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 eldest sister gave him a strict order to return immediately after getting the radio.

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

Zhou Zhi went to cook.

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.

There is an open space on the roof of the dormitory, and many families have surrounded it with small vegetable gardens and chicken cages, where they plant flowers, water vegetables, and raise chickens.

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

At this time the phone rang, Zhou Zhiguan Xiaohuo returned to the living room and answered it: "Hello?"

"My son..."

Among relatives, only the eldest lady and the second lady would call her this way. Zhou Zhi heard it right away: "Second lady? Are you and your uncle okay?"

"Well, we're all fine."

"Are you looking for my mother? She has gone upstairs to collect the vegetables. I will call her for you. You want to talk to grandma first?"

"Don't worry yet, I'll have a chat with you first."

"Ah good."

"Come on, my second wife is asking you, have you submitted any manuscripts to "Bashu Literature" recently?"

"Yes, Second Mistress, I'll just throw it in for fun."

"Okay! What a talented little scholar in our family! All this has been submitted to a provincial literary magazine!"

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

"By the way, Second Mistress, how do you know this?" This thing seemed to have never happened in the previous life, Zhou Zhi couldn't help but be curious.

The commotion was a bit loud, why are they all out of the province?

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

"Yes, actually, I compiled some short stories that grandma usually told me, as well as the past things that you usually chatted about, into an article. Why did they call you?"

"The editors of "Bashu Literature" are still very responsible." The second mistress said with joy in her voice: "We inquired and verified some information about grandma."

"I told my grandmother about sending me to school, and then about her support for us sisters to go to school. The comrades in the editorial department were very happy and said that they wanted to publish it."

"Well done to Zhi'er! You are the first person in our family to have his work published in a provincial magazine! You can compare to the whole family!"

"They agreed to board?"

"Agreed! But! You -"

Zhou Zhi has already figured out what the next sentence is.

"Can't be proud!"

Look, my second mistress is still my second mistress!

"My dear, grades and honors can only reflect the past. You have to continue to work hard, study hard, and become a person who is useful to the country and society in the future, you know?"

"Second mistress, I haven't signed up yet, and the royalties haven't been paid yet. I haven't even received it 'now', so you old man just paid it to me 'in the past' and cut it?"

"You brat! Is this a matter of royalties? Second lady is engaged in ideological education work for women and children, and now she is doing ideological education work for you! I'm afraid you will raise your tail!"

"Yes, yes...I don't have a tail to stick to...Of course the royalties are also important, because I ordered a crutch for my uncle, and my parents said they would deduct my New Year's money, and I'm still waiting to make up for it.

Woolen cloth……"

"Then you go and tell them, just say what Second Mistress said, no deductions are allowed! Second Mistress will also reward you, how much will the manuscript fee be, and Second Mistress will reward you the same amount!"

"Oh, is that so? That's great! Thank you, second mistress! You are such a good second mistress!" Zhou Zhi was very 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 the phone to your dad. You go upstairs and call your mom. Is your grandma here? Let her hear the good news, and there is something going on in the organization here..."

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

Mom, come down."

"Go." Dad came into the room and pulled a chair next to the phone. He helped grandma sit down and shouted to the phone: "Second sister, you're doing pretty well, huh?"

…

…

When she heard that the second mistress had called, her mother went straight downstairs. When Zhou Zhi collected the lettuce leaves and walked down to the fourth floor with a dustpan, she saw Guan Tingting practicing her voice on the balcony.

The little girl sang loudly, and when she saw Zhou Zhi, she rolled her eyes and made gestures, which meant that her mother couldn't stop and talk to him another day.

Zhou Zhi also smiled and gestured to her, and listened to her for a while with a dustpan in his hand. He gestured again to express that he sang well and deserved praise. He went downstairs to play, and then returned home.

When I got home, the dishes had been put on the table. Although my father acted calmly, his act of taking the initiative to serve Zhou Zhi a meal betrayed his fragile heart: "I heard from my second wife that you have contributed to "Bashu Magazine"?"

"Um."

"Where is the original manuscript? Show it to me later."

"What manuscript?"

"You didn't re-copy the manuscript before submitting it? The one you sent was the second copy, so you have to keep the original manuscript on hand?"

