Chapter 6: Gong Xue in the South, Zhu Lin in the North (Ask for monthly tickets!)

Wei Ming wanting to submit a manuscript was indeed something Lu Xiaoyan hadn't expected.

When chatting with her husband yesterday, she learned about Wei Ming's 211 college entrance exam score and only thought this child had no talent for learning.

Could it be that he had a talent for writing?

Lu Xiaoyan still took it, but she said in advance: "Although we are relatives, our magazine has its own manuscript review standards and processes. Even if I pass it here, it's useless if the editor-in-chief doesn't pass it."

"I understand, three reviews and three proofreadings."

Lu Xiaoyan was a bit surprised. The child knew quite a lot.

"What type are you writing? Poetry or novels."

"Fairy tales, I guess, about 5,000 words."

Lu Xiaoyan was even more surprised. At an age where writing an 800-word essay was difficult, he actually wrote a 5,000-word fairy tale?

Wait! He knew she was an editor at "Children's Literature" yesterday, and today he took out a fairy tale? Could it be...

"How long did you write this fairy tale?" she asked.

"I stayed up all night writing it last night." He answered honestly.

It really was written on the spot!

And 5,000 words in one night, this is too unbelievable! Can this be read?

Lu Xiaoyan really wanted to say: Are you teasing me?

However, looking at Wei Ming's sincere eyes, Lu Xiaoyan still put the envelope into her bag in front of him.

After returning to the editorial department, Lu Xiaoyan opened the envelope and read it for the first time.

The title is "The Toothless Tiger."

Just looking at the beginning, Lu Xiaoyan put away her contempt, and a look of surprise appeared on her face. This little Ming has something!

In the waiting hall of Yanjing Railway Station, Wei Ming and Wei Jiefang were saying their final goodbyes.

"Don't work too hard when you work normally. I don't worry about you, it's just that my mother is too honest."

Lao Lao Lao Wei's face turned red: "You mean I'm not honest when I work!"

He was indeed a bit lazy, but relying on his ability to treat livestock, Lao Lao Lao Wei's laziness was justified, and no one could say anything.

However, after the household contract responsibility system was implemented, Lao Lao Lao Wei worked hard, not only doing farm work at home but also working in the county's lime factory, hurting his lungs early.

Wei Ming continued: "And Xiaohong, don't let her work. Those work points aren't worth much. If she gets into college, she will have everything. She is more suitable for college than me."

In his past life, even in such difficult circumstances, his sister Wei Hong was admitted to Beijing Normal University and was the county top scorer at the time.

"I know, I know!" Wei Jiefang responded impatiently.

His hand had been in his pocket, and he hadn't had a chance to take it out because of his son's barrage of instructions.

Wei Ming continued: "I will write to you, and let Xiaohong write to me when she has time. If possible, mail me a jar of chili sauce made by Mom."

At this time, Wei Pingan walked over and pointed to his watch: "Brother Jiefang, the train is about to depart."

Wei Jiefang said "Oh," stuffed something into Wei Ming's pocket, carried his bag, and squeezed out two words: "Leaving!"

Wei Ming touched it. It was two crumpled ten-yuan bills. This was probably one of the few savings of the family.

He wanted to return it, but Wei Jiefang didn't give him a chance. He had already quickly disappeared into the crowd, just like a raindrop falling into a lake, completely unable to distinguish which bent Chinese father's back was his Lao Lao Lao Wei.

On the train, Wei Jiefang squatted in the area connecting the two carriages with a group of passengers who didn't have seats.

He held his bag tightly. The most important things inside were the fried duck racks left for his wife and daughter. He could smell the fragrance through the bag.

He was afraid it would be cold when he got home, and he didn't know if the fragrance would dissipate. Humph, it's cheaper for this group of people around him.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath, as if taking a little more could make others occupy a little less.

On the other side, Wei Pingan took Wei Ming and the pair of children by bus back to Peking University to handle the check-out and entry. Training would start tomorrow, and he could officially take up his post in a few days.

Today is September 1st, just in time to get a full month's salary.

