Chapter 28 Touch
Mother Lin opened her mouth and turned away.
"battalion commander!"
Li Hongjun drove over from a distance and saluted the two men in a very tactless manner.
"Ahem." Chu Mingzhou coughed lightly, immediately withdrew his hand, and put it behind his back in a serious manner, "Let's go."
"Yes, Captain."
Li Hongjun then realized that he seemed to have ruined the battalion commander's good deeds and scratched his head.
Lin Anan's face turned red all the way to her ears due to this sudden scene, and her heart was beating like a little rabbit.
Mother Lin chuckled and said, "Hey, don't just stand there, get in the car quickly."
The car started slowly and drove towards the military compound.
Chu Mingzhou looked out the window, seemingly admiring the scenery, but the soft and cold touch of his fingertips just now still lingered in his mind, making his thoughts confused.
After sending Lin Anan and her mother home, Chu Mingzhou went straight to the army.
The matter of the atomizer is urgent, I have to apply as soon as possible, it’s almost the end of the year and I’m afraid of delays.
Lin Anan sat in the main hall with her chin in her hand, thinking about money.
Including the usage fee of the atomizer, the minimum cost per month is more than one hundred, and more than one thousand per year.
Doing business is not allowed at this time. If a private person does business, it is considered speculation and the person will go to jail.
Let her work. She has academic qualifications, so she can be assigned a good job even if it is assigned by the government.
But her physical condition did not allow her to go to work...
Besides, what kind of job can pay a hundred yuan a month?
"An An, Mom is taking Xiao Lan to buy groceries."
"Okay, be safe."
"I've stewed some rock sugar and snow pears for you in the pot. Drink it yourself later!"
"OK."
Lin Anan sat for a while and thought about the books written by the original owner.
He ran to the room and took out a large stack of manuscripts from the cabinet.
Lin Anan sat in front of the table on the kang, flipping through the books carefully, and gently smoothing the carton with her fingertips.
She found that the original owner wrote very well, the story was cleverly conceived, and the plot was fascinating. If she could organize these manuscripts and submit them to a publishing house, it would be a good choice.
Lin Anan looked at them and roughly classified them according to different types and styles.
She worked for a while, sorting the stories into categories.
There is literature about educated youth, which describes the life of educated youth after they went to the countryside and shows their pursuits and dreams during that special period. It is relatively realistic and down-to-earth.
There are history and social change categories, which are works centered around contemporary social changes and major historical events. They reflect the changes of the times through individuals or groups, allowing readers to feel the pulse of history and indirectly show the development and changes of Chinese society.
The writing is strong enough to express a rare sense of emotion!
There are also growth and inspirational films, which tell the story of a couple's struggle and reflect the struggle of ordinary people in the tide after the great changes in the 1970s. They also have a strong romantic color and directly tell the love of revolutionary friendship.
The description is very bold, and for those who know this, it is definitely hardcore!
No wonder Jiang Tong became famous overnight with these manuscripts and became a well-known writer in China.
Lin Anan pondered for a moment, then stood up and went to find paper and pen.
"I have to find some time to buy some paper and pen. This is too bad..."
I searched the whole house and found a small piece of pencil, but the tip of it was blunt.
She picked up one of the stories and thought as she read it, wondering where it needed to be revised and polished to make the story more perfect and more in line with the tastes of current readers and the requirements of the publishing house.
Jiang Tong can reach the level of a famous author with his manuscripts.
After being revised by Lin Anan, a top student of the 21st century... the achievement of this article is hard to estimate.
She took the broken pen and scribbled, changing some places that could be improved, such as the lack of smooth connection between some plots, or the psychological description of the characters could be more delicate, etc.
Although the conditions were limited, she had a clear mind.
While I was thinking intently, Lin's mother and Chu Minglan came back from buying groceries.
Seeing Lin Anan sitting on the table writing, Mother Lin said nothing, closed the door gently, and went to cook.
This book is written entirely by hand, which is inconvenient and laborious.
Not only do I not have good paper and pen, I don’t even have a decent desk…
"An An has eaten."
“Here I come.”
Lin Anan put down her pen, stood up and stretched her stiff body.
Several plates of steaming food had already been placed on the table, and Chu Mingzhou had also returned.
"Sister-in-law, come and sit down."
Chu Minglan made a bowl of soup for Lin Anan, and her eyes brightened again as she looked at her.
Needless to say, it must have been her who did it again.
"Thank you, Xiaolan. This soup is really great."
Chu Minglan pursed her lips and smiled, her little face almost turning red and purple.
"Sister Lihua has already arranged the atomizer. If nothing goes wrong, you can use it every Wednesday."
When Lin Anan heard this, a look of surprise immediately appeared on her face, "Really? That's great."
Mother Lin also smiled, praising someone without any sense of incongruity, "Lihua is such a good person, warm-hearted, and she handled this matter just in time."
"Well, if you need any help later, just tell her."
Lin Anan's heart was filled with gratitude.
Thinking about the issue of book publishing, Lin Anan asked Chu Mingzhou again, "Is there a Xinhua News Agency in the Northwest?"
"Um?"
Lin Anan suddenly asked about Xinhua News Agency, and even Chu Mingzhou paused, "Yes, there is. The predecessor of Northwest Xinhua News Agency was the General Branch of the First Field Army, and it is very experienced."
"Is it far from here?"
"It's not far, about 20 minutes by bus, what's the matter?"
"Nothing, just asking. Also...is there a Xinhua Bookstore here? Or a better bookstore, I want to buy some books."
Publishing a book is no small matter, and Lin Anan might not dare to say anything before receiving the letter, so she decided to ask around first, thinking that she would go and check the situation after finishing the manuscripts.
Chu Mingzhou nodded. "Yes, there is a Xinhua Bookstore. It just opened a while ago. I can take you there on Saturday."
After confirming that Xinhua Bookstore also had it, Lin Anan was happy and nodded with a smile, "Okay, Saturday? Then the day after tomorrow, no problem."
Mother Lin calculated the time in her mind, "There are still 19 days until the Chinese New Year. Mom has to go back, otherwise I won't be able to celebrate the New Year. I have to go back to the village to kill pigs, make rice cakes, and rice cakes..."
She was counting on her fingers. The more she counted, the more things became, and the more anxious she became.
There's no way around it, that's just how people in the countryside are. The New Year is the biggest festival and we can't be careless at all.
It’s hard enough that my son and daughter are not around this year, but I still have to make preparations this year.
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