Chapter 472

Zhu Yuyan and Su Chunjun moved for the third time, from the city center to the countryside.

Their reputation in the publishing world had spread. After two years of sharing an author’s name with the husband and wife team of Shi Wuwei and Dai Yuchan, they took on another author’s name.

Jane Winston O’Leary.

The name was drawn by lot, and every time they went back to the publisher, it was Su Chunjun, so in the publishing world’s perception, there was a man behind this female translation author.

The reason for this name is that the couple has a passion for translating romantic novels of all kinds.

At any given time, such novels are the fastest sellers.

Zhu Yuyan says, “This is because the emergence of female factory workers created a whole lot of intellectual women.”

It was her deepest realization that emancipation was due to the productivity revolution.

Women and Negroes as liberated productive forces, they had no chance at all to be educated before. The reason that more and more women are being empowered to be educated now is not because of social enlightenment or anything like that, but basically because factories need educated workers.

More and more workers!

And it’s also interesting to note that it wasn’t social progress that gave women independent property rights, it was the capitalists’ need to take women and black slaves away from domestic labor!

If women had returned to the home to have children and raise them, where would there have been so many workers in the factories?

The ground for labor unions and the feminist movement arose at this blackly humorous moment.

Although the capitalists would still set the workers up behind the scenes in a clear-cut way, for the time being, Zhu Yuyan seemed happy that women had more chances to survive and life choices.

That’s why she enjoys slipping private goods into her translated romances, such as publicizing contraception, such as publicizing love sickness, or STDs.

Some of the publishers would mind and cut out her extra additions, some didn’t mind and just published them straight away.

Later she also tried to write some romance novels, publishers are also willing to give her out, anyway, they are put under the same author’s name, read this kind of novel, no one will really go after the author behind is not really exist.

–Because now the romantic novels, and * color novels are almost the same. No matter the content or reputation.

On the other hand, Su Chunjun’s translation business is going equally well.

Publishers all knew that he was a man, and were very supportive of his hobby of translating specialized literature and scientific papers, and all thought that he translated romance novels to make ends meet, and that by nature he still preferred scientific things, which was a common problem for many authors, one working for bread, and the other working for ideals.

Even publishing houses are very discriminatory against women. They know that Zhu Yuyan “helps” Su Chunjun with proofreading, and occasionally translates some of the content. Even though Su Chunjun’s workload is unbelievably high, they would rather think that Su Chunjun is a human typewriter than believe that Zhu Yuyan does a lot of work as well.

Zhu Yuyan did not care that her work was undervalued; on the contrary, she enjoyed hiding under the shell of being underestimated, which saved her from a lot of social work.

Su Chunjun, on the other hand, had to set aside one day a week to go to the publisher’s club to smoke, eat, and play cards; it was his socializing, and he simply couldn’t refuse in order to fit in.

She originally had her own social tasks, but this is not the official world, and this is not the past, and Su Chunjun didn’t need to be promoted, so she cheerfully shifted all her social tasks to Mr. Su.

What could Su Chunjun say?

Finally, after the two already had names in the publishing world, Su Chunjun moved to the countryside with Zhu Yuyan on fire, and he no longer had to go to the club!

It was a nice day today, and Su Chunjun woke up early to make breakfast before going to wake up his wife.

Zhu Er Miss came to the dining room for breakfast in her robe, she flipped through the old newspapers on the table that she had already all read, and asked Mr. Su, “Are you going to go to the post office today?”

In the countryside it was hard to see each day’s newspaper on time, so they all went to the post office to buy the past week or two weeks’ worth of newspapers at a time. Although this would make them lag behind in their grasp of the current situation, there was no better way.

Su Chunjun nodded and said, “The letter from the publisher came in the mail, I’m going to pick it up. And by the way, I’ll buy newspapers and newly released books, do you have anything you want?”

Zhu Yuyan thought about what the family was missing now and said, “Right, letter paper and ink can be bought a little.”

They originally had typewriters, but the funny thing was that when they were in London, because they had been using typewriters to submit their manuscripts, the police came to their door and confiscated the typewriters on the grounds of “suspicion of espionage”.

This almost scared the hell out of the two not-so-incorruptible people, and they were going to pack up and run away.

