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

There is a relative who is an official at home, which is more convenient and affordable. An overseas relative is completely different. It is a great honor that can be shaken immediately. Not to mention, in 1982, when I made a purchase of foreign exchange and bought a color TV, the entire compound would be shocked. In the countryside, I would need a sum of money to build a house and a pig farm can change my life instantly. If I were a little richer, whether it was borrowing or changing, or using foreign exchange to buy a Dongfeng motel worth thousands of dollars, it would take one or two years for the whole family to achieve a well-off life.

In the early 1980s, in the movie with a box office of over 100 million yuan, the heroine of "Lushan Love" was a descendant of the Kuomintang who lived in the United States. The whole film tells the love story of a fool who loves to learn and an overseas Chinese "princess". The hero of "The Wrangler" has an old American overseas Chinese father who he doesn't 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's actor received a scholarship from the French government and went abroad happily.

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

At this time, people knew very little about foreign countries, but from the limited resources, we can see that foreigners spend more money when they come to China to play, than we earn in our lifetime. Foreign relatives send a letter and only need to hold a foreign money in them. Whether it is US dollar bills, pens or Japanese yen, the face value is more than the income of a family of three in a year. If you are lucky enough to go abroad, even if you wash dishes abroad, you can accumulate a wealth of wealth...

"Isn't this Yang family a local? Have relatives who have gone out?" The postman who sent a letter from Xi County simply did not leave and stayed in the post office. He had to wait for Yang Rui to come to see what was installed inside.

Strong curiosity and non-existent sense of responsibility are privileges granted by the times. If you send letters, there is still a punctuality to the Nanhu area, and it will be very casual when you go to the townships.

It doesn’t matter if the post office in Xibao Town is. If you like, just watch it. Only local postmen ride their bikes quickly, bringing a handful of messages and packages to inform them.

The next morning, Yang Rui came down the mountain to pick up the package, and the postman from Xi County only waited for a day and a night. The man was not in a hurry. The bald man stretched his head from the side of the counter and said, "Display it openly. If you have any problems, you will not be responsible for leaving the counter."

"Who said that you are not responsible for leaving the counter? 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 glared at Yang Rui, stared at the postman from Xi County, and said to Yang Rui: "He just wants to go back to the county to brag, and he has seen something sent from abroad."

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

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

The postman put his messy hair together, but turned his head to ask Yang Rui: "When did you relatives go abroad? There has been no news for many years? Why do you send a letter to you, not to your father? It's weird that your names are so long, why don't you use Chinese to go abroad?"

These many questions made Yang Rui understand the situation and immediately laughed. "Biochemical System Ecology" is said in English, isn't there a long list?

"We don't have any overseas relatives, so it should be books inside." Although there was a small person on the other side, Yang Rui had to make it clear.

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

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

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

There are three sample magazines sent to Yang Rui. In addition, there are 30 thick single-line books, which are packed with a carton, giving people a great space for imagination.

The so-called single-line book is the product of the regularization of foreign journals. It means that the author of the paper is listed separately and printed, so that the author can distribute his papers to colleagues and friends. This is the most fascinating moment for researchers who are buried in the laboratory all day long. Dopamine secretion can be more than love.

The first 30 single-line versions are free. If you want to print more, the magazine society will charge a considerable fee. For example, printing 250 copies may cost $500, and printing 2500 copies may cost $1,500. For researchers who need to attend academic conferences or are overly excited, they are willing to pay the money.

Unlike the publication of ordinary magazines, most foreign journals do not have manuscript fees, or in other words, the manuscript fees and layout fees are offset. Magazines with larger circulation print more single-line books, which is a discount for authors. After more than ten or twenty years, the Internet will develop well, and even fewer people will subscribe to magazines, and even fewer journals will give away single-line books.

The carton was quickly taken out completely. Yang Rui opened the remaining letter without hesitation, but it was a standard machine-made letter, which was basically welcomed to submit again. It was meaningless. "Biochemical System Ecology" is a journal searched by SCI. Researchers all over the world contributed here, and there was never a shortage of manuscripts. After all, foreign researchers also need to evaluate professional titles.

