After lunch, Zhou Zhi brought "The Godfather" and Wei Fei back home.

Wei Fei really wanted to stay at Zhou Zhi’s house for dinner, but his elder sister ordered her to return immediately after getting the radio.

So I had to go back and took only four apples before leaving.

Zhou Zhi went to cook.

When it was time for get off work, my mother came back first. Seeing that the meal was almost ready, she went upstairs to collect the dishes.

There is an open space on the roof of the dormitory building. Many families surrounded the vegetable garden, set up chicken cages, and planted flowers, watered vegetables and raised chickens on the top.

At that time, Zhou Zhi peeked Feng Xueshan on a date, but he was under the pumpkin shed on the roof, which could not be exposed.

At this time, the phone rang, and Zhou Zhiguan Xiaohuo returned to the living room and answered: "Hey?"

"Zhi'er..."

Among the relatives, only the eldest son and the second son would call him like this. Zhou Zhi immediately heard it: "Second son? Are you okay with your aunt?"

"Well, we're all fine."

"Are you looking for your mother? She went upstairs to collect vegetables, so I'll call her for you? You can talk to grandma first?"

"Don't worry, the second son will talk to you first."

"Oh OK."

"Zhi'er, the second uncle asked you, have you submitted a manuscript to "Bashu Literature" recently?"

"Yes, second son, then I'll just play with it."

"Okay! It's really our little scholar! All of this has been submitted to provincial literary journals!"

"Everyone can vote!" Zhou Zhi couldn't laugh or cry: "As for whether others accept or not, it's another matter."

"By the way, second son, how did you know about this?" This incident seemed to have never happened in his previous life, Zhou Zhi couldn't help but be curious.

The movement is a bit tumultuous, why are you out of the market?

"Today I received a call from the Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles, saying it was called from "Bashu Literature". I called and asked, and they said that you wrote a manuscript about my grandmother?"

"Yes, actually, it's just a few stories that my grandmother told me, as well as the past things you usually chat about, and put them into an article. Why do they call you?"

"The editor of "Bashu Literature" is still very responsible." The second prince said happily: "I asked and verified some of the situations about my grandmother."

"I told me about sending my grandmother to school, and then told me about her support for our sisters to go to school. The comrades in the editorial department were very happy and said they wanted to be published."

"Zhi'er is so good! You are the first person in our family to be able to make a work in the provincial publication! This is a great success for the whole family!"

"Did they agree to log in?"

"Agree! But! You-"

Zhou Zhi has already figured out what the next sentence is.

"Can't be proud!"

Look, my second daughter is indeed my second daughter!

"Zhi'er, achievements and honors can only tell the past. You must continue to work hard and study hard, and be a person who is useful to the country and society in the future. Do you know?"

"The second master, I haven't even registered yet, and the royalties have not been issued. Isn't you even getting the 'now'? Is it a 'over' for me?"

"Boy! Is this a royalty fee?! The second son is doing ideological education for women and children. Now this is doing ideological education for you! I am afraid that you will be overshadowed!"

"Yes, yes... I have no tail to sway... There is certainly the royalties are also important, because I ordered a crutch for my uncle, and my parents said they would deduct my New Year's money. I'm still waiting to find a supplement..."

"Then you go and tell them, just say what the second son said, and it is not allowed to be deducted! Second son will also reward you, how much is the royalty fee? Second son will reward you the same! "

"Oh, that's great! Thank you, second son! You are really my second son!" Zhou Zhi was so happy now.

"Have your parents been back?"

At this time, Zhou Zhi saw that his father had already arrived at the door: "My father just came back, and mom is still upstairs."

"Well, give your dad the phone number, go upstairs and call your mom, are you still grandma next to you? Let her listen to the good news, and there is something to organize here..."

"Hey! Grandma heard me calling Ernie, she had already come over. Then I'll turn on the hands-free..." Zhou Zhi pressed the hands-free and said to his dad: "The second one is coming, I'll go upstairs to call my mom down."

"Go." My dad got into the house and pulled a chair next to the phone, helped his grandmother sit down, and shouted to the phone: "Second sister, isn't that good?"

...

...

When I heard that the second daughter called, my mother went downstairs directly. When Zhou Zhi packed the lettuce leaves and walked down the fourth floor with a dustpan, he saw Guan Tingting practicing her throat on the balcony.

The little girl sang her breasts, and when she saw Zhou Zhi, her eyes turned around and gestured, meaning that her mother couldn't stop and chat another day at the beginning.

Zhou Zhi also smiled and gestured to her, and listened to it with a dustpan. He gestured to show that he was singing well and deserved praise. He went downstairs to play, and then returned home.