But then the publisher came and explained that they were not the only ones to have their typewriters confiscated, but that typewriters had been confiscated in many parts of the city, and then only the company’s typewriters had been returned, and that private individuals were not permitted to own typewriters unless they had a license.

The reason was really to search for spies.

It was said to force everyone to have to use their own handwriting to write, so that spies could be more easily recognized once they were found.

Su Chunjun inquired about it, and it turned out to be some scientist who had researched handwriting science, which could track down criminals based on their handwriting, determine their identities, judge their personalities, and so on and so forth.

The scientist has published a paper, but ordinary people can’t see it, once the paper is published, it is locked up, and only people with special identities and special organs know about it.

He had wanted to find out about the scientist or the paper, but after inquiring for a long time with no results, he had to forget about it for fear of attracting others’ attention.

After that they would have to write the manuscript to the publisher by hand.

Zhu Yuyan knew the reason for confiscating the typewriters and said, “What’s wrong with that? I don’t believe that the spies won’t open a company to get the typewriters, as long as they really need them.”

Su Chunjun also felt that real spies wouldn’t be unable to do it.

But this was no longer relevant to them.

After contacting Yan’an, they never got any more news from Yan’an to them.

The last order they received was: to lurk, protect their lives, and not be exposed.

Su Chunjun suspected that they had been abandoned, which frustrated him for a long time.

In the end, it’s Zhu Yuyan who pulls him back in with a lot of translation work.

Zhu Yuyan: “As long as you work you won’t think so much anymore. Patriotism is not just about the mission, you can love it if you want to, just love yourself.”

She said, “As long as we live long enough, as long as we turn over enough things, we can definitely help the motherland in the end, and we can definitely get things that will help the motherland, and we can definitely go back to the motherland again.”

Su Chunjun went out after breakfast, he went out on horseback. The roads in the countryside were very bad, so one could only ride a horse or use a carriage. Their family’s wagon wheel was broken and hadn’t been fixed yet, so he could only go out on horseback this time.

Otherwise she would have gone with him to the post office.

After he left, Zhu Yuyan scrubbed the dishes.

This side of the countryside was really backward, there was no running water in the house, there was a small well in the basement under the kitchen that could be used to draw water, and it was a similar operation in every household here. As well as the serfs would go to the river to draw water, there was no well where they lived, there were no more serfs in the village now, only a few families still employed one or two servants, most of the families had wives or sons and daughters working.

Zhu Yuyan and Su Chunjun were outsiders, but this village was not as closed and had a very small population, and the nearest church was a dozen miles away, so the need for socialization was very low, which suited them just fine.

There was no school, no post office, no police station in this village.

There was also no bakery or tailor store.

There was only a blacksmith store, and people would go to his house to have their horses’ palms fixed, or their wagons repaired, or to make a tool or something like that.

In the old days when there were serfs, there was a large area of farmland outside the village, and there were more people in the village then than there are now.

After the emancipation of the serfs there was no avoiding the decline of the village.

Then there was the draft, and most of the young men ran away.

After that, the young women went to work in the city.

So now there are only old and weak in this village, and no one cares about them.

Until they slowly die out themselves, the village will naturally disappear.

Zhu Yuyan stewed an onion soup with a lot of potatoes in it and boiled it to a thick consistency. There was still bread in the house, and soaking it in the soup would be very satisfying.

She put the soup pot on the fire and then went to the yard to weed the grass, the grass in the courtyard was growing too luxuriantly, it was spring now, a few days no matter what it would grow to overgrow the windows.

She took her time, straightening up and resting for a while when she was tired, or resting in her recliner or sitting in her hanging basket and reading for a short while.

It was not until the afternoon, when the sun had already dipped in the west, that Mr. Su’s figure on horseback appeared at the end of the path.

He was trotting slowly, with his trunk on the back of the horse, the fruit of his day’s battle.

She stood up, unhooked her hood and waved it.

He saw her and took off his hat to wave at her.

When he was close enough, she stepped quickly out of the yard and pushed open the gate to meet him.

The horse saw his mistress and came over at a brisk pace, whistling and burying his head in her arms, she grabbed the bridle head and purred a few handfuls of horsehair.

Su Chunjun jumped off the horse and brought down the suitcase.

The two embraced gently.

He said, “I’m back.”

She said, “Welcome back.”