The minibus continued to drive towards Jiachuan. After the second son left, Zhou Zhi turned to his grandmother: "Grandma, are you happy to come back and see him?"

"Happy, I also visited Tianmin's grave. I saw that there was an open space next to him..."

"Grandma, what are you saying? You will live a hundred years old. It's still early."

Zhou Zhi held grandmother's hand: "But the Feng Shui in that place is good. My aunt often said that our Baimi Lao Zhou family's ancestral grave would not be born. My fifth aunt said that my grandfather's ancestral grave would not be born. It's just right for me to take advantage of both ends!"

"Then I'm just talking about it! You're really planning!" Grandma said angrily.

"But that place is really good." Zhou Zhi said: "Grandma, don't worry, I'll go and tell my fifth uncle that the place can only be kept for you."

...

...

In the seat behind, my dad and mom were muttering: "Xiuqin, how much does our family have?"

My mother looked around with caution: "Go home and say! What do you want to do?"

Dad whispered, "Mom, there is one more thing..."

"What's the matter?"

"Pay party dues."

"How much does that?" My mother was shocked when she thought about how old she was.

"It's not too much. According to rural party members, it's only 20 cents a month."

"You'll say how many years!"

"Sound it! 29th to 9th year."

My mother is an old accountant, and in a blink of an eye, she gets the number: "Three hundred and twelve?! So many?! I've been in vain for three months for Xiaoliu?!"

"This is our family's honor!"

Dad patted his mother's hand and looked at the two grandparents and grandchildren who were chattering in front of him: "Honor! Just say that Zhou Zhi can get this education, and he can buy it for 300 yuan?"

"I don't think he has received much education." My mother knew that the family had to spend so much money, and she was in a mess: "I went to clean the carrots and cabbage..."

After saying that, he suddenly came up with an idea and turned to ask his godfather: "Brother, you said that you would give you 1,000 words to the provincial publication, and you would usually give you 5 yuan for the manuscript fee. The two articles in Elbow have written 30,000 words. Here is 15?"

The godfather nodded: "It's almost this number."

My mother looked at her son and asked her father again: "I heard from my second sister that she also wants to reward the number of elbows..."

"Stop it as soon as possible..." My father couldn't help but give my mother a blank look, and then quickly retracted her gaze while she was not paying attention: "This is a balance of profits and losses, right? I've still been plotting against the child!"

After saying that, he turned his head: "Brother, I won't go to the secretary's place later. Mom is tired enough this day, so let's go home first."

The godfather smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll go and play a striker first!"

"Don't talk nonsense, brother!"

The godfather smiled and patted his dad on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I know!"

That night, Zhou Zhi's family was guarding the TV and watching local news starting at 8 o'clock.

There are rules for news broadcasting, first there is a joint broadcast, then the provincial news, and finally the county news.

"...In the early morning of this day, according to the public's reports, the county public security bureau conducted a surprise inspection of the County Sichuan Opera Troupe, the cinema, and the video hall affiliated to the Cultural Center. In the County Sichuan Opera Troupe's video hall, a batch of banned audio-visual products were found and the relevant parties were dealt with."

"... Secretary Hua Yuliang instructed the Sichuan Opera Troupe to review the responsibility and made important instructions. As the Spring Festival approaches, in addition to giving the people of the county a stable and peaceful social environment, the people of the county a healthy and positive spiritual environment..."

"...This afternoon, behind the shrine of Zou Xiuyue, a villager in Gujing Township, Shuangxi Town, several important revolutionary party historical relics were found, including the guerrilla flag of the Sichuan-Yunnan-Guizhou Border Area, the organizational standards of the Jiachuan-Red Water-Red Joint Special Branch, the list of underground comrades who joined the revolution at that time, and the list of some guerrillas."

"According to Comrade Wu Lingjun, deputy director of the county culture and education bureau and director of the county cultural center, this information is Zou Xiuyue's mother, Comrade Song Qiaoling, an underground member of our party, who specially treasured and preserved it. It has very important historical document value and is an important supplement to the revolutionary history of our county. It has been reported to the relevant departments..."

"Mom, mom! Watch you go on TV!"

Grandma is using yellow wax to prepare cotton thread for tomorrow's insoles: "I'm old and I'm still playing a plaid. Oh, Lao Wu's fall is also a hit..."

At this time, the phone rang at home, not my parents’ friends, but Zhou Zhi’s best friends.

The first is Feng Xueshan: "Eel! You are on TV! And grandma!"

"I'm just there the escalator..."

