Chapter 11

After washing up, Zhao Debiao remembers something: "Brother Ming, are you not free to tell 'Demi-Gods' tonight?"

Northern Qiao Feng scolds him: "Wei Ming's top priority right now is creation."

Wei Ming smiles: "I've been the one telling you stories all this time; why don't you tell me some today?"

"Tell what?"

Wei Ming: "What I'm writing is an educated youth novel, but I've never been an educated youth. Biaozi and Wenhua, tell me stories about when you were educated youths."

Although he hasn't been an educated youth, there were educated youths in Wei Ming's village, especially his cousin-in-law, who was an educated youth from Yanjing who eventually settled in the village. He was very representative, and Wei Ming extracted many elements from him.

Zhao Debiao is very enthusiastic; he went to the countryside at 16 and was an educated youth in the Northeast for two and a half years, during which many stories happened.

Things like clubbing roe deer, scooping fish with a ladle, pheasants flying into the cooking pot, helping widows carry water, being peeked at by widows while bathing, and so on.

Driven by Biaozi, Mei Wenhua also opens up, but he talks little about himself, mostly telling stories about other educated youths, including but not limited to city educated youths tricking rural girls into wild trysts in the sorghum fields.

It's clear he is very envious.

The stories told by these participants provide Wei Ming with many details, and details determine success or failure.

Over the next few days, besides running drills, attending classes, training, and following Northern Qiao Feng to get familiar with the campus, Wei Ming puts all his energy into this novel.

As for the "serialization" work of "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils," it can only be done during gaps like mealtimes. Besides the few people in the same dormitory, other security guards also join the ranks of story listeners.

Because Wei Ming tells stories well and knows how to handle things, even though Northern Qiao Feng treats him differently during training, no one has any objections.

However, Wei Ming has high standards for himself; he also hopes to have a good physique so that when he is sixty or seventy, he can still be as vigorous as ever without little pills.

After a few days of balanced diet and exercise, at least he no longer looks as sallow as when he first arrived; his complexion is getting better and better, and his body is gradually filling out.

With a good body comes a good spirit, and his brain turns faster too.

At first, he only wrote two or three thousand words a day, but later it got faster and faster, with a maximum of 8,000 words a day, without delaying work or sleep.

And when his thoughts aren't so smooth, he also changes his brain and goes to audit classes.

Many courses at Peking University, especially large lectures, have no restrictions for students. Students from other departments, or even other schools, can go if they want, as long as they can squeeze in.

The times and locations of many famous teacher courses are posted on the triangle bulletin board at the corner outside the large canteen.

Wei Ming likes literature and history. This afternoon, there is a course by Professor Deng Guangming, the head of the History Department, on the "Alliance of the Golden Cabinet." He is a top expert in Song history at home and abroad, and Wei Ming prepares to audit the class.

Being able to enjoy the courses of famous teachers for free is also an important reason why Wei Ming is willing to stay at Peking University to look after the gate.

Wei Ming is lucky and grabs a seat in the corner.

Liu Zhenyun isn't so lucky; when he arrives, it's already overcrowded, and he can only stand at the back door to listen.

He glances at the front and then sees Wei Ming.

Thoughts that linger will surely have an echo!

These past few days, his longing for Wei Ming even exceeded that for his junior sister; he kept thinking about when he could see him again and ask which department he ended up in.

Unexpectedly, he finally sees him today. So it's the History Department!

The History Department is also a famous major at Peking University, but it's definitely not as glorious as their Chinese Department, nor as decent as the Foreign Languages Department. It seems the energy of Uncle Great Leader is also limited.

Because they are in class, Liu Zhenyun can't greet him. He intended to talk after class, but unfortunately, the crowd disperses after class, and Wei Ming slips away quickly, so the two miss each other just like that.

After a week of pre-job training, Wei Ming finally officially starts work.

Northern Qiao Feng arranges for him to be at the Nanmen of Peking University, on the same post as Zhao Debiao, Mei Wenhua, and others, with both newcomers and veterans.

Because there are too many hands, they work in four shifts, each person only needing to work six hours. There are three people in each group at the Nanmen, and Wei Ming is in a group with two veterans.

Both the Nanmen and East Gate of Peking University can accommodate vehicles; the Ximen is for pedestrians only, and there are several small side gates.

Also, Peking University has no North Gate.

The advantage of the Nanmen is that it's close to the dormitory, saving a lot of walking time.

This can also be considered Brother Feng's care for his little brothers within his power.

He once privately said to Wei Ming: "You transition here first; I'll arrange for you to go to the library later."

He knows Wei Ming likes to read; besides the dormitory, he likes to run to the library.

"Brother Feng, it would be even better if you could let me patrol."

"Patrolling requires walking; how tiring."

"Standing still is even more uncomfortable."

Actually, it's not standing all the time; the three take turns standing, and when not standing, they sit in the room, but that's not comfortable either.

