Riding the wind of rebirth

Chapter 25
After lunch, Zhou Zhi returned home with "The Godfather" and Wei Fei.

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

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

Zhou Zhi cooks.

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

The roof of the dormitory building is an open space. Many families have surrounded small vegetable gardens and placed chicken coops on it, planting flowers, watering vegetables and raising chickens.

At that time, Zhou Zhi spied on Feng Xueshan's date, but under the pumpkin shed on the roof, so she couldn't be exposed.

At this time the phone rang, Zhou Zhi Guan Xiaohuo went back to the living room to answer it: "Hello?"

"My son..."

Among the relatives, only the eldest lady and the second lady can call herself this way, and Zhou Zhi immediately recognized it: "Second lady? Are you and uncle okay?"

"Well, we're all fine."

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

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

"Ah good."

"My son, the second lady asks you, have you contributed to "Bashu Literature" recently?"

"Yes, Second Lady, then I'll play with it."

"Okay! You are really a little scholar in our family! This has been submitted to a provincial literary publication!"

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

"By the way, second lady, how did you know about this?" Zhou Zhi couldn't help being curious as it seemed that this had never happened in his previous life.

The movement is a bit loud, why are they all out of the province?

"I received a call from the Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles today, saying that it was from "Bashu Literature". I called and asked, and they said that you wrote an article about grandma?"

"Yes, in fact, it is to organize some of the little stories my grandma usually told me, as well as the past events that you usually chat about, and organize them into an article. Why did they call you?"

"The editors of "Bashu Literature" are still very responsible." The second lady said happily: "I asked and verified some information about grandma."

"I told about how my grandma sent me to school, and then about how she supported our sisters to go to school. The comrades in the editorial department were very happy and said they would publish it."

"Good job, Zhi'er! You are the first person in our family to be able to publish a work in the provincial magazine! This work can surpass the whole family!"

"They agreed to board?"

"Agreed! But! You—"

Zhou Zhi had already figured out what the next sentence would be.

"Can't be proud!"

Look, my second lady is still my second lady!
"Zhier, achievements and honors can only explain the past. You must continue to work hard, study hard, and become a person who is useful to the country and society in the future, you understand?"

"Second lady, it hasn't been published yet, and the manuscript fee hasn't been paid yet. This 'now' hasn't arrived yet, so your old man will pay me 'in the past' to cut it?"

"Stinky boy! Is this a matter of royalties?! The second lady is doing ideological education for women and children, and now she is doing ideological education for you! I'm afraid you will get your tail up!"

"Yes, yes, yes... I don't have any tails to turn around here... and the manuscript fee is of course also important, because I ordered a walking stick for Uncle Yao, and my parents said they would deduct my New Year's money, which is still waiting to be compensated." Woolen cloth……"

"Then you go and tell them, just say what the second lady said, no deduction is allowed! The second lady will reward you, how much is the manuscript fee, and the second lady will reward you as much here!"

"Oh, isn't it? That's great! Thank you, Second Lady! You are really my Second Lady!" Zhou Zhi was so happy now.

"Are your parents back?"

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

"Well, give your dad the phone number. You go upstairs to call your mom. Is there grandma by your side? Let her hear the good news too, and there's something about the organization here..."

"Hey! Grandma has already come over when she heard me call Second Lady, so I'll turn on the speakerphone..." Zhou Zhi turned on the speakerphone and said to his father: "Second Lady is calling, I'll go upstairs and call Mom come down."

"Go." Dad entered the room and pulled a chair next to the phone, helped grandma to sit down, and shouted into the phone: "Second sister, is it okay?"

……

……

Hearing that the second lady called, my mother went downstairs directly. When Zhou Zhi put away the lettuce leaves and walked down the fourth floor with a dustpan, she saw Guan Tingting practicing her voice on the balcony.

The little girl, Mimimi, sang, and when she saw Zhou Zhi, she rolled her eyes and made gestures, which meant that her mother couldn't stop talking at the beginning.

Zhou Zhi smiled and gesticulated with her, and listened to her with a dustpan, and then gesticulated again to say that the singing was worthy of praise, and it was okay to go downstairs to play, and then returned home.