When checking out of the North Guesthouse, someone happened to be checking in.

"You stay here for a few days. Think clearly about what major you like, and then we will communicate with the department, or if you don't like Peking University, change to another school," a middle-aged man said to a young man with thick eyebrows in a friendly manner.

These words were said very lightly, but Wei Ming heard them, and Wei Pingan also heard them, making his face turn red and green.

Thinking of what he said yesterday, he felt he had been slapped in the face, slap after slap.

Not only can you choose your major at will, but you can also choose any university. Who do you think you are!

So he stepped forward and asked the middle-aged man: "This comrade, which department are you from? I haven't seen you before."

The other party didn't want to talk. Manager Wang quickly pulled Wei Pingan aside and whispered a few words. Wei Pingan then suddenly realized, and then without saying a word, took Wei Ming and Xile away.

After leaving the guesthouse, he explained: "They are comrades on the united front line, and it may involve confidentiality regulations. That young man is estimated to be from overseas. Looking at his standing posture, he seems to be a soldier."

From overseas? And was a soldier?

A name popped into Wei Ming's mind. If that person were fatter, wore glasses, and held a basketball in his arms, swimming, swimming, swimming~

Tsk tsk, it really is Peking University, full of talents!

Next, Uncle Pingan took Wei Ming to the Security Department to handle the entry, received his work permit and labor insurance. From now on, he was a person with a unit, although only a temporary worker.

!

The salary was 18.5 yuan per month, with a grain quota of 36 jin.

The monthly salary was less than the college students' subsidy, and the grain quota was basically the same as college students, with rice, flour, and coarse grain subdivided.

The grain quota didn't mean "all-inclusive meals," it just meant that you could eat so much grain every month, and you still had to pay for it when you bought meals.

The salary of 18.5 yuan was just enough to eat. You had to weigh it when eating braised tofu. Fortunately, the school provided free dormitories, and the bulk of the expenses was filling your stomach.

Wei Pingan also had to retire successfully. He told Wei Ming: "I am in the office on the 4th floor, 404. If you have anything, you can come to the office to find me, or you can come home. I won't give you money. There are still some extra national grain coupons here. You take them. You can keep them for yourself, or exchange them with colleagues for things you need."

"Thank you, Uncle!"

Wei Pingan finally gave a final instruction: "You can call me Uncle today, but how should you call me when you see me at school tomorrow?"

Wei Ming thought for a while and asked: "Director Wei?"

Wei Pingan laughed and patted Wei Ming on the shoulder: "You kid, transparent!"

After Wei Pingan left, Wei Ming filled out two more forms, waited for a few minutes, and Captain Qiao of the School Guard Team came to lead him.

"Wei Ming, right? Let's go, follow me."

This captain looked to be in his thirties, with a square face. Wei Ming knew where he was from as soon as he heard it. This person was slightly shorter than him, maybe a little over 1.8 meters, but much stronger. That momentum felt like he could pick Wei Ming up with one hand. What a Shandong big man.

"Captain Qiao, you are from Shandong, right?"

"Yo, you heard it?" Captain Qiao smiled, "Just call me Brother Feng."

Wei Ming was stunned: "Which feng?"

"The maple of the red leaves of Xiangshan. How is it, literary?"

Uh, to be honest, it's quite erotic, but it's much better with this surname, Northern Qiao Feng!

"Brother Feng, have you heard of Northern Qiao Feng in the north and Murong in the south?"

Northern Qiao Feng suddenly became alert: "What the hell, how do you know my partner's name?!"

Northern Qiao Feng hadn't heard of "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils," but his partner happened to be named Mu Rong, surnamed Mu, named Rong.

Wei Ming had to explain that this originated from a martial arts novel, and it was all a coincidence.

"Northern Qiao Feng in the north and Murong in the south~ Haha, interesting. Who researched it, you tell me." Brother Feng was happy alone, seemingly thinking of something sweet.

In fact, there are many similar north-south titles, such as Mao in the south and Ma in the north, Emperor in the south and Beggar in the north.

Of course, there are also Gong Xue in the south and Zhu Lin in the north...

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