She was used to using electronic devices before she traveled through time, so when she suddenly picked up a pen, she forgot some words.
Fortunately, after more than half a year of preparing for the college entrance examination last year, she had already gotten through that embarrassing period.
Now when she looks at the English words and sentences in the newspaper, she writes fluently with the pen in her hand without stuttering.
However, the translation manuscript requires accuracy, especially since Director Ma mentioned it specifically, Lu Miao did not dare to take it lightly.
Tang Mei helped take care of the child, and no one disturbed him. Lu Miao was busy under the small desk lamp in the study, and he became more and more focused without realizing it.
I didn't even notice that it had gotten completely dark outside the window.
Tang Mei called her downstairs several times for dinner, but she didn't hear it.
As soon as Fu Jingyou entered the yard, he heard Tang Mei shouting.
"Dad and auntie, let's eat first. Miaomiao might have fallen asleep. I'll go up and check."
Fu Jingyou washed his hands and carried Xiao Mingxia upstairs.
He went straight to the room, and it was dark inside.
He turned on the desk lamp, but when he couldn't find the person, he opened the door of the study.
Sure enough, my daughter-in-law was sitting under the lamp, concentrating on writing something.
"Mom~"
Xiao Mingxia spoke softly.
Lu Miao looked up and realized that his neck and back were very sore.
"Why are you back so early today?"
I glanced at my watch and realized it wasn't too early.
It's already past seven in the evening.
“Time flies.”
Lu Miao put the cap on the pen.
Fu Jingyou walked up to her.
He held the child in one hand, freeing his other hand to rub the back of her neck. "What are you busy with?"
Fu Jingyou tilted his head slightly and took a look.
He recognized the newspaper, but he didn't recognize the English words in the newspaper that were winding like earthworms, and they didn't look like pinyin.
Lu Miao took his daughter in his arms and kissed her twice, then flipped through the pages of manuscript she had translated and said,
"Look, these few pages are almost worth nine dollars!"
The green grid paper has a grid size of 25x20, with 500 words on each side, and six pages have exactly 3,000 words.
Based on three yuan per thousand words, that’s nine yuan.
She has been working on this since she came back at around three o'clock, and it has been almost four hours.
Compared with the translation speed of serious documents, it is still relatively efficient.
I have just taken over this and after some adaptation, the speed should be able to be improved further in the future.
She talked about her experience of buying books today and how long it took to translate this part of the manuscript. Her face was full of joy, which was engraved in Fu Jingyou's heart.
Four hours and nine dollars, considering the time cost, it is undoubtedly a profit.
But while making so much money, it is undoubtedly hard work behind the scenes.
It's just that laymen can't tell the difference.
Fu Jingyou stroked her black hair and his expression softened.
"If you like, just do it in your free time. Don't work too hard."
"I know~ Can I still tire myself out?"
Lu Miao curved the corners of his lips, grabbed his hand, and bit the side of his hand gently as if to play a trick on him. His eyes were particularly clear under the desk lamp.
"Isn't the situation special now? I just want to try my best to help you share the burden so that we can move into our little home as soon as possible."
"Um."
Fu Jingyou nodded slightly, his heart warmed by the word "small home".
"Go downstairs to eat."
"Um."
Lu Miao carried the child and went downstairs with him.
"How are you today? Any news?"
"I've been to the production team and the brigade several times today. I've got the brigade's seal and documents. Tomorrow I'll go over there to remeasure the land and draw the clear boundaries."
Fu Jingyou thought about it and said:
"You can bring the money and get the land deed around the day after tomorrow."
In the future, when buying a house, you will have a property certificate, but now the real estate in the old alleys will have an old-style title deed.
Lu Miao nodded after hearing this and mentioned it at the dinner table:
"I think we'll have to pay for the land we bought the day after tomorrow. Dad can find some free time by then so you can go with Brother You. It's a big sum, so don't get into any danger."
Losing money is a small matter, but don’t meet a cruel person who might take your life.
Lu Yuanzheng nodded, indicating that he knew about this matter.
This was the first time my daughter called me "Dad" since she came home. I couldn't let her down no matter what.
Tang Mei returned with small bowls of soup for the two children.
"I called you to eat just now, but you didn't respond at all. What were you doing upstairs? I haven't seen you since I came back this afternoon."
Lu Miao chuckled and briefly explained the matter of the translation office.
After hearing this, Lu Yuanzheng looked at her a few times but did not express a clear opinion.
Tang Mei was delighted. "I told you our little treasure is promising. Look, he earned nine dollars in just one afternoon!"
Lu Miao waved his hand, afraid that saying too much would arouse suspicion, and quickly added:
"I'm just trying it out, but I'm not sure... After I submit the manuscript, it still needs to be reviewed, and they may not be interested in it."
"It doesn't matter if we don't like each other. You are still young."
Tang Mei smiled encouragingly:
"There will be plenty of opportunities in the future, so just treat it as a learning experience."
Lu Miao nodded.
Tang Mei said cheerfully, then solemnly instructed:
"Don't worry too much. You went through a lot of hardship giving birth to your child, and you're not sure if your body is strong enough now. You should still pay more attention to it."
"Yeah, yeah, got it."
Mingyi and Mingxia have recovered and are still sleeping downstairs with their grandma today.
Perhaps because he had just started working as a translator, Lu Miao felt a burning desire in his heart and was always thinking about the newspaper he brought back.
After finishing her meal and washing up, she went upstairs to continue tinkering.
There was no stove in the den, so she turned off the light and took the things into the room.
She muttered each sentence on the newspaper with her index finger, and wrote the translated Chinese meaning on the manuscript paper with the other hand.
Fu Jingyou then went upstairs.
She was busy under the lamp, and Fu Jingyou took a book and sat beside her, watching.
Finally, seeing that it was getting late, Fu Jingyou reminded her to go to bed.
She said "hmm" coquettishly:
"Wait a moment, wait a moment, it's almost over, the last five lines!"
It was ten o'clock before it was finally finished.
Lu Miao put the pen cap back on and stretched lazily with satisfaction.
She quickly tidied up the table, folded the newspaper, placed it on the manuscript paper and pressed it with a book. Lu Miao stretched out her arms and asked Fu Jingyou to carry her to sleep.
"Today is an exception. This is my first time taking on a job. I need to send these manuscripts for review before I know if they're acceptable."
She curved her lips and kissed his chin twice.
"If it passes, I will take my time with similar manuscripts in the future."
Fu Jingyou hummed softly, and his brows, which were slightly furrowed into a "川" shape, gradually relaxed.
The next day, Fu Jingyou went out to look for houses.
Lu Miao gave the previous day's manuscript a final check.
After making sure everything was alright, she found a cardboard file bag in the middle drawer of the study cabinet.
He put the newspaper and the translated manuscript in the bag, took them downstairs and went out.
Lu Miao went straight to the Guoguang Translation House on Chongwenwai Street.
Director Ma is here today too.
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