Fatty is so exhausted these days!

In addition to the articles collected by Mr. Han, he also rushed to learn about the writing styles and works that the other four old men and women liked in previous years.

Then I found top students majoring in literature in Beijing online and asked them to work on their essays one by one.

After a week of working day and night, the fat man felt like he was about to die from overwork.

"Wife, rub it for me, I'm so tired!"

"You're the weird one. Why are you playing tricks on me? My parents say you're unstable, and I think they're right."

"I'm so busy every day that I can't sleep. Wait, I'll get you some medicine."

“Huff, huff, huff~~~.”

"Hey, wake up, take the sleeping pills before you go to sleep..."

"Wife~~~, I just fell asleep!"

"You yelled at me?"

......

January 31st.

The sky cleared up after the snow.

Shi Fengshou took a deep look at the Agricultural Reclamation Bureau compound behind him.

All the manuscripts for this essay contest have been sent to Jixi, and the judging panel is working day and night to evaluate them.

But according to the information Shi Fengshou had heard, judging from the manuscripts that had already been reviewed, their agricultural machinery station would at most be ranked tenth this time.

“That’s pretty good!”

The stationmaster smiled and patted Shi Fengshou on the shoulder.

"Tenth in the entire system, Xiaoshi, there's no need to be so depressed."

After saying his words of comfort, the stationmaster looked at his watch.

"The snow has stopped, and there's still half an hour until get off work ends. Submissions are also closed."

"The tenth place also gets a banner. Let's go have a good drink."

At dusk after the snow, the colors between the sky and the earth are very strange.

The earth is brighter than the sky, and everything is golden.

Qu Honghao rubbed his red eyes and shifted his gaze from the evening scenery outside the window back to the manuscripts in front of him.

He didn't sleep all night again.

Because today is the last day for submissions.

Although he couldn't influence the stubborn old men and women on the judging panel, they couldn't prevent him from getting the best essay submissions available.

"Things are looking pretty good now!"

Qu Honghao's face turned a little redder.

Among all the dozens of articles submitted so far that have been unanimously favored by several judges, there are seven submissions from Heiniushan Farm!

Two or three of them will probably make it into the top ten, or even the top five!

This was exactly what my family asked writers from several newspapers in Beijing to write...

If nothing unexpected happens, the winner of this essay contest will be their Heiniushan Farm.

Of course, if nothing unexpected happens, something unexpected will definitely happen.

A half-old pickup truck puffed into the compound of the Agricultural Reclamation Bureau, followed by four or five sleds.

A large group of young men and women in military coats jumped out of the car and rushed into the hall waving manuscripts in their hands.

Someone glanced at the clock in the hall and saw that there was exactly a quarter of an hour left before the deadline for submissions.

"Why did you submit your article so late? Which unit are you from?"

"We are all educated youth from the Hongqi Wetland Branch Farm!"

"Yo, I thought your farm really wasn't participating."

"Eh? Why isn't there an article by your Director Xiao Zhang?"

Unexpectedly, the group of female educated youth in front of him almost expressed contempt in unison.

"Our director said, they're just a bunch of chickens with clay ears, why use a butcher knife to kill them?"