nor a single dollar bill, and the last envelope was really a letter. The Xi County postman who had been waiting for a day Unable to take it anymore, he said unhappily: "You relatives are really boring. What's the point of sending a bunch of books over here, and they're not antiques?"

"Antiques cannot be sent." Wu Qian whispered, she was preparing for the post office's internal exam recently, and she memorized the rules and regulations thoroughly.

The postman snorted and said, "Who knows whether foreigners will be allowed to post. What are these?"

He is asking Yang Rui.

Yang Rui smiled, put the pamphlet back into the carton, opened a sample magazine, flipped to the middle, found his own article, pointed to the signature under the title, and said, "Did you see this?"

"It's like a ghost drawing..." the postman muttered.

"This is spelled in pinyin, can Wu Qian know it?" Yang Rui turned the sample magazine in one direction.

"A little bit." Wu Qian replied hesitantly. Her pinyin was picked up recently, and she taught herself to take the unified examination of the post office. When she was studying, the Chinese teacher in the school was an old farmer with a white towel on his head, a pure poor and lower-middle peasant, who held a whip and taught the students the importance of picking up dung every day. , how much sweat and effort have been put in, thanked a group of people for this, and often took the children to practice nearby, the children had a lot of fun, and also liked this grandpa who dared to beat the teacher, even after graduation, Only to find out that I didn't learn anything.

With a touch of shyness, Wu Qian stared at the pinyin on Yang Rui's fingertips, and it took more than ten seconds to read the initials and finals separately: "yang... r..."

"Yang Rui?" Wu Qian suddenly called out in surprise, not knowing whether she spelled out the pinyin for herself or spelled out Yang Rui.

Yang Rui nodded slightly, and said: "The article I wrote was published in a foreign periodical. This is a sample issue that someone sent me."

This answer is even more surprising than overseas relatives.

Sister Li, the oldest in the institute, called out "Yo" and asked, "You used to write articles in our Chinese newspapers, but now you've got them abroad?"

"That's pretty much what it means."

"Then why is there no manuscript fee?" Sister Li's voice became louder, and she suddenly looked down on the counter and said, "Is there a remittance slip that I haven't seen?"

"This kind of journal has no manuscript fee." Yang Rui had no choice but to stop the other party's kindness, and took out the booklet again, saying: "This kind of journal will print my article separately into a book, but no manuscript fee."

"Foreigners are cheaper than us, and they don't even pay for manuscripts..."

"Foreign magazines do, but periodicals don't." Yang Rui struggled to popularize the difference between periodicals and magazines.

The person on the counter went in with his left ear and out of his right ear, just reading the pamphlet with his hands in his hands, and kept saying "tsk tsk" in admiration. After a while, business people from the town also flocked to the counter, vying to read foreign magazines and books.

Xibao Town is a small town. If someone farts in the west, the east will know immediately. Such things as foreign magazines can spread throughout the town in less than ten minutes.

There were too many people in the post office, some of them were doing business, and they gave their stalls to others, and then they came to watch the excitement.

There are also some big guys who pick their feet, what they hear are foreign magazines, and what they think about is the videotapes of foreigners in the county town without clothes. Squeeze in hard.

Yang Rui was rather happy that his reputation spread. The reputation of the township chief's son publishing articles abroad is better than the township chief's son leading the militia to bully others.

However, in order to protect the rare samples, Yang Rui first took them back to hand, then put the two separate volumes on the counter, and walked along the back door by himself.

The booklet is used for this kind of thing. Everyone is satisfied after seeing Yang Rui's pinyin. As for the lack of photos of foreign women without clothes, it is still embarrassing to announce this kind of thing.

the next day.

Xia Houhuan was called to the school by Yang Rui, and got the "organized" formula book. Although the dense numbers and symbols exceeded the actual needs, Xia Houhuan was much more at ease.

"Based on this, can the evaporation crystallizer be made?" Xia Houhuan asked one more question. He invested too much and couldn't turn back.

"You have to find specialized technicians to organize production according to the requirements in the brochure... If you encounter any problems again, you can come to me again, but as I said, I don't care about ordinary production problems. You have to have Someone will do this work." After Yang Rui finished speaking, he took a brand new booklet and handed it to Xia Houhuan: "This is my latest thesis, and it can be regarded as a proof of myself."

The monograph also has a cover, and it has the name and introduction of the journal, Yang Rui's introduction, the full text of his paper, and finally the appraisal and evaluation of the reviewers, etc. The content is more detailed than the official journal content.

Of course, all of this is written in English.

Xia Houhuan understood what Yang Rui said, and turned it over in his hand again, all the doubts in his stomach disappeared.

"I must study carefully." Xia Houhuan thanked Yang Rui repeatedly before leaving West Fort Middle School.

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