When I got home, the dishes were already ready. Although my father was calm, he took the initiative to give Zhou Zhisheng rice, which had already betrayed his fragile heart: "I heard from the second son that you have contributed to the Bashu Magazine?"

"Um."

"Where is the original manuscript? Let me show it later."

"What original manuscript?"

"You didn't re-translate the manuscript before you submitted it? The second one sent it, so you have to keep the original manuscript?"

"There is also the statement? I didn't change it much, so I just sent it?"

This is a habit left by Zhou Zhi's online writing in his previous life. Readers are equal to your identity. When they urge you, they always shout and send a blade. They dare not expect the blessing of the donkey from the production team.

I always write and post without any manuscripts. At most, I will look back at the reminder of book friends and change typos.

It turns out that the original manuscript needs to be left in handwriting?!

"You!" My father was stunned for a moment, and suddenly took his anger: "Why are you waiting for me to serve you rice? Scoop yourself!"

"I didn't dare to let you scoop it for me, it was you who kept occupying the rice spoon..." Zhou Zhi muttered secretly.

"I heard your second son's tone, the editorial department is going to prepare to publish it for you, but you..."

"You can't be proud, right? The second son has educated me."

"No, I want to say that if you want to submit your manuscript in the future, you must leave the manuscript."

“Why?”

"Otherwise, if someone robbed him on the road, you will have no evidence if he said he wrote it!"

"It doesn't matter, it's a disaster, it's just a 20,000 to 30,000 words."

“…”

The two books in the previous life added up to seven or eight million words, saying that water just came out? Therefore, Zhou Zhizhen was not relieved about these two small things.

I thought of a question: "By the way, Dad, why do I think you are quite familiar with these?"

"Don't pick up any pot without opening it!" While serving soup to my grandmother, my mother glared at Zhou Zhi and decisively protected her father's dignity: "I think you are so proud! I don't know that your father likes to write things too?"

My dad looked at my mom, his eyes full of sadness.

Sure enough, the one who hurts you the most is often the person you love the most.

"I just heard it half-heartedly." My mother happily added soup to my father, not knowing that she had just stung her heart: "I'll call your godfather later and ask what level of "Bashu Literature" is, I haven't heard of it seriously."

"That's..." My dad was about to introduce this publication, but suddenly he thought of his old classmate and immediately stopped.

Literature is a bit spiritual in it. Brother Lingjun collects and organizes extensive knowledge and is a good master in editing county annals, but he has never been published in the provincial annals!

Well, you can’t be hurt by yourself alone. You have to let the brother experience the blows and damages of the younger generation to the elders!

God, that's the same!

Zhou Zhi couldn't understand the secret battles in his elders' minds. He only cared about one question: "Dad, the first article is about 3,000 words. How much manuscript fee do you think the provincial issue can pay?"

"How do I know?!" "What's the first article?!" My father and mother blurted out at the same time.

My father said, "The second sister said that Zhou Zhi submitted two manuscripts to the publishing house, one essay and one novel."

"The essay publisher said it would definitely be published, and the novel... there are some places to confirm it."

"Really?" The stars began to appear in my mother's eyes: "My son can write novels?! What's it like?"

"It's not what you think." Zhou Zhi picked up a chopstick and leek scrambled eggs, and directly wiped out his mother's fantasy: "It's similar to the short stories in "People's Literature" and "October".

"Oh." My mother was no longer interested: "Eating for two or three thousand words is easy to get, two or three thousand words are good, and two or three thousand words are not necessarily not good."

"I just heard my second sister mention the organization..." My mother picked up a bite of the dish and asked again: "What's that?"

"Isn't it caused by your son's novel?"

My mother was shocked and suddenly got countless familiar scenes in her mind: "Was Zhou Zhi in trouble? Why did he write a novel organization and ask?"

"What are you thinking! What's the year?" My father said while picking up food: "My second sister said there was an old comrade in Guizhou Province who filed a complaint to the organization about his party membership recognition. Because it was always a single line before, there has been no confirmation of the results until now."

"According to the old comrade, he joined the party when he was united in the special branch. Later, the team was separated, and his online contact comrades were also sacrificed. After catching up with the troops in northern Sichuan, he took another oath."

"This old comrade believes that his party membership should be counted from 29th, not 38th, and there is a total of nine years left!"

"Why is it related to Zhou Zhi's novel again?" My mother was surprised.

"Because my novels are about that time." Zhou Zhi replied while trying hard to dig the rice.

Finally ready to eat...

The mother then realized that the kid was making a fuss and quickly brought Zhou Zhi’s bowl away: “You can’t eat too much. Explain it, what’s going on?”

"Why don't you let your good grandson eat?" Grandma was unhappy when she saw her mother pick up Zhou Zhi's bowl.

"Mom! The doctor said he had just recovered and could not eat too much now!"
Chapter completed!