MTL - After the Eldest Sister-in-law Died Young, Dai Wen Remarried.-Chapter 56 Uncle, you are partial! (Enter V to add more, please give me more
Chapter 56 Uncle, you are partial! (Add V for more updates, please support~)
When she went to cut pigweed in the afternoon, Yun Qinghuan met Wang Shufeng again. This time when she saw them, her face was still very bad. She obviously didn't want to see them, but maybe it was because she was caught stealing pigweed in the morning, and she felt guilty. , didn’t say anything sinister, and just hid away from them when he saw them.
Yun Qinghuan also breathed a sigh of relief.
She really doesn’t like dealing with people like Wang Shufeng. It’s good that Wang Shufeng is self-aware now.
For several days, whenever Yun Qinghuan went to cut pigweed, Bai Naihan and Bai Jin'an would also accompany her.
At first, Yun Qinghuan felt that cutting pig grass was tiring and she was a little uncomfortable. But after a few days of cutting, and with Bai Naihan as a great helper, she gradually got used to it, and she felt that her life now was quite good and fulfilling.
Each time, you only need to cut it at noon. In the afternoon, you stay at home, read books, do questions, and write manuscripts by the way.
The little guy looked at his uncle eagerly again and handed him the little sickle, "Uncle, can you make one for me?"
The little guy was not convinced, "Uncle, you are partial!"
The **** shook her head, "I have no impression, this must be a newbie."
Bai Naihan was looking at her with focused eyes.
"It's okay, I have a solution." He put the basket down, turned the wheelchair and found a long wooden stick from the side.
Yun Qinghuan coughed lightly next to him and rubbed the little guy's hair, "I've been talking nonsense all day long. Hurry up, let's get some more acacia flowers for lunch."
She remembered the last time she ate acacia flowers when she was very young. The director of the orphanage took the children to pick acacia flowers in the yard. There were not many acacia flowers on one tree. Later, after they were done, everyone She got half a bowl, but it was delicious enough that she still misses it.
She turned back and asked the lesbian, "Do you have any impression?"
“I have a hunch that this article will be popular!”
In fact, it’s not that simple.
I couldn't wait to take the manuscript and went to the office.
The little guy was very energetic, moving his mouth and staring at the acacia flowers on the tree with great greed.
The female editor reacted and quickly checked the contributor's information and found that it was an unknown pen name, "Yun Dan Feng Qing? I don't recognize it."
At the end, the **** exclaimed, "Who wrote this manuscript? Why is it so good? I haven't been so fascinated by a story for a long time. What happened next? Did Lin Zhixia choose to get married and have children or continue? Hometown?"
Seeing her disapproving look, he shook his head directly at An An, "Listen to your mother, this is not suitable for you. It is a bit dangerous. You can pick up the acacia flowers under the tree later."
Yun Qinghuan refused, "No, it's too dangerous."
…
His voice was trembling with joy!
The **** sitting on the chair called her several times, but she didn't respond. He stood behind her curiously and followed her to watch. The two of them were fascinated for a moment.
The man touched his nose and said nothing, but the corners of his lips were raised in a smile.
Immediately, he looked at Yun Qinghuan and handed her the tied stick, "Try it."
At this moment, the grass had been cut not far away, and An An, who was squatting on the ground and playing with the dirt, shouted, "Mom, acacia flower!"
The man carried a full basket of grass and turned his wheelchair to leave.
The **** curled her lips and stopped talking when she heard this.
Yun Qinghuan looked at it and smiled.
One hundred three. One sixty two. Ninety four. Sixty eight
There was a light rain two days ago, which probably caused the acacia flowers to bloom.
Seeing the strings of bright white acacia flowers, long-lost memories suddenly appeared.
She was startled, then smiled and said, "I want to eat, but I haven't eaten in a long time, but although the tree is not very tall, you still have to climb up to pick it. I'm afraid it's not easy to get enough."
The female editor immediately agreed, "Whether you are a newbie or not, this article is well written. I will ask the editor-in-chief if you can accept this article."
The **** shook her head behind her, "That's enough."
The female editor's eyes darkened when she heard this, and she said a little stubbornly, "If the newspaper keeps doing this, how can the sales increase? I'll see if there are any good articles."
The man subconsciously looked at Yun Qinghuan.
It is really heart-scratching and uncomfortable.
He also taught the little guy Bai Jinan how to read a lot of words.
The corners of the man's lips were raised in a smile. Looking at him like this, against the light, Yun Qinghuan felt that his eyes were also filled with light. Otherwise, why would they be so dazzling?
She raised her hand to cover her forehead from the sun. She felt that the straw hat was not very effective. She paused for a moment before walking over, taking the simple tool he made, and asked in surprise, "So it can still be like this?"
It’s a pity that the orphanage was later demolished and moved to a new place, and the acacia tree was cut down, so she never ate it again.
"Do you want to eat?" The man's deep and pleasant voice sounded, which also brought Yun Qinghuan back to her senses.
Suddenly, the female editor moved, and her eyes were directly attracted by a story. She was stunned when she saw it, but just when she saw the heart-wrenching part, the story suddenly disappeared.
At the same time, there were exclamations in another well-known newspaper office, and everyone was discussing it together.
At a certain magazine, a female editor was rubbing her brows and was a little tired from reading the manuscripts. Moreover, many of these manuscripts were the same and had no new ideas.
The editor-in-chief’s neck was red with joy.
“Is Lin Zhixia going to the countryside? Hurry up and contact the author Yun Danfengqing and tell her that we have accepted this article and will give her the highest treatment!”
Many people think that submitting articles is easy and think that if others can make money from writing, then they can do it too.
It was almost noon. Yun Qinghuan and Bai Naihan had almost cut the pigweed. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and said, "Naihan, let's go back." "Okay."
An An over there has already run over, excitedly looking at the long stick and sickle made by Bai Naihan, a little ready to move, "Mom, can I try it?"
There was a slightly younger **** next to the female editor. Seeing that she was looking at it so seriously, he said directly, "Sister, haven't we already decided on the manuscript for the next issue? Although the contributor submitted it through connections, the writer It’s not that good, but it’s not too bad either. We don’t need to work so hard, right? Doesn’t this offend the leader?”
He looked around again and found a particularly durable wicker stick. Then he tied the grass-cutting sickle to the stick and tried swinging his arm. The grass on the ground not far away was cut directly by him.
So what, no matter how good it is? Isn’t it still inferior to guanxi?
Sure enough, it didn't take long for the female editor to come out with a slumped face. It was obvious that she was not hired. She bit her lip and sighed in disappointment, "Sooner or later, newspapers like this will be eliminated."
Yun Qinghuan looked in his direction, and sure enough, he saw a not-too-tall tree covered with acacia flowers. They must have just bloomed, and they looked very tender.
Go to the acacia tree and stand on tiptoe to cut the acacia flowers with a stick tied with a sickle.
It’s just that the stick was too short, so she still had difficulty cutting it. After working hard for a long time, she was only able to cut off a few strings, and she suddenly felt discouraged.
(End of this chapter)