"Is there such a thing? I didn't make any changes at first, so I sent it directly?"

This is Zhou Zhi's habit of writing online articles in his previous life. The readers are all equal to you, and they will always shout to send you razor blades when urged, but they don't dare to expect the blessings of a donkey in the production team.

I always write and post without saving the manuscript. I usually look back at my book friends for reminders and correct typos.

It turns out that you still need to keep the original manuscript if you write it by hand?!

"You!" Dad was stunned for a moment, and suddenly became angry: "Why are you waiting for me to serve you rice? Scoop it yourself!"

"I didn't dare to ask you to scoop it for me. It was you who kept holding the rice spoon..." Zhou Zhi muttered secretly.

"From the tone of your second wife, the editorial department is preparing to publish you, but you..."

"You can't be proud, right? Second Mistress has educated me."

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

"Why?"

"Otherwise someone robbed me on the road and said it was written by him, but you have no evidence!"

"It doesn't matter, let's get rid of it. It's just a small thing of 20,000 to 30,000 words anyway."

"..."

The two books in the past life add up to seven to eight million words. If you say that the water is out, the water will come out? Therefore, Zhou Zhi really didn't feel at ease reading these two little things.

A question came to mind: "By the way, Dad, why do I think you are familiar with these?"

"Don't open the pot and lift it!" Mom was serving soup to grandma, while glaring at Zhou Zhi, decisively taking action to protect dad's dignity: "I think you are just proud! I didn't know your dad also likes to write?"

Dad looked at mom, his eyes full of sadness.

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

"I just listened half-heartedly." My mother happily added to my father's soup, not knowing that she had just touched his heart: "I will call your godfather later and ask what the "Bashu Literature" is about.

No matter what level, I have never heard of it seriously."

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

There is something spiritual about literature. Brother Lingjun collects and compiles extensive knowledge and memorization, and compiles county annals. He is a good hand at it, but he has never been in the provincial journal!

Well, I can't be the only one who gets hurt. I have to let my brother experience the blows and injuries from the younger generation to the elders!

Gan'er, that's right too!

Zhou Zhi also couldn't understand the secret wars in the minds of his elders. He only cared about one question: "Dad, the first article is almost three thousand words. How much royalties can the provincial journal give me?"

"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 said that the essay will definitely be published, but the novel... there are still some parts that need to be confirmed."

"Really?" My mother's eyes began to flash with stars: "My son can also write novels?! What kind of things?"

"It's not what you imagined." Zhou Zhi picked up a pair of chopsticks and stir-fried eggs with leeks and extinguished his mother's fantasy: "It's similar to the short stories in "People's Literature" and "October"."

"Oh." My mother lost interest immediately: "Eating and eating, two or three thousand words are good, but if you are two to thirty thousand words, it's not necessarily good if you can't."

"I just heard the second sister mentioning the organization..." My mother took a bite of food and asked, "What's that about?"

"Isn't it your son's novel that caused the problem?"

My mother was shocked, and countless familiar scenes suddenly appeared in her mind: "Did Zhou Zhi get into trouble? How can the organization still interfere after writing a novel?"

"What are you thinking! How old have you been?" Dad said while picking up vegetables: "Second sister said that there was an old comrade in Qian Province who complained to the organization about his party qualifications because he had previously

It’s always been a single line, so there’s no confirmed result yet.”

"According to the old comrade, he joined the party when he was in the United Special Branch. Later, the team was separated, and his comrade on the line also died. After catching up with the army in northern Sichuan, he took the oath again."

"This old comrade believes that his party membership should be calculated from 29 years, not 38 years. There is a difference of nine years!"

"Then why is it related to Zhou Zhi's novel again?" Mom was surprised.

"Because my novel is about what happened at that time." Zhou Zhi answered while working hard to cook.

It’s finally time to eat…

Only then did the mother realize that the baby was making crazy things, and quickly took Zhou Zhi's bowl away: "You can't eat too much yet. Please tell me, what's going on?"

"Why don't you let your sweet grandson eat?" Grandma was unhappy when she saw her mother taking Zhou Zhi's bowl away.

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