Tong Jizhou is an intern reporter for the provincial newspaper, and he wants to do big news and win the Pulitzer Prize for journalism.

It's a pity that there are many talented people in the newspaper, and his rookie qualifications are too shallow, so he can't find big news at all, and the manuscripts he writes are always sent back by the editor-in-chief and are not used.

Some of his classmates went abroad to work as war correspondents, some went to Jun District to be reporters for Jun Bao, and some went to magazines to work as editors of new magazines, all of which did a good job.

Only he, a talented man, is still unknown, and it is difficult to even turn positive, and he is afraid of people laughing when he says it.

Tong Jizhou learned from the pain, and was determined to lower his goals, not to make big news and win awards, but to write a qualified manuscript first, and then talk about other things.

There are only a few days left in the internship period!

Tong Jizhou, who bowed to reality, quickly overcame the psychological barrier, just like the blind followers he despised the most in the past, and also cleverly chose the recent popular Song Hui abduction case to follow up and report, as the decisive game of his turn to the back of the water to be sure of life and death.

He believes that with the continuous high popularity of this case, coupled with his unique thinking angle, the combination of the two will definitely be able to hand over a brilliant report card!

Tong Jizhou, who was determined to succeed, got on the train, and after several rounds, came to the famous Fifth Production Brigade of the Hongqi People's Commune.

Tong Jizhou pushed his glasses, clenched the strap of his schoolbag, and looked at the ordinary village in front of him.

People can't look good, you have to believe in the wonderful pen in your hand, this is destined to be the place where you are famous!

Tong Jizhou silently cheered himself up, and walked towards the fellow who was working in the fields.

"Hello fellow, this is Songjiazhuang, right? I'm looking for someone......

Song Jiawang, who was shaving peanuts, turned around sharply and bared a mouthful of white teeth at the person:

"You're also a comrade reporter, aren't you? Looking for Song Hui and his family to come for an interview? Ask me, I'm his neighbor, separated by a wall, and I know all the affairs of their family!"

Tong Jizhou was stunned, he never expected such good luck, and asked the interviewee's neighbor as soon as he asked.

Song Jiawang rubbed his hand on his pants, grabbed the right hand of the visitor and shook it vigorously, bared his teeth and introduced himself with a smile:

"My name is Song Jiawang, the people are prosperous, the family is prosperous, the country is prosperous, the industry is prosperous, the family is 26 years old this year, belongs to the tiger, Han nationality, poor peasants, married.

My daughter-in-law's name is Wang Yulan, 24 years old this year, belonging to Dalong, also Han nationality, poor peasant, married.

The two of us gave birth to a child, named Song Haijun, male, four years old this year, Han nationality, and this year he attended the commune Yuhong class.

My son's academic performance is very good, and he gave me a hundred exams last time, and I was happy and gave him a penny!"

Tong Jizhou was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and only after a little effort did he pull his hand back.

He tried to squeeze out a little smile and said:

"Oh, hello, can you tell me about Song Hui's family? ”

Song Jiawang said the prepared words of his own house and nodded with satisfaction:

"Okay, let's talk while we work. I'll dig ahead, you just shake the soil off the peanuts and put them in a pile. ”

As he spoke, he picked up the hammer that fell to the ground, spat on the palm of his hand, rubbed the palms of his hands together, picked up the hammer and began to plow the ground.

Listening to the lack of movement behind him, he turned back and greeted suspiciously:

"Hurry down, you should be able to shake the dirt, right? Just make the pile on the side, it's not a difficult job. ”

Tong Jizhou's face was indescribable.

He wanted to say, fellow, I'm here for an interview, not to help you with farm work!

Song Jiawang seemed to understand his thoughts, and said again:

"You're in a hurry, aren't you? Didn't you say we were talking while we were doing. His family affairs are exciting, and I can't finish talking for a while, but I can't leave my work and just chat with you, right? ”

Tong Jizhou wanted to say, then I won't delay your work, I'll talk to someone else.

As a result, he was pulled down from the field by the seemingly silly and simple fellow, stuffed a handful of peanut vines with coolness in his hand, shook the soil with him hand in hand, and asked him:

"Just do it, have you learned it, it's not difficult, right?"

Tong Jizhou silently took off his glasses, rubbed the soil on the lenses with his sleeve, and always felt like he had been kidnapped.

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