Send New Year's goods

But...how to make money?

Jiang Zhizhi was looking through the information on the Internet, thinking constantly.

Suddenly, she saw a message about collecting manuscripts.

The collection of novels, essays, poems, reviews, etc. is actually 100-300 per thousand words.

Her eyes lit up.

300 for 1,000 words, so if it’s 10,000 words, wouldn’t that be 3,000?

When she died in her previous life, online literature was flourishing and various websites emerged one after another.

Jiang Zhizhi was too busy at the time and didn't read many online novels, but she also knew that some novel authors could earn hundreds of thousands of yuan a month.

Of course, she didn't have the talent to write any outstanding works, but she could use this as an excuse to transfer the money in the system account to Cheng Yuping's bank card in the form of royalties.

And there will be no need to find other excuses in the future.

"Call for literary submissions? What are you looking at here?" Lu Xiye had just taken a shower and came over curiously with a towel on his wet head.

"Nothing, just taking a look." Jiang Zhizhi closed the webpage and stood up. "I'm done. My mom made some glutinous rice balls. Do you want to go downstairs?"

"Eat...A-choo!"

Before he could finish his words, Lu Xiye sneezed loudly because of the cold.

Jiang Zhizhi looked at him helplessly, "You should blow dry your hair first."

"This community is too cold and the heating is not warm at all. In the previous community, I couldn't even walk barefoot in the house without feeling cold." Lu Xiye said with disgust.

"If you feel cold, you can stay over there and come back when the weather warms up."

"Forget it, that's too much trouble."

Lu Xiye picked up the hair dryer and was about to blow dry his hair when he suddenly heard a noisy sound coming from downstairs.

He stretched his head outside to see what was happening, but saw Lu Hengshan's secretary Yin Huai directing a small truck to stop.

"Oh my god, they're so dedicated! They don't even take a break on the second day of the Lunar New Year!"

In his heart, he cursed Yin Huai as a black-hearted boss.

Needless to say, it must have been Lu Hengshan who asked Yin Huai to come here.

Lu Xiye couldn't help but sneer. Was it because he felt guilty for leaving him here alone that he sent something over?

That person has always been like this, only using material things to fool him.

But Yin Huai did not go to the fourth floor where Lu Xiye was, but knocked on the door of Jiang Zhizhi's house on the first floor.

Cheng Yuping was reading a book in the living room. When she heard a knock on the door, she thought it was Jiang Zhizhi coming back. When she opened the door, she saw a strange man.

No, not unfamiliar. She had met this man once before. When she first met Lu Xiye at the police station, this man was by his side.

"Are you here to look for Xiaoye? He lives on the fourth floor." Cheng Yuping kindly reminded him.

"Sister Cheng, I'm here to see you. Our President Lu told me that he couldn't bring Xiaoye home for the New Year this year. Xiaoye is sorry to bother you here. He asked me to bring you some New Year's goods." As Yin Huai said this, he asked the workers behind him to move in large and small boxes of things, a total of thirty or forty boxes.

Cheng Yuping had seen this kind of scene in the countryside. This was only done when a family gave a betrothal gift to a wife. How could they give so much New Year's gifts?

"No, how can I accept this? Xiaoye just ate a meal at my place, and it didn't cost much. Tell his father to move these things back. I can't accept them."

"Sister Cheng, most of these are Xiaoye's favorites. Please leave them for him. Mr. Lu specifically asked me to buy them for him."

After Yin Huai said this, Cheng Yuping didn't know how to refuse.

After all, she couldn't refuse Lu Xiye's biological father from sending food to Lu Xiye, right?

But if it was a gift for Lu Xiye, it should have been moved to the fourth floor. Why was it left here with her?

Seeing the workers bringing in boxes one by one, Cheng Yuping sighed and looked at Yin Huai, "You guys came so early, you haven't eaten yet, right? I'll make you some glutinous rice balls."

Yin Huai didn't hesitate and said with a smile, "They have all eaten. Just give me a bowl. I came here hungry early in the morning."

Cheng Yuping nodded and went into the kitchen to make dumplings. The workers brought the boxes in and left, while Yin Huai tidied up the house to make room for them.

He looked around the small house with three bedrooms and a living room. The doors of the two bedrooms were closed, but the door of the study behind the living room was open. He walked in curiously.

He has followed Lu Hengshan for five years and has watched Lu Xiye grow up. This little troublemaker has never had a peaceful time.

But for some reason, Jiang Zhizhi restrained him.

He was really curious about what kind of person Jiang Zhizhi was.

There was a set of math problems on the desk. It looked like most of it had been completed, with only a few thin sheets left.

A brand new note, you can tell it was made just today.

Huh? A quadratic function?

This doesn't seem like a first-grade course, does it? Is she already self-studying the later middle school courses?

Yin Huai looked at the bookshelf beside him again.

"Feynman Lectures on Physics"?

"Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy"?

"Electromagnetic Field Theory"?

Strings of the Universe

Is this something a middle school girl should watch?

"Secretary Yin, why are you here?"

The door was not closed. As soon as Lu Xiye and Jiang Zhizhi arrived at the door, they saw Yin Huai in the study.

Yin Huai came back to his senses, "Xiao Ye, your father asked me to come over and deliver something."

