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To this end, Shao Jingwen also found a lot of books and articles collected by publishing houses for Zhou Chen to read. In his spare time, he also taught Zhou Chen things to pay attention to and so on.

The publishing house is not on the same road as the cinema, so it is impossible for Zhou Chen to take a long detour to visit Zheng Juan every day. He only goes there every few days.

After the poem "Facing the Sea, Spring Flowers Blooming" was published in the "Golden Land" magazine, it immediately caused a huge sensation in the literary world of Jiangliao Province. It was then published in other magazines and newspapers at an extremely fast speed and circulated across the country.

Zhou Chen still underestimated the influence of a good poem in this era.

Especially in this special era, because schools are no longer recruiting students, for many students and scholars, not being able to gather together to discuss academic matters is a torment.

If a good poem suddenly appears at this time, it will naturally be sought after by countless people.

The author of this poem, Zhou Chen, quickly became a celebrity in the literary world, especially in the Jiangliao Province, where he was admired by countless people.

Soon, Zhou Chen had worked at Jiangliao Publishing House for more than a month and received his first salary, 53 yuan.

Of the 53 yuan, 26 is salary and the remaining 27 is writing fee.

In addition to the poem "Facing the Sea, Spring Flowers Blooming", Zhou Chen published several more poems later. Although they were not as good as that one, the publishing house still gave him a considerable fee.

Getting a salary of 53 yuan a month is definitely a very high level in that era, more than some important cadres.

In addition to cash, the publishing house also issued food coupons, cloth coupons, meat coupons, and two industrial coupons.

These tickets are all good things. Zhou Chen has been in this world for several months, and the number of times he has eaten meat is really rare.

If you eat meat frequently, you may not think that meat is a good thing, but if you don’t eat it for a long time, the feeling of missing it will be particularly unpleasant.

When he got off work, Shao Jingwen found Zhou Chen specifically and gave him a meat ticket, saying that their children were not at home and they didn't need so much meat.

Zhou Chen naturally declined, but Shao Jingwen was very determined and forced it on him, so he had no choice but to accept it.

Zhou Chen, who received his salary, was in a good mood. He rode his beloved 28-inch bicycle to the cinema.

Zheng Juan and her mother, Aunt Zheng, were packing up and preparing to go home. Taiping Hutong was a bit far from the cinema, so they needed to go back early, otherwise the road would be even more difficult to walk when it got dark.

"Is the stall closed?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Zheng Juan and her daughter looked up, and Zheng Juan smiled unconsciously.

"Well, we are ready to go back. Do you want to buy some candied haws?"

These days, Zhou Chen can be said to be their most stable customer. He alone has bought dozens of skewers.

"Give me five."

Zheng Juan asked in surprise: "Why do you need so much today?"

Zhou Chen smiled and said, "Happy, here, this is money."

Zheng Juan wrapped the candied haws and handed it to Zhou Chen and borrowed the money, but the next moment, she was stunned.

In addition to the ten cents, there was also a grain ticket and a meat ticket.

"this?"

Zhou Chen said, "Take it. I got my salary today. Next time I come to buy candied haws, I'll use this as a payment."

"No, you take these two tickets back."

Zheng Juan quickly refused, took out the food coupons and meat coupons and was about to hand them to Zhou Chen.

She was well aware of the value of the grain coupons and meat coupons, especially the large amounts of meat on these two coupons. These were great things that could not be bought even with money.

Zhou Chen did not accept it, but pushed it back, saying, "Here you are, just take it. Didn't I tell you that I just got paid today? I work in a publishing house now, and these food coupons and meat coupons are issued every month. They are not good things."

Zheng Juan pursed her lips and suddenly walked in front of Zhou Chen, "Come with me."

Zhou Chen smiled at Aunt Zheng, then followed Zheng Juan to the side.

Zheng Juan stopped, turned around and asked Zhou Chen: "Why are you so nice to me? Do you like me?"

"Uh."

Zhou Chen didn't expect Zheng Juan to be so straightforward. Are all Northeastern women so heroic?

"Yes, I just like you, and I want you to be my wife."

You are straightforward and I am decisive.

Zheng Juan's face turned even redder, and the boldness she had just shown disappeared in an instant.

"I, I am not worthy of your love, you can find someone better."