"No matter what, I'm on TV, treat you!"

"What kind of guests are invited? I've been on New Year's Day. You just don't know."

"Hey? What's the matter?"

"I was taken to be the host of the New Year's Day performance and also had a crosstalk with Yan Xiao. When the county reported the news about the performance, there were also scenes of me and Yan Xiao."

"Is that true?! I didn't listen to you!"

"What's there to say about this? The oil paint is so ugly that I'll hang up first if I have nothing to do."

"Wait! You still have to ask!"

"Please, please, please wait a few days, and you can do it at that time..."

With this beginning, there was no end to the night.

This is what the daily life in a small county town is now. A small matter is spread all over the city soon, and it is nothing strange.

Early the next morning, the post office’s remittance notice arrived, and the first essay was 30 yuan with 3,000 words.

This number is doubled as my mother heard from her godfather, and Zhou Zhi didn't know what happened.

Zhou Zhi couldn't even remember how much money he had in his previous life.

Just as I was about to go to the post office to withdraw the money, my godfather's phone call came and asked him to go to the county party committee.

Zhou Zhi shook the remittance form in his hand: "Dad, Baihuating is going to eat pig cakes, I'll treat you."

"I've grown my skills, right?" said my mother, "What should I do with grandma?"

"You can bring it back to her later. How many minutes will it be earlier or later in your class? Isn't it okay?" Zhou Zhi shouted to his grandmother who was wearing an apron: "Grandma, do you want to eat pig cakes? I'll treat you."

"Oh! Good grandson, you have to eat!"

My mother went to the kitchen to pick up the pot: "Then let's go, you and your dad are there to eat, I'll call it back and eat with your grandma."

The Zhuerba Shop is close to the county party committee, and there are many people coming here for breakfast. Many people know their father. Before they sit down, they have been greeting him. More and more, they even talk about what happened yesterday.

"It's better to buy it home and eat it." My father was a little helpless: "Zhou Zhi, give it money."

My mother was handing the pot to the boss to scoop soy milk: "Yes, give me money."

Zhou Zhi took out the remittance order and bounced: "Advance."

My father had to pay the money: "After eating, I went to the county party committee. If the guard asked him to ask, he would call the county party secretary and ask him to come down to pick it up, do you know?"

"Know."

After breakfast, I came to the county party committee and was indeed stopped by the guard.

After a while, a young man in his twenties came downstairs: "Zhou Zhi, right? The secretary had a meeting at the Finance Bureau and said he would be arriving later, so you can come with me first."

"Yes." Zhou Zhi followed the young man obediently: "What should I call you?"

"My name is Song Yucheng, Secretary Zhang's secretary, just call me Secretary Song, just call Brother Song in private."

"Brother Song was assigned to the county party committee not long after graduation, right?"

"Yes, because of lack of experience, I am often criticized by the secretary."

"Brother Song is modest."

While talking, the two came to Hua Yuliang's large office. Song Yucheng made a cup of tea for Zhou Zhi: "Zhou Zhi, then let's wait in the outside room. Great writers, read books here, rest, and accompany me to work?"

"Okay, Brother Song, don't worry about me, I'll find a book to read by myself."

The bookcase contains the "Notice on Issues Related to Adjusting Grain Purchase and Sales Policy" and the "Regulations on Urban Housing Demolition Management" issued last month. Zhou Zhi took out these two books and sat on the coffee table and started reading them.

Song Yucheng was also observing Zhou Zhi secretly. Seeing him sitting quietly where to read two materials, occasionally picking up a tea cup and taking a sip, he immediately entered a very serious state. He felt that there was indeed a reason why this kid could write such an article.

The two materials were not long, and Zhou Zhi finished reading it quickly, but he did not stand up. Instead, he picked up the one he had just read and started reading it again.

Hum? Which way of reading is this? Song Yucheng felt a little strange.

This time I read it a lot slower, and then, I looped again.

Finally, it was completely on the "Notice on Issues Related to Adjusting Grain Purchase and Sales Policy".

"Zhou Zhi, let's talk?"

Zhou Zhi put down the materials: "Don't delay Brother Song?"

"The secretary has not come back yet, and I have finished the work in my hands, so there is no delay."

"What does Brother Song want to talk about?"

"I got a question this time, what's my thoughts?"

"Uh...what is a head question?"

"The first article in this issue of "Bashu Literature" is called the headline. It is equivalent to the front page headline of a newspaper, which is not easy."

"I said why the royalties were different from what my godfather said. Now I understand..."
To be continued...