"Hmph, I knew it." Lu Xiye was too lazy to pay attention to him and went to the living room to check the boxes that had been delivered. Seeing a box of Zhihua roasted legs, he picked up the fruit knife in the living room and started to open it.

Yin Huai took out the book "The Strings of the Universe" from the bookshelf, looked at Jiang Zhizhi, and couldn't help asking, "Zhizhi, do you usually read these books?"

Jiang Zhizhi nodded and said calmly: "I just borrowed it from the library."

"You are so young, can you understand it?"

“I can only understand a little bit.”

At the beginning, I could hardly understand anything and just skimmed through it. However, as I read more works of the same type and understood the technical terms, I gradually began to understand it.

Yin Huai couldn't help but praise, "You are really amazing. When I was your age, I didn't even know what elementary particles were."

Jiang Zhizhi didn't know how to respond. It was indeed strange for her to read these books at her age. Fortunately, Cheng Yuping didn't understand anything, so she didn't notice it. People like Yin Huai would feel something was wrong if they came over and saw it.

"It's just... my personal hobby." Jiang Zhizhi walked up to Yin Huai, silently took the book from his hand, and put it back on the bookshelf.

Yin Huai and Lu Xiye each ate a big bowl of glutinous rice balls. Yin Huai was full, but Lu Xiye was not. He ate four more roasted legs that he had just unpacked, like a starving ghost.

After breakfast, Yin Huai left. Before leaving, he gave two New Year red envelopes to Jiang Zhizhi and Lu Xiye.

Then, Cheng Yuping took Jiang Zhizhi and Lu Xiye to pack the boxes and prepare to move them upstairs.

While busy, Lu Xiye suddenly found a khaki envelope on the chair at the dining table.

"Hey? What is this?"

He picked it up and opened it. "Wow! So much money! Did Secretary Yin leave his New Year's money here?"

"Hurry, he shouldn't have gone far. Call him and ask him to come back." Cheng Yuping said hurriedly.

Lu Xiye leisurely took out his cell phone and was about to call Secretary Yin when he suddenly found an unread text message.

[Xiaoye, the five thousand yuan in the envelope is from your father to Zhizhi's mother. Please ask her to accept it. Don't be shy.]

Originally, Yin Huai wanted to give the money to Cheng Yuping in person, but when he saw that Cheng Yuping was unwilling to accept even the boxes, he secretly kept the money.

Regardless of whether Cheng Yuping accepted it or not, he kept the money and successfully completed the task.

When Cheng Yuping learned that the money was meant for her, she refused to accept it. "No, no, Xiaoye, quickly ask your dad to take the money back."

Lu Xiye just had a few meals at her place, and she charged him 5,000 yuan. If this gets out, how can she live her life?

"Auntie, you really don't want to accept it?"

"I won't take it."

Lu Xiye chuckled and said, "If you don't accept it, I will."

He put the five thousand yuan directly into his pocket.

Cheng Yuping looked at Lu Xiye in surprise. He was just a little kid, yet he dared to put five thousand yuan in his pocket...

But thinking about what Jiang Zhizhi had said before, that Lu Xiye usually had several thousand yuan in living expenses every month, she didn't say anything.

If it were any other child, she would have said something.

*

On the sixth day of the first lunar month, Jiang Zhizhi and Cheng Yuping went out early in the morning.

The weather was still cold, but it had cleared up.

Cheng Yuping drove an electric tricycle with Jiang Zhizhi to Wen Ze District in Nanshi City, and after taking a winding route, they arrived in front of a mansion.

The house looks like it has a long history, with the walls showing signs of age.

There is a plum tree planted in the yard, and its branches extend from the wall. It is winter, and the dry branches look a little bleak.

Although this is not the city center of Nanshi, it is also a very prosperous CBD area. To have a private residence in such a place, you can tell that the owner's identity is extraordinary without even looking.

Jiang Zhizhi had known Mr. Zong for nearly half a year when he was unwell one day. It was only when Jiang Zhizhi sent him home that she found out where he lived.

Before that, Jiang Zhizhi knew that Mr. Zong was not an ordinary university professor. After seeing his residence, she vaguely guessed his identity.

However, none of that matters. No matter who he is, to Jiang Zhizhi, he is an important benefactor and a teacher she respects.

Cheng Yuping didn't know much about the location. Before coming, she was a little worried that Zong Qinghai would live in a high-end residential area with strict security, and she would be nervous when she got there. But when she saw that it was a big mansion, she seemed a little relieved.

Well, it’s similar to a village in the city, except that the yard looks bigger and the surrounding environment is better.

She took a deep breath and knocked on the door of the mansion.

A moment later, a woman in her forties opened the door. Seeing Jiang Zhizhi, she smiled and said, "Hey, Zhizhi is here? Is this your mother?"

"Hello Aunt Lin, I'm here to wish our teacher a happy new year. Is he at home?" Jiang Zhizhi asked obediently.

She knew that Zong Qinghai's identity was not ordinary, and that many people would definitely come to see him during the New Year, so she waited until the sixth day of the first lunar month to come.

"He's here, but he's meeting a guest now. Shall I take you to the side hall to wait? Come in quickly." Lin Hongxia was the personal nanny specially arranged for Zong Qinghai. She knew Zong Qinghai's identity and how much Zong Qinghai liked this little girl recently, so she was very warm to Jiang Zhizhi.