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Chapter 6 Gong Xi in the South and Zhu Lin in the North (asking for monthly tickets!)
Wei Ming wanted to submit an article, which was indeed a development that Lu Xiaoyan did not expect.

When I was chatting with my husband yesterday, I learned about Wei Ming's college entrance examination score of 211. I just thought that this child had no academic talent.

Do you have a talent for writing?
Lv Xiaoyan still took it, but she said in advance: "Although we are relatives, our magazine has its own review standards and procedures. Even if mine passes, it will be useless if the editor-in-chief does not."

"I understand. Three reviews and three proofreadings."

Lu Xiaoyan was a little surprised that the child knew quite a lot.

"What genre do you write? Poetry or fiction."

"It's a fairy tale, about 5000 words."

Lu Xiaoyan was even more surprised. A high school student, who had difficulty writing an 800-word composition, actually wrote a 5000-word fairy tale?

Wait! He found out yesterday that he was an editor at Children's Literature, and today he published a fairy tale? Could it be...

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

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

It’s really written now!
And 5,000 words in one night, this is too incredible! Is this worth reading?

Lu Xiaoyan really wanted to say: Are you trying to make fun of me?
However, seeing Wei Ming's sincere eyes, Lu Xiaoyan still put the envelope into her bag in front of him.

After returning to the editorial office, Lu Xiaoyan opened the envelope and read it immediately.

The title is "Toothless Tiger".

After reading just the beginning, Lu Xiaoyan put away her contempt and a look of surprise appeared on her face. This Xiao Ming is really something!
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In the waiting hall of Yanjing Railway Station, Wei Ming and Wei Jiefang were saying their final farewell.

"Don't work too hard. I'm not worried about you. It's just that my mother is too practical."

Wei Jiefang's face turned red: "You mean I'm not doing my job well?"

He is indeed a bit lazy, but relying on the fact that he can treat livestock, Wei Jiefang feels justified in his laziness and no one can say anything about it.

But after the household contract responsibility system was implemented, Lao Wei started to work hard. He not only did his own farm work, but also worked in the county lime factory, which damaged his lungs early on.

Wei Ming added: "And Xiaohong, don't let her work anymore. Those work points are worth nothing. If she gets into college, she will have everything. She is more suitable for college than me."

In her previous life, despite the most difficult circumstances, my sister Wei Hong was admitted to Beijing Normal University and was the top scorer in the county at that time.

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

His hands were kept in his pockets the whole time, and his son's rapid-fire instructions prevented him from taking them out.

Wei Ming continued, "I will write to you. Ask Xiaohong to write to me when she is free. If possible, please mail me a can of hot sauce made by my mother."

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

Wei Jiefang said "Oh", stuffed the things in his hand into Wei Ming's pocket, and squeezed out two words while holding the bag: "Let's go!"

Wei Ming touched them and found two large wrinkled banknotes. These were probably the few savings of the family.

He wanted to go back, but Wei Jiefang didn't give him the chance. He quickly disappeared in the crowd, like raindrops falling into a lake. It was impossible to tell which hunched Chinese father's back was his, Old Wei.

~
After getting on the train, Wei Jiefang and a group of passengers without seats squatted in the area connecting two carriages.

He hugged his bag tightly. The most important thing in it was the fried duck racks reserved for his wife and daughter. He could smell the aroma through the bag.

I'm afraid it will be cold by the time I get home, and I wonder if the fragrance will dissipate. Humph, it's a bargain for the people around me.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath, as if if he inhaled a little more, he could let others take less advantage of him.

On the other side, Wei Ping'an took Wei Ming and their two children back to Peking University by bus to check out and start work. The training will start tomorrow and they will be able to officially start work in a few days.

Today is September 1st, which is just the right time for me to get my full month’s salary.

When I returned to Beizhao to check out, someone was checking in.

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

The words were spoken very softly, but Wei Ming heard them, and Wei Ping'an heard them too, and his face turned red and blue.

Thinking about what he said yesterday, he felt like he was slapped in the face and slapped himself in the face.

Not only can you choose any major, you can also choose any university. Who do you think you are?

So he went up to the middle-aged man and asked, "Comrade, which department are you from? I have never seen you before."

The other party didn't want to talk, so Manager Wang quickly pulled Wei Ping'an aside and whispered a few words to him. Wei Ping'an then realized what was going on and left with Wei Ming and Xile without saying a word.

After leaving the guesthouse, he explained, "They are comrades from the United Front. It may involve confidentiality regulations. The young man is probably from overseas. Judging from the way he stands, he seems to be a military man."

Overseas? And served in the military?

A name suddenly popped up in Wei Ming's mind. If that person was a little fatter, wore glasses, and held a basketball in his arms, he would swim and swim~
Wow, it’s really worthy of being Peking University, full of talented people!

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Next, Uncle Ping An took Wei Ming to the Security Department to complete the employment procedures and received his work permit and labor insurance. From then on, he had a job, although he was only a temporary worker.

The salary was 18.5 yuan per month, and the food quota was 36 kilograms.

The monthly salary is less than a college student’s scholarship, and the food quota is basically the same as that of college students, with rice, noodles, and coarse grains separately subdivided.

The food quota does not mean “guaranteed food”, it just means that you can eat a maximum of this amount of food each month, and you still have to buy it with money when you get food.

A salary of 18 yuan is just enough for food, and I have to be careful when eating even the pot-fried tofu. Fortunately, the school provides free dormitories, so the biggest expense is filling my stomach.

Wei Ping'an was also about to retire. He told Wei Ming: "I'm working in room 404 upstairs. If you need anything, you can come to my office or my home. I won't give you any money, but I have some extra national food coupons here. You can keep them for yourself or exchange them with your colleagues for something you can use."

"Thank you, uncle!"

Wei Pingan gave a final instruction: "I can accept your calling me uncle today, but what should you call me when you see me at school tomorrow?"

Wei Ming thought for a moment and asked, "Director Wei?"

Wei Pingan laughed and patted Wei Ming on the shoulder: "You are so insightful, kid!"

After Wei Ping'an left, Wei Ming filled out two more forms and waited for a few minutes before Captain Qiao of the school guard came to take him away.

"Wei Ming, right? Come on, follow me."

The captain looked to be around 30 years old, with a square face. Wei Ming knew where he was from as soon as he heard him. This man was only slightly shorter than himself, about 1.8 meters tall, but much stronger. He looked so imposing that he could lift Wei Ming up with one hand. What a big Shandong man.

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

“Oh, I recognized you.” Captain Qiao said with a smile, “Just call me Brother Feng.”

Wei Ming was stunned: "Which feng?"

"How about the red maple leaves in Xiangshan? They are artistic, right?"

Well, to be honest, it's quite erotic, but it feels much better with this surname, Qiao Feng!
"Brother Feng, have you heard of North Qiao Feng and South Murong?"

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

Qiao Feng had never heard of "The Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils", but his girlfriend happened to be called Mu Rong, with her surname Mu and given name Rong.

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

"Qiao Feng in the north and Murong in the south ~ Haha, interesting, tell me who studied this." Brother Feng was laughing to himself, as if he was thinking of something sweet.

In fact, there are many similar north-south titles, such as Nan Mao Bei Ma, Nan Di Bei Gai.

Of course there are Gong Xing in the south and Zhu Lin in the north...

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