Zhou Chen smiled: "It seems that you have already asked about me and know my family situation."

Zheng Juan lowered her head. Although it was not her intention to inquire about Zhou Chen, she did not stop her mother from asking.

But after inquiring, she felt even more inferior. Zhou Chen came from a working-class family and his father was an eighth-level worker. Zhou Chen himself also had a job now, a decent job in a publishing house.

As for her, she has no city hukou, no job, and has an elderly mother and a blind brother at home.

She felt that she was not worthy of Zhou Chen at all, but she was reluctant to let him go. However, Zhou Chen's behavior just now made her decide that she could not continue to fantasize like this.

"Zhou Bingkun, you'd better not come here again. I'm not worthy of you. With your conditions, you can find a better woman. I'm not worthy of you."

"Whether you are a good match or not is not up to you alone. Finding a wife is not based on conditions. No matter how good other women's conditions are, I will not like them. No matter how bad your conditions are, I like you."

Zhou Chen didn't beat around the bush and asked directly: "Zheng Juan, let me ask you, if I want to marry you as my wife, will you agree?"

Zheng Juan didn't dare to look Zhou Chen in the eye. She lowered her head and stammered, "I, I don't know."

Zhou Chen smiled: "I don't know, that means I don't object. OK, I understand what you mean."

Zheng Juan raised her head in astonishment: "What do you understand? I didn't say anything."

"Some things don't need to be said."

Zheng Juan stared at Zhou Chen blankly, with a silly expression, which was quite cute.

"Let's go, your mother and your brother are waiting for you. We are just going the same way, so let's go together."

After saying that, without waiting for Zheng Juan's response, he turned around and went back to the stall.

Zheng Juan had a complicated expression. She originally wanted to persuade Zhou Chen, but before she could say a few words, Zhou Chen took an attitude and did not even give her room for negotiation.

But she felt vaguely happy in her heart that Zhou Chen did not despise her family or her.

The two returned to the cart, and Zhou Chen said to Aunt Zheng, "Auntie, you guys go back to Taiping Hutong, and I'll go back to Guangzi Pian. It's just on the way, so I'll help you push the cart."

Aunt Zheng quickly refused: "No, no, young man, you go back first, we will push it ourselves."

Zhou Chen: "It's okay, Auntie. I'm a man, stronger than you. Zheng Juan, help me push the bike, and you can put your brother on the back seat."

Then, without saying a word, he took the cart from Zheng's mother and pulled it up easily.

The cart was rather old and had a lot of stuff on it. Such a heavy weight was not easy for Zheng Juan and the others, but for Zhou Chen, it was a piece of cake.

Zhou Chen moved so quickly that Zheng's mother couldn't stop him. By the time she reacted, Zhou Chen had already pulled the car several meters away.

"Juan'er."

Zheng Juan was moved and helpless. She realized that this man was too domineering. He would never give her a chance to refute whatever he wanted to do.

"It's okay, Mom. Guangming, come here, I'll carry you in the car."

Zhou Chen took the lead and Zheng Juan could only push Zhou Chen's bicycle and put Zheng Guangming on the back seat. She didn't know how to ride a bike, and her mother didn't either, so she just pushed it.

I had only seen other people’s bicycles before. This was Zheng Juan’s first time pushing a bicycle by herself. Although it was not hers, she still felt very happy.

It was also Zheng Guangming’s first time riding a bicycle. He lay flat on the back seat, hugging the bicycle seat tightly.

Seeing Zheng Juan catching up, Zhou Chen slowed down and walked side by side with them.

"Young man, let me do it."

"It's okay, Auntie. I'm a man, and this weight is a piece of cake for me. You don't have to be polite to me."

"Young man, I heard from Juan'er that you work in a publishing house and are a cultured person. How can you help us push the cart? Stop and give it to me."

"Auntie, I work in a publishing house, but I'm not an educated person. Besides, even if I am an educated person, it doesn't matter. An educated person still has to work to eat."

"That's different. People of culture can't do heavy work."

Aunt Zheng is in her fifties or sixties, and her thinking is more feudal than that of people today. In her mind, educated people are superior to others.

Zhou Chen did not argue, but smiled and said: "Auntie, if I say that I like Zheng Juan and want to marry Zheng Juan as my wife, do you agree?"

