Chapter 14

The term "tu bie" refers to ancient China, which was strong in defense and could move freely on land and water, yet was harmless to others.

Later, after various changes, it became the "flower planting family" of the rabbit's home.

The girl in front of Lin Mu, when he opened the envelope, had already perked up her ears. When she saw Lin Mu take out a newspaper, her eyes showed a look of "I knew it."

Her name is Wei Yun. Not only is she young, but she also has a baby face. She has no reservations about Lin Mu and often reads the sample issues of the novels he writes.

"Lin Mu, let me see!"

This time, as usual, she half-coaxed and half-pleaded to take the newspaper from Lin Mu’s hands and curiously read it.

At first, her eyes were a bit confused, but as the introduction became clearer, her eyes gradually brightened.

Seeing her engrossed, her desk mate, Zhang Li, also curiously leaned over to look, and she, too, was captivated.

...

"Flower planting family? Kimchi country? Rice ball country?"

A few hours later, in the newspaper distribution office, Su Taohua smiled as she looked at the Educational News, not even hearing the idle chatter of her colleagues.

"I didn’t expect this guy to actually get his name in the Educational News! Haha, the articles by the literature class teachers, which are always so sour, never get published. I wonder what their expressions are now..."

...

"Principal Lu, here are the newspapers with our school’s articles for this issue. They are all here."

In the office building of the high school, the gray-haired "Lu Buping" hummed in acknowledgment and, as usual, began to look through each one.

Each newspaper had already been flipped to the corresponding page and marked with a highlighter.

Some articles he just glanced at and tossed to the left.

But a few he read carefully two or three times before carefully placing them on the right.

"Very good, very good. Teacher Lu’s writing is still so powerful. This autumn scenery is well-written and can be used as a model for students’ essays. Yes, I’ll use autumn scenery as the topic for the next weekly journal, just to let Teacher Lu show off his strengths."

The middle-aged teacher opposite him smiled and agreed repeatedly.

"Hey? This writing is interesting, 'One Page Book'? Is this a teacher’s pen name? It’s quite poetic. Is there a new teacher from our school getting published?" Lu Buping’s eyes lit up.

For him now, there was not much left to pursue.

The entire school, from an ordinary town-level high school, had reached the status of a "province’s top science high school," bringing him professional success and a lot of fame and status, all of which were legitimate and without any issues.

Therefore, his main focus was on maintaining and developing the school’s faculty.

Especially the humanities faculty, as a high school in the neighboring city had long been ahead of the first high school, which is why he placed so much emphasis on the publication rate of teachers.

The middle-aged teacher had already found out all the details before coming and now explained carefully: "One Page Book is not a teacher but a student from our senior class, named Lin Mu. However, his grades were not good before, and he was always at the bottom of the class. In the past two months, he suddenly seemed to have a breakthrough, publishing several martial arts novels and this latest article in the Educational News..."

When Lu Buping first heard that the author was a student, he was somewhat pleased, but his joy faded when he heard about Lin Mu’s poor grades. When he heard that Lin Mu had previously published martial arts novels, his expression returned to normal.

"Martial arts novels?" Lu Buping mused.

The middle-aged teacher quickly took out several copies of "Martial Arts Stories" from his office bag, which he had confiscated from students.

"These are them. I’ve talked to the students a bit, and One Page Book, which is Lin Mu, currently has a novel published in almost every issue of 'Martial Arts Stories,' earning about 4,000 to 5,000 yuan in royalties per month..."

Lu Buping was surprised: "So much?"

It’s not that he was being overly dramatic; 5,000 yuan was a small amount to him, but for the teachers’ salaries at the school, it was already the level of the best teachers.

And this, the teachers had to work hard every day, preparing lessons, teaching, tutoring, and grading homework, from 5 in the morning to 9 at night, rain or shine, to earn this salary!

A month’s hard work equals two novels of less than 100,000 words?

Lu Buping casually flipped through a few pages of "Martial Arts Stories" and lost interest. After a moment of thought, he sighed: "Forget it, let it be. After all, our school is primarily about education."

On this point, Lu Buping and Shangzhi City had the same view.

If Lin Mu’s grades were excellent, his publication would definitely be highly praised, and all the teachers and students would be called to learn from him.

But with Lin Mu’s poor grades, these newspaper and magazine articles seemed a bit "unorthodox."

...

However, not everyone thought like Lu Buping.

In a more remote primary school, a male teacher in his twenties was holding the latest issue of "Educational News" and excitedly teaching a group of elementary school students.

"Why is Kimchi Country called Kimchi Country? Because they all love to eat kimchi. And these monkey families, as you can guess, have a very large forest area in their country..."

The primary school social studies class, which is more about history and not related to college entrance exams, was taught quite casually by the male teacher.

The elementary school students, two to a desk, curiously looked at the newspaper on the table. The cute and silly animal images made them particularly fond of it.

"Second Brother, why hasn’t Big Brother come back for two months? Was he upset because Uncle laughed at his poor grades last time?" The question came from a girl with two braids, Lin Mu’s younger sister, Lin Lin.

Lin Ye, beside her, shook his head: "Probably. You know how Uncle is, he’s really bad. No wonder Big Brother doesn’t want to come back. Yesterday, when Mom called, even Grandpa spoke up for him!"

Lin Lin sighed, acting like a little adult. Compared to her carefree classmates, the two of them seemed more mature and sensible.

"Teacher said that the things in these newspapers are written by teachers from the town’s high school, and they get paid for it. If I could write, it would be great. Then Mom and Dad wouldn’t have to go out to work..." Lin Lin looked at the newspaper and said enviously.

To earn money, most of the students’ parents in the class went out to work, but it was mostly the men. In Lin Mu’s family, because they were poor and had a heavy burden, both parents went out to work, which was rare.

"Don’t think about it. In a few months, Mom and Dad will be back. Then Mom can cook you something delicious!"