"Okay, you stand guard for a few days first, and I'll adjust it for you later."

The day Wei Ming starts work is Saturday. Wei Pingan knows he was assigned to the Nanmen, so he, who usually takes the Ximen, specifically takes a detour. At 1.83 meters tall, handsome, and full of spirit, standing there, it feels like he isn't guarding the Nanmen of Peking University, but the Nantian Gate.

Seeing Uncle Pingan, Wei Ming, wearing his uniform, salutes him.

Wei Pingan gets out of the car and pushes it past him: "Good, very spirited. Are you off tomorrow?"

"I'm covering for someone for half a day in the morning, and I'm off in the afternoon."

"Then come to the house for a meal in the evening; your aunt will cook personally to reward you."

This cannot be refused, and Wei Ming agrees.

He originally wanted to go to the Beijing Film Academy to find classmates to play with tomorrow, but he can only wait for another opportunity later.

He suddenly remembers that the new manuscript he promised Auntie Xiaoyan hasn't been started yet, so he temporarily puts aside the educated youth novel that is about to be finished and writes the fairy tale first.

The conception of the story has long been thought out; it's also a short film from the Shanghai Animation Film Studio, which can be done in less than 10,000 words.

Now, work is single-day off, working six days and resting one, just like 40 years later. What's different is there isn't so much overtime.

Wei Ming rests from Sunday afternoon to Monday morning. The morning is his last shift. Because it's Sunday, students have no classes, and many local students go home, while students from other places also go out to play, so he can clearly feel the increase in the flow of people.

!

And after those students walk past, they often look back at him, especially the girls.

Wei Ming: My damn charm!

Just because of this, he feels he must change his post, otherwise it will easily cause congestion at the Nanmen.

When he returns to the duty room, he takes out paper and pen and uses these fragmented times to complete the last part of that fairy tale.

Just as he is about to get off work, he stretches on his seat, and a wheelchair passes by the door.

The senior next to him looks at the old man being pushed in the wheelchair and tests Wei Ming: "Do you know who this is?"

Wei Ming: "This looks like he must be over ninety!"

The senior says: "He's almost a hundred."

"Whoa, a human treasure!" Wei Ming exclaims. There aren't many old gentlemen of this age at Peking University. "Could it be Principal Ma?"

"Hey, you kid are alright!" The senior praises Wei Ming.

Wei Ming: "I saw the news of Principal Ma's comeback at the triangle area two days ago."

The senior sighs: "What comeback? He's already 97. It's just restoring his reputation and guaranteeing his posthumous treatment."

Wei Ming gets up and walks out of the duty room, watching this highly controversial old man go away in his wheelchair.

The senior also stands up at this time, walks behind Wei Ming, and says proudly: "This is our Peking University, where you can often see some big figures who are in textbooks or even recorded in history."

At this moment, Wei Ming's heart is very warm. What he thinks is that it's difficult to be recorded in history, but he doesn't know if it's possible for him to be in a textbook.

He is talking about language textbooks, not Sister Xiaoqing's political textbooks.

Because the second fairy tale is finished, Wei Ming takes a leisurely nap in the afternoon, feeling that the time is still early, so he writes for a while on that educated youth novel.

There is no one in the dormitory at this time; Mei Wenhua is on duty, and Brother Feng and Biaozi are both off today, one looking for his wife, the other looking for his mother.

Around four o'clock, Wei Ming sets off; he can't just arrive at dinner time.

He doesn't go empty-handed either. Seeing farmers nearby selling lotus roots on the side of the road, he asks and finds out they were picked from the pond in Changchun Garden, and they are quite fresh, so he simply buys some. It's not expensive; he buys two jiao worth, which can be eaten for several days.

As a result, when he enters Wei Pingan's house, he sees Wei Xi and Wei Le each holding two sections of lotus root and fighting.

"You bought some too!"

Wei Pingan blames him: "You come when you come; what are you buying things for? Do you really treat yourself as a guest?"

Lu Xiaoyan in the kitchen says: "Exactly, you haven't even been paid yet; you can't be so extravagant. You're not allowed to buy things next time."

Wei Ming just smiles; they say what they say, but the etiquette that should be there must be there.

Lele sees Wei Ming coming and hurriedly hides behind Brother Ming to seek protection.

Xizi is having fun and jumps over, waving the lotus root and shouting: "Eat my grandson's stick!"

Wei Pingan says with disgust: "Can you stop for a moment?"

He just says one sentence when he is called over by Lu Xiaoyan: "Old Wei, come over and help me watch the fire. Little Ming, let me show you something."

"What is it?"

Lu Xiaoyan wipes her hands and smiles, handing over an envelope.

Wei Ming thinks of something, and after taking it, his heart starts to beat faster, unable to remain calm.

Could it be~

After opening the envelope, sure enough, besides a sheet of letter paper, there are two manuscript fee remittance vouchers inside!

(Does everyone still have monthly votes~ Considering this chapter is 3,000 words...)

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