"what?"

Before Aunt Zheng could say anything, Zheng Juan couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise, and then her face turned red.

"Why did he say that? This is too, too..."

Aunt Zheng was delighted: "Young man, are you telling the truth?"

It’s no wonder that she was happy, because she had already inquired about Zhou Chen’s situation and knew his family background.

Given Zhou Chen's family background, if his daughter could marry into this family, she would definitely be able to live a much better life than she is now.

Not to mention, Zhou Chen now has a job, a respectable job with a regular salary in a publishing house.

If Zhou Chen was willing to marry Zheng Juan, she would definitely agree with both hands.

"Of course it's true. As long as you agree, I'll ask my mother to find someone to act as a matchmaker when I get home."

"well……"

Seeing Zhou Chen and his mother talking about this kind of thing in front of her, Zheng Juan was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

"Mom, stop talking."

But Aunt Zheng didn't listen at all and continued to say to Zhou Chen: "Young man, let me tell you, although Juan'er in our family has no job and no household registration, she is actually dragged down by us. Juan'er is really very hardworking and has a very good personality. If you marry Juan'er, she will definitely serve you very well."

Zhou Chen believed this. Zheng Juan demonstrated this in the TV series. She could not only take care of one person, but also take care of an entire family.

In the plot, Zheng Juan is a virtuous woman except for the defect of giving birth to a child due to violence.

The Zhou family can live such a good life thanks to Zheng Juan’s silent efforts behind the scenes.

There are many educated and knowledgeable women, but there are really not many women like Zheng Juan who are hardworking and dedicated to their husbands and families.

"Auntie, I definitely believe what you say. When I get back, I will discuss it with my mother."

Zhou Chen agreed readily. Just in case, he really wanted to bring Zheng Juan home as soon as possible.

It's just that he is only seventeen years old now, and it's too early for him to get married. But he can settle down first and get the marriage certificate later.

"Okay, good boy, I believe you."

Zheng Juan didn't know what to say. She was clearly the one being talked about, but now she couldn't get a word in.

Zhou Chen sent Zheng Juan and her family of three to Taiping Hutong. Originally, he wanted to send them to the door, but Zheng Juan refused to let him, saying that she was afraid that someone would see them and gossip about them.

Zhou Chen knew that she was not afraid of being gossiped about, but was afraid of being gossiped about him.

Just this small action made him see Zheng Juan's attentiveness and kindness.

Zheng Juan did not receive much education and did not have a high level of cultural literacy, but she was actually very smart and had some skills in dealing with people, but she just did not show it most of the time.

When Zhou Chen returned home, Li Suhua asked, "Kun'er, why are you so late today?"

"Something delayed me."

Seeing that the food was ready, Zhou Chen washed his hands in the basin and sat at the table.

After sitting down, Zhou Chen did not pick up his chopsticks immediately, but took out the things in his pocket and put them on the table.

"Mom, the company paid wages today."

When Li Suhua saw Zhou Chen took out so much money, she was shocked and took it and counted it carefully.

She is illiterate, but she can recognize money.

After checking carefully, Li Suhua looked up and asked in surprise, "What's going on, Kun'er? Why are you earning so much? You're already over 50. Are the salaries at publishing houses so high?"

As the person who manages the family's finances, her husband Zhou Zhigang has worked there for more than 20 years. He is now an eighth-level worker and a worker supporting the Third Front, and he only makes fifty or sixty yuan a month.

Zhou Chen had only worked for a month and he already earned more than fifty yuan. Of course she was shocked.

"How can it be possible, Mom? My basic salary is twenty-six, and the rest is the fee the publishing house gives me for writing poems."

"What? Kun'er, you're not lying to me, are you? You can write poetry? How much money can you make?"

Li Suhua already felt like she was dreaming when her son went to work at a publishing house. Now she heard that Zhou Chen also wrote poetry and made money. Why did it feel so unreal?

Zhou Chen was unhappy: "Mom, you are looking down on me. I am not bragging to you, but my current level is better than my brother and sister combined. You need to change your old ideas. From now on, your son is your best son. You should be proud of me in the future."

Li Suhua rolled her eyes at him and said, "I praised you a few times, and you're going to go crazy. Kun'er, is what you just said true? Did you really write a poem?"