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Chapter 145 Someone from the newspaper office

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    "May I?"

    Wang Weitang¡¯s eyes lit up. He felt that his eldest niece was too considerate of him. Knowing that he didn¡¯t have much paper and pens at home, he said that he would give him some. If he was really sleepy, someone would give him a pillow.

    "Yes, there's nothing wrong with it." Wang Sihan lied kindly, "I went to the scrap collection station a few days ago and found a lot of books and some new paper and pens, so I bought them all.  I¡¯m back. If you want to write a manuscript, it¡¯s just the right time to use it. It¡¯s not very good to make the best use of everything.¡±

    "Thank you! Da Ya! You are so kind to your fourth uncle." After all, she is only eighteen years old. When she heard that her eldest niece put herself in his shoes, she couldn't help but blush, "My fourth uncle used to be a bastard, but now my fourth uncle will be a bastard."  No, I must work hard and strive to make sure all roads lead to Rome."

    "Hehehe!" Wang Sihan also laughed and teased him, "Fourth uncle has literary talent, your article will definitely be adopted."

    Wang Weitang felt a little embarrassed to be praised by others, or by his eldest niece, and scratched the back of his head.

    "I hope so. Your suggestion is very good, and it gives me unprecedented hope. Maybe one day, I can make a career with my pen. Da Ya! By then, my fourth uncle will definitely thank you. Xiao Xiao  At my age, I see things clearly. You said that I am such an adult, why can't I think in the long term as a child like you?"

    Wang Si smiled but didn¡¯t answer, acting like an ¡°I don¡¯t know, don¡¯t ask me¡± kind of guy.

    I found a large stack of 300-word manuscript paper from the space and gave it to Wang Weitang, and also gave him a dozen ballpoint pens.

    She didn¡¯t have a pen that could absorb ink, so she had to give her a ballpoint pen. Fortunately, the manuscripts at this time were not as strict as later generations required, and they could only use black ink pens.

    It doesn¡¯t matter what color the pen is, as long as it can write.

    Holding a stack of paper and pen, Wang Weitang was filled with enthusiasm and immediately wrote a report overnight about the large watermelon grown in Wangjiacun.

    I wrote it once and copied it once. There was no envelope to put it in, so I made one myself. I wrote it as Anxi Newspaper Company. There was no address. I planned to go to the town to mail it out tomorrow morning.

    The next day, I heard that Wang Erming was going to town, so I asked him to send it and bought him stamps with 10 cents.

    "No, I'll buy the stamps for you later. Fourth Brother! Write a name for me!" Wang Erming smiled honestly, "Da Ya asked me to go to town to engrave a private seal. I don't even have my own name."  I can write. If you can write, do me a favor.¡±

    In the past, Wang Weitang would definitely ask his second brother to get some benefit for him before he helped, but now he realized the friendship between brothers and wrote him one without saying a word.

    If he wasn¡¯t his second brother, how could he send letters for him and buy stamps for him?  Who could be that stupid?

    ?That is, only people of our own will help each other.

    "Fourth! Thank you! I'm leaving. I'll send the letter to you as soon as possible."

    Taking the name that the fourth child wrote for himself, Wang Erming went out with a smile.  The private seal is carved and the formalities are completed tomorrow. He will be a worker in the mine.

    Looking at the back of his second brother, Wang Weitang suddenly felt that he was also having a hard time.  As my eldest niece said, the work in the mine is actually very hard and tiring, not as easy as working at home.

    ¡°If it had been him, he probably wouldn¡¯t have been able to do it, but his eldest niece understood him and pointed out a clear path for him.

    If you can really write something famous, maybe you can be selected by a newspaper in the future.

    As long as people have ideals and ambitions, they will shine no matter where they are placed.

    With a goal in life, Wang Weitang no longer feels like he has nothing to do and feels full of energy.

    A week later, a man with a camera hanging on his chest and riding a 80% new 28-bar came to Wangjiacun.

    The man is about 27, 83 or 30 years old. He wears glasses and looks like a gentle man. He is fundamentally different from the mud-legged men in the village.

    "Excuse me, is this Wangjia Village?" The man grabbed a random person and asked, "Did I go the wrong way?"

    "You are right, this is Wangjiacun."

    "Then please call Wang Weitang, please? I have something to do with him."

    Hou Chaxiang, who was walking in the distance, happened to hear it and rushed over. He stared at the visitor with a slightly unhappy look on his face: "What are you doing with my fourth child?"

    The voice has changed a bit. I am afraid that Wang Weitang will commit something again outside, and then it will be really over.

    "All the money in her hand was taken back by Chen Xiangu and Ba La, leaving only a few dozen yuan in her pocket. She didn't know what that stupid son was doing outside."What should I do if people come to my door to do something shameful?

    "What did he do?" Hou Chaxiang was trembling with fear. "He has been very good during this period. He has not done anything. He has been working at home and has not gone out. Comrade, are you making a mistake?"

    The visitor glanced at Hou Chaxiang and felt that there was something wrong with this man's brain and his way of thinking was strange, but he still said kindly: "It's a good thing that I'm looking for him, not a bad thing. Don't ask anything, just call him here."  .¡±

    Wang Sihan came over with Zhucao on his back, looked at the man, and greeted him politely: "Hello! Are you from the newspaper? Has Wang Weitang's manuscript been adopted?"

    I didn't want to strike up a conversation with a child at first, but when I saw that the child took the initiative to mention the manuscript, the man's eyes lit up and he shook his head: "It means it was not adopted. Our editor-in-chief sent me to verify the situation. The manuscript said that watermelons were grown in your village.  is this real?"

    Seeing that people came here for watermelon, Wang Sihan knew that the manuscript might be retained. After all, the word watermelon is still quite new.

    "It's true. The watermelon was grown by my grandfather." Wang Sihan put down the pigweed on his shoulder and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "The watermelon was eaten by the whole village, but the melon vines are still there."  , do you want to go to my house and have a look."

    Hearing that there was a melon vine, the man's eyes lit up again and he nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay! Little girl, take me to see it. It's the first time I've seen a watermelon vine in my life, so I have to take some photos.  Let everyone in the county see that someone in Wangjia Village, Anxi Town, actually grew a giant watermelon."

    Hearing that the man was going to the dead girl's house, Hou Chaxiang was a little anxious. He was obviously here to see her son, so why should he go to the house of the money-loser?  No, we can't let him go. No matter what, we have to wait for her fourth son to come back.

    The aggressive Hou Chaxiang shouted at Wang Sihan: "Damn girl! What kind of good person are you? Are you going to get involved in your fourth uncle's affairs? Go back to your own home, don't even think about coming to find your fourth uncle."  abducted by people.¡±

    After saying that, he turned to the man and said: "Wang Weitang is my son. If you want to find him, I will take you there. This money-loser's words cannot be trusted. Don't listen to her."

    The man looked at Hou Chaxiang, then at Wang Sihan, and felt that this old woman was really interesting. How could anyone call his granddaughter a dead girl and a loser?  The scolding was so fierce and unpleasant, in front of him, an outsider, how could Wang Weitang have such a mother?  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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