When I got home, the dishes were already set. Although my father was calm, the act of serving Zhou Zhi with food had already betrayed his fragile heart: "I heard from the second lady, have you contributed to "Bashu Magazine?"

"Ah."

"Where's the original manuscript? Show me it later."

"What manuscript?"

"Didn't you re-transcribe before submitting the manuscript? The one you sent out was the second one, so you have to keep the original manuscript?"

"Is there another saying? I didn't change much at first, so I sent it directly?"

This is Zhou Zhi's habit of writing online articles in his previous life. The readers are equal to you as an old man, and they shout to send razor blades every time they are urged. Don't dare to expect the blessing of the donkey of the production team.

I have always written and posted without saving the manuscript. At most, I will look back at the reminders of book friends and correct typos.

It turns out that the original handwriting still needs to be kept? !
"You!" Dad was stunned for a moment, and suddenly angered: "Why are you waiting for me to serve you rice? Scoop it yourself!"

"I didn't dare to ask you to scoop it up for me, but you kept holding on to the spoon..." Zhou Zhi muttered secretly.

"From your second lady's tone, the editorial department is going to publish it for you, but you..."

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

"No, I want to say that if you want to submit a manuscript in the future, you must keep the draft."

"What?"

"Otherwise, if someone robs you on the road and says he wrote it, you have no proof!"

"It doesn't matter, it's a robbery, anyway, it's just a small thing of [-] to [-] characters."

"..."

The two books in the previous life add up to 800 million words. Doesn’t the water just come out?So Zhou Zhi really didn't worry about these two little things.

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

"Don't leave any pot unopened!" My mother stared at Zhou Zhi while pouring soup for grandma, and resolutely defended my father's dignity: "I think you are just proud! Didn't you know that your father also likes to write?"

Dad looked at Mom with sadness in his eyes.

Sure enough, the person who hurts me the most is often the person I love the most.

"I just listened to it for a long time." My mother happily added soup to my father, not knowing that she had just touched his heart: "I will call your godfather in a while and ask what the "Bashu Literature" is. What level, I have never heard of it seriously."

"That's..." Dad was about to introduce this publication when he suddenly thought of his old classmates and stopped talking immediately.

There is something spiritual about literature. Brother Ling Jun collects and organizes Bowen and memorizes. He is good at compiling county annals, but he has never been published in provincial magazines!
Well, I can't just be hurt by myself, I have to let my elder brother experience the blows and injuries that the younger generation can do to the elders!
Dry, that's right!
Zhou Zhi also couldn't understand the secret wars in the minds of the elders, he only cared about one question: "Dad, the first article is about [-] words, how much do you think the provincial magazine can pay for the manuscript?"

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

Dad said: "Second sister said that Zhou Zhi submitted two manuscripts to the publishing house, one essay and one novel."

"The publisher of the essay said it will definitely be published, and the novel... still needs to be confirmed."

"Really?" My mother's eyes began to glow: "My son can also write novels?! What kind?"

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

"Oh." My mother lost all interest immediately: "Eating and eating, two or three thousand words is good, and two or three thousand words, it's not sure."

"Just now I seem to have heard the second sister mentioning the organization..." Mom took a bite of the food and asked, "What's the matter?"

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

My mother was taken aback, and immediately filled my mind with countless familiar scenes: "Did Zhou Zhi get into trouble? How can you write a novel and ask the organization?"

"What are you thinking! What year is this?" Dad said while picking up vegetables: "The second sister said that there was an old comrade in Guizhou Province who filed a complaint with the organization about his party membership. It has always been a one-liner, so there is no confirmed result until now."

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

"This old comrade thinks that his party membership should be counted from [-] instead of [-]. There is a gap of nine years!"

"Then why is it related to Zhou Zhi's novel?" Mom wondered.

"Because my novel is about what happened at that time." Zhou Zhi replied while trying hard to plan a meal.

It's finally time to eat...

It was only then that the mother realized that the baby was making crazy things, and quickly took away Zhou Zhi's bowl: "You can't eat too much. Explain clearly, what's going on?"

"Why don't you let my grandson eat?" Grandma was not happy when she saw her mother put away Zhou Zhi's bowl.

"Mom! The doctor said he just recovered, and he can't eat too much now!"

"I drink soup and I drink soup."

(End of this chapter)