Dongdong written in the predecessor, she can't understand it at all, how can it be broken?

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Han Zihe, who was turning over the table there vigorously, suddenly had an urge to post on the Internet immediately, and on the title, it must be marked with "Urgent! Online Wait~~" with the words red and bold!

Fortunately, it was in his own home, otherwise Han Zihe's appearance of scratching his ears and cheeks would have to make a cadre and others fall through their glasses!

Looking at the thousands of familiar square words in front of him, forming either abstract poetic words or philosophical words, Han Zihe rubbed his forehead, and he should have held back his breath and read it.

Fortunately, his memory is outstanding, and although he doesn't know the meaning, he still wrote it down word by word.

Now she can only hope that "read the book a hundred times, and see its righteousness".

......

Reading the notes of the predecessor Han Zihe sweated profusely, and walked to the bathroom with his head wilted, and a shower still had some effect.

While making tea and sorting out the commonly used items at home, Han Zihe's brain was not idle, although she didn't give Yixuan's editor permission just now, but in fact she was not ready to give up this side business with input.

According to memory, Han Zihe's predecessor's income in the magazine was 100 yuan per thousand words, although it doesn't seem like much, but it can't stand the fixed monthly income!

In this way, according to the monthly writing of about 10,000 words, there must be 1,800 yuan a month, although this money, although it cannot cope with her food, clothing, housing and transportation, but it is enough for her to cope with her own interests.

Neither intending to give up the magazine's remuneration nor continuing the writing style of the past, Han Zihe quickly hit the idea of a novel.

Quickly flipped through the sample issues sent by the previous magazines, Han Zihe breathed a sigh of relief, and sure enough, the novel was also the main page of the magazine.

"I just don't know if the magazine can accept a sudden change in style!"

Thinking so, Han Zihe still opened the document and quickly planned - sit up first, and then take a step at a time.

According to Han Zihe's vision, in order to smoothly open the door to writing novels, the novels she first has to design, and they must not immediately draw a line with the original style, but at least have a role of connecting the previous and the next.

Philosophy, it's easy to say, why is she also a good young man who has been educated by Marxist philosophy for many years, and it is really difficult for her to educate and teach philosophy through stories!

Then the second is poetry...... Ah, forgive her, a female man who is accustomed to the rain of bullets! This kind of sad and sad narrative style does not match her at all! She is suitable for that kind of style and method of opening and closing...... Well, or, when the time comes, give it a try on the grounds of "breaking through yourself"?

Well, so happily and happily decided!

Han Zihe, who talks to himself, is too lazy to think about what to do if other magazines don't accept it, as the saying goes, there is no master here, there is a place to keep his master! This magazine is not successful, there is always something that can accept and is willing to accept!

Therefore, before the negotiation, it is necessary to prepare the negotiation materials!

The novel prepared by Han Zihe is not very long, about fifty or sixty thousand, from the outline to the character design, from the opening of the text to the inspection of the sentence, it took her less than two days to finish it in one go.

With a long sigh of relief, Han Zihe looked at his achievements and sighed that it was not easy, she had been so busy in the past two days that she didn't even think about Chu Zheng except for eating and drinking.

That's right! Chu Zheng seems to have been on a mission for almost three days, right?

Han Zihe looked at the "print" window on the computer screen with a weak heart, if she hadn't seen the printer, it is estimated that she would not have remembered Chu Zhenglai.

However, we still have to affirm Comrade Chu Zheng's prescient name, and it is much cheaper to get a printer than to find a print everywhere.

......

There were still two days left before going out to negotiate, and Han Zihe suddenly found that he didn't have the right clothes yet!

In this period, it is still more fashionable to buy fabrics and make them yourself, of course, there are ready-to-wear clothes for sale in shopping malls, and when you encounter brand-name clothing, it is also very high-grade and fashionable.

However, Han Zihe is not alone now, when she comes to the army, although she does not consider being too enthusiastic with the families of the army, and it is not good to be too eye-catching in life, therefore, on the premise that the quality of life is not reduced, she can still say no to some external things.

As for making his own clothes, it is even more difficult to avoid Han Zihe, who was once known as a hand-made master.

"Knock knock!"

Just as Han Zihe was rummaging through the cabinets and looking for several pieces of fabric that Chu Zheng had "moved" for her, she heard an orderly knock on the door.

"Wait a minute!" Han Zihe hurriedly checked his clothes and hurriedly ran to the courtyard to open the door.

"Sister-in-law Chu, it's me!

The one who knocked on the door happened to be Xiao Wu, the clerk who came over two days ago.

As soon as he saw Han Zihe, he hurriedly saluted, and after putting it down, he made his intention clear: "Sister-in-law, that's the case, we heard that you have been writing recently?"

Han Zihe raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile: "What's the matter?

"Oh, that's not! That's not it!" Xiao Wu blushed, waved his hand again and again, and said with embarrassment, "It's just that some family members in our district reacted in the team......

Han Zihe felt something, Xiao Wu was talking, she stepped out of the yard, turned her head to the left, and saw a figure in the corner of the wall, a figure probing her brain, it was none other than the wife of Hao Qing, the captain of the second brigade who was entangled with Xiao Wu a few days ago, Wei Yun.

Hey, she's so hot-tempered that some people are used to kicking their noses in the face, right?

Seeing that Han Zihe rolled up his sleeves and was about to jump to Wei Yun's hiding place, Xiao Wu saw the opportunity quickly, stopped her, and said with a smile on his face: "Eh, eh, eh, sister-in-law is angry, sister-in-law is angry, you, you calm down first!"

"Calm down?! If I'm calm, I won't be able to live my life! I'm really a clay figure, right? Ten people can come and step on it?...... Don't pull me, I have to ask her, what's the matter, can she spare us?! Otherwise, if you report it twice a day, don't talk about me, and your team won't be at peace!"

Han Zihe has never only moved her mouth to speak! Or, it can be translated as, she has never been a good-natured person!

When she was still on Earth, she was able to swallow her anger because she had to complete the task, but afterwards, those who made her swallow her anger ...... Hum!

If the real wheel moves, ten Xiao Wu can't twist one of Han Zihe's little fingers.

"Huh, how did she bypass me?" Xiao Wu only felt that his eyes flickered, and then he stared at it carefully, Han Zihe was already like a little chicken, carrying Wei Yun back!