Everyone in the post office looked at Yang Rui taking out the cardboard box, but he didn't see a remittance slip, and didn't see a single US dollar bill. The last envelope was really a letter. The Xi County postman who had been waiting for a day couldn't stand it anymore and said unhappily: "You relatives are really boring. I'm sending a bunch of books, but they are not antiques or something. What's the point?"

"Antiques cannot be sent." Wu Qian said in a low voice. She was preparing for the internal examination of the post office recently and was well-documented on the rules and regulations.

The postman hummed and said, "Who knows whether foreigners will send it? What exactly are these?"

He was asking Yang Rui.

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

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

"This is a pinyin spelling, can Wu Qian?" Yang Rui turned the sample in a direction.

"Learn a little." Wu Qian answered hesitantly. Her pinyin was only recently picked up, and she taught herself to take the unified examination of the post office. When she was studying, the school taught Chinese an old farmer with a white towel on his head, a pure poor and lower-middle peasant. She held a whip every day to tell the students the importance of picking up dung. She often said that she had put in so much sweat and hard work to be a handlebar. She thanked a circle of people for this and often took the children to practice nearby. The children had a lot of fun and liked this old man who dared to beat the teacher. It was only when she graduated that she had not learned anything.

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

"Yang Rui?" Wu Qian suddenly shouted in surprise, not knowing whether it was a pinyin for himself or a Yang Rui.

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

This answer is more surprising than that of overseas relatives.

Sister Li, the oldest in the institute, called out and asked, "You used to write articles in our Chinese newspapers, but now you have gone abroad?"

"That's about that."

"Why are there no royalties?" Sister Li's voice became louder. She suddenly lowered her head and looked for it on the counter, saying, "Did you have a remittance form but haven't seen it?"

"There is no manuscript fee for this kind of journal." Yang Rui had no choice but to stop the other party's kindness and took out the single copy and said, "This kind of journal will print my articles into a book separately, but there will be no manuscript fee."

"Foreigners save more than us, and they don't pay any royalties..."

"Foreign magazines are given, but journals are not given." Yang Rui was worried about the difference between popular journals and magazines.

The person on the counter was in his left ear and out of his right ear, and he was only caring about reading the single-line book with both hands, constantly making "tsk tsk" sounds of admiration. After a while, the people from the town came to the counter and rushed to read foreigners' magazines.

Xibao Town is a small town. Someone farts at the west end, and you can know it immediately at the east end. Foreign magazines can spread throughout the town in less than ten minutes.

There are more people in the post office, and some people do business, so they give the stalls to others, so they come to watch the fun.

Some of the guys who were stinging their feet heard foreign magazines and were thinking about videotapes of foreigners not wearing clothes in the county town. They thought, "There is this thing in the town", and then rushed over and kept squeezing in.

Yang Rui was quite happy that his reputation was spread. The reputation of the son of Township Mayor Yang published articles abroad is better than that of Township Mayor Yang's son who bullied people with militia.

However, in order to protect the small number of sample magazines, Yang Rui first took it into his hands, then placed two single-line books on the counter, and walked along the back door.

Single-line books are used to do this kind of thing. If you see Yang Rui's pinyin, you will be satisfied. As for the photos of foreign girls not wearing clothes, you are still embarrassed to say this kind of thing.

The next day.

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

"By this, you can make the evaporation crystallizer?" Xiahou Huan asked more. He invested too much and could no longer look back.

"You have to find a specialized technician and organize production according to the requirements in the booklet... If you encounter any problems again, you will come to me again, but I said, I don't care about ordinary production problems, you have to have someone to do this." After Yang Rui finished speaking, he took a new single book and handed it to Xiahou Huan and said, "This is my latest paper, which can be regarded as a proof of myself."

The single-line version also has a cover, and it also has the name and introduction of the journal "Biochemical System Ecology", Yang Rui's introduction, the full text of his paper, and finally the appraisal evaluation of the reviewer, etc. The content is more detailed than the content of the official journal.

Of course, all of this is written in English.

Xiahou Huan understood Yang Rui's words, then took them into his hand and flipped them all, and his whole stomach disappeared.

"I must read it seriously." Xiahou Huan thanked Yang Rui again and again before leaving Xibao Middle School.
Chapter completed!