Chapter 56 Uncle, You Are Biased! (Additional Chapters for V Members, Please Support Me More)

Chapter 56 Uncle, you are biased! (Add more content after joining V, please support~)

When she went to cut grass for pigs in the afternoon, Yun Qinghuan met Wang Shufeng again. This time, she looked very unhappy when she saw them. Obviously, she didn't like them. But maybe because she was found out for stealing grass for pigs in the morning, she felt guilty and didn't say anything weird. She just hid away from them.

Yun Qinghuan was relieved.

She really didn't like to deal with people like Wang Shufeng. Now Wang Shufeng is self-aware.

For several days in a row, whenever Yun Qinghuan went to cut grass for pigs, Bai Naihan and Bai Jinan would definitely go with her.

At first, Yun Qinghuan felt tired and a little uncomfortable with cutting grass for pigs, but after cutting for a few days, with Bai Naihan as a big helper, she gradually got used to it and felt that her life was good and fulfilling now.

She only had to go to cut grass at noon every time, and stayed at home in the afternoon, reading books and doing homework, and writing manuscripts by the way.

I also taught the little guy Bai Jinan to recognize a lot of words.

At a certain magazine, a female editor rubbed her brows, feeling a little tired of reading manuscripts, and many of these manuscripts were the same and lacked originality.

Many people think that submitting manuscripts is easy, and that if others can make money by writing, then they can certainly do it too.

In fact, it is not that simple.

There was a slightly younger female comrade next to the female editor. Seeing that she was reading so seriously, she said directly, "Sister, haven't we already decided on the manuscript for the next issue? Although the contributor submitted it through connections, and the writing is not very good, it is not too bad. We don't need to read it so hard, right? Isn't this offending the leader?"

The female editor's eyes dimmed when she heard it, and she said stubbornly, "If the newspaper keeps doing this, how can the sales be increased? I will see if there are any good manuscripts.

The quality of those manuscripts submitted through connections is really unbearable.

The female comrade curled her lips and said nothing when she heard it.

Suddenly, the female editor moved, and her eyes were directly attracted by a story. She was stunned when she read it, but when she was reading the part that was worrying, the story suddenly stopped.

The female comrade sitting on the chair called her several times, but she didn't respond. She also stood behind her curiously and read with her. The two of them were fascinated for a while.

At the end, the female comrade exclaimed, "Who wrote this manuscript? Why is it so good? I haven't been so fascinated by a story in a long time. What happened next? Did Lin Zhixia choose to get married and have children or continue to work in the countryside? "

It was really heart-wrenching.

The female editor reacted and hurried to check the information of the contributor. She found that it was an unfamiliar pen name, "Yun Dan Feng Qing? I don't know."

She turned around and asked the female comrade, "Do you have any impression?"

The female comrade shook her head, "No impression, this must be a novice."

The female editor immediately decided, "Whether it is a novice or not, this manuscript is well written. I will ask the editor-in-chief if he can accept this article."

Some people couldn't wait to take the manuscript to the office.

The female comrade shook her head at the back, "It's terrible."

What if it's good? Isn't it still better than connections?

Sure enough, the female editor came out with a drooping face soon. Obviously, she didn't accept it. She bit her lip and sighed in disappointment, "Such a newspaper will be eliminated sooner or later. "

At the same time, there were exclamations in another well-known newspaper, and everyone was discussing it.

"Will Lin Zhixia go to the countryside? Quick, contact the author Yun Danfengqing and tell her that we have accepted this article and will give her the highest treatment!"

"I have a feeling that this article will be popular!"

The editor-in-chief's neck was red with joy.

...

It was almost noon, and Yun Qinghuan and Bai Naihan had almost finished cutting the pig grass. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, "Naihan, let's go back."

"Okay."

The man carried a full basket of grass and turned his wheelchair to leave.

At this moment, An An, who had finished cutting the grass not far away and was squatting on the ground playing with mud, shouted, "Mom, acacia flowers! "

His voice was trembling with joy!

Yun Qinghuan looked in the direction he was pointing, and sure enough, she saw a tree not too high covered with acacia flowers. They should be newly opened flowers, and they looked very tender.

It had just rained a few days ago, and it was probably to make the acacia flowers bloom.

Seeing the bunches of white acacia flowers, long-lost memories suddenly appeared.

She remembered that the last time she ate acacia flowers was when she was very, very young. The director of the orphanage took the children to pick acacia flowers in the yard, but there were not many acacia flowers on a tree. After they were cooked, everyone was given a small half bowl, but it was delicious enough to make her miss it until now.

It was a pity that the orphanage was demolished and moved to a new place, and the acacia tree was cut down, so she never ate it again.

"Do you want to eat it? "The man's low and pleasant voice sounded, and Yun Qinghuan came back to his senses.

Bai Naihan was looking at her with a focused gaze.

She was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "I want to eat it. I haven't eaten it for a long time. Although this tree is not very high, you have to climb up to pick it. I'm afraid it's not easy to reach."

"It's okay, I have a way." He put down the basket, turned the wheelchair and found a long wooden stick from the side.

He looked around and found a willow branch that was particularly durable, and then tied the grass-cutting sickle to the stick in a few seconds, swung his arm and tried it, and the grass on the ground not far away was directly cut by him.

Then, he looked at Yun Qinghuan and handed her the tied stick, "You try it. "

The corners of the man's lips were raised in a smile. Looking over like this, against the light, Yun Qinghuan felt that his eyes were also filled with light, otherwise why would they be so dazzling?

She raised her hand to block the sunlight in front of her forehead. She felt that the straw hat was not very effective. She paused for a moment before walking over, taking the simple tool he made, and said in surprise, "So it can still be like this?"

An An over there has already run over, excitedly looking at the long stick and sickle made by Bai Naihan, a little ready to move, "Mom, can I try it?"

Yun Qinghuan refused, "No, it's too dangerous."

The little guy looked at his uncle eagerly and handed him the little sickle, "Uncle, can you make one for me?"

The man subconsciously looked at Yun Qinghuan.

Seeing her disapproval look, he shook his head directly at An An, "Listen to your mother, this is not suitable for you. It is a bit dangerous. You can pick up the acacia flowers under the tree later."

The little guy was not convinced, "Uncle, you are partial!"

The man touched his nose and said nothing, but the smile on his lips rose.

Yun Qinghuan coughed lightly next to him and rubbed the little guy's hair, "I've been talking nonsense all day long. Hurry up, let's get some more acacia flowers for lunch."

The little guy was very energetic, moving his mouth and staring at the acacia flowers on the tree with great greed.

Yun Qinghuan looked at it and smiled.

He walked to the acacia tree and stood on tiptoe to cut the acacia flowers with a stick tied with a sickle.

It's just that the stick may be too short, and she still has difficulty cutting it. After working hard for a long time, she only managed to cut off a few strings, and she suddenly felt discouraged.