There is no need to stay here after the stamping parts are born, so Wan Feng said to run.

I ran without a little burden, and I ran with peace of mind.

Wan Feng believed that the machinery factory would give Zhang Hai a price that satisfied him.

Once this set of equipment can be skillfully carried out, it will relieve a lot of burden for the machinery factory, and the production capacity of the machinery factory will be released by these unimportant and inseparable parts, and more economic benefits can be created.

This is a mutually reliant situation in which both sides complement each other, and both sides will definitely have a mutually satisfactory intersection point.

Wan Feng knew that Zhang Hai was just pretending, because he started to be unhurried when he ran to the avenue.

It was already more than three o'clock in the afternoon when I returned to the garment factory, and there were already many female workers who got up at night in the courtyard of the brigade, sitting or standing in the cool part of the yard, which may be the reason for just waking up and yawning.

Jiang Min was also a member of the night shift, but she didn't yawn all day long, and was sitting at her desk in her dormitory, not knowing what she was writing.

was so focused that he didn't even notice Wan Feng coming in.

"Is Sister Min secretly writing love letters?"

Jiang Min was startled, turned his head to see that it was Wan Feng and said, "Where is the love letter?" You came just in time, I have collected a lot of manuscripts, but I don't know how to sift through them?"

As he spoke, he opened the small cabinet under the desk and pointed inside.

Wan Feng looked at it and immediately his head swelled like foam, and the whole small cabinet was full of manuscripts.

Oh, I'll go, are there so many people who are guilty of literary and youthful diseases? I'm afraid there are thousands of manuscripts, and I have to see when this happens.

Wan Feng casually picked up a manuscript and looked at the name of the manuscript: The Inna River in my heart.

Wan Feng came to be interested.

As long as the name alone is well-intentioned, the writing is smooth, and there is a correct central idea, the manuscript can almost be passed.

After reading this manuscript, the overall is not bad, and it can reach the level of their publication with only a little revision.

Next, Wan Feng read a few more manuscripts, and the quality was uneven, some of the sentences were not smooth, and the idea was even more confused, and he didn't know what the author was going to say.

"In fact, the selection of manuscripts is also very simple, the first step is to brush off those manuscripts that do not know what to do, and in the remaining manuscripts, those who write about love and love are also brushed off, after all, this kind of subject matter is not fully opened, and there may be trouble if you stay, just in case, the rest should choose those articles with clear themes, healthy thoughts and positive significance, this type of article can be preferred. ”

"I look at this article and it's okay, how about you take a look?" Jiang Min handed over a manuscript.

Wan Feng took it and looked at the question: Xiaocao.

Above the fields where the north wind roars, under the thousands of miles of snow on the ice peaks, a seed carefully curls itself, abandoning its breath, its heartbeat, and even freezing the blood flowing through its body.

…

I am the seed of loneliness, giving up the luxury of one body, leaving only one faith in my heart.

In this cold and lonely world, silently waiting for spring to come...

The ending sentence made Wan Feng feel a bright feeling in his heart.

Very well written, just a few sentences vividly create the image of a seed waiting for spring in the bitter cold, with a clear idea and far-reaching meaning. I can't imagine that there are really talents in Wahou, let me see which author wrote this, Jiang... Jiang Min!"

Jiang Min's little face was red like a monkey's buttocks.

"Oh, I'll go, I didn't expect Sister Min that you still have such a turbulent heart, why didn't you see it earlier?"

Jiang Min didn't seem to have a taste when he heard this.

"What's the turbulent heart?

"Where's your object?"

"Don't interrupt and answer my questions!"

"From this little prose poem, I found that your heart is now full of spring sprouts, you long for spring, but now it is summer, there is nothing to do with spring. So what you are longing for is love, in layman's terms, you want to get married, and in the vernacular: Sister Min, you want a man!"

Jiang Min was dumbfounded, how many more cells does this thing have in his head than others? I obviously wrote that a little grass longs for spring, how come I became a man in his head? How did he associate it?

"I really admire your imagination, it's a pity that you don't belong to the writer. ”

This ideal Wan Feng has already had once in his previous life, but he has no such idea in this life.

"Sister Min, are you twenty years old, it's time to deal with yourself, you will bring me to check it for you one day, it's almost enough. ”

"It's yellow!" Jiang Min replied angrily.

"Ahh

"Of course it's true, there is no common language. ”

"Alas, usually when a woman changes her mind, she will use the excuse that there is no common language, and there must be something wrong with the world. ”

"We really don't have a common language, that man is very selfish, thinking about whether he can suffer anything, always asking me how much bride price my family will want, what will I bring when I get married, and it's not funny at all, I think it's not as interesting as living with such a person for a lifetime. ”

According to Jiang Min, her former object was a man who was a little realistic, and everything would be considered in life itself, in fact, such a man is usually a man who can run a family, and it may not be a painful thing for a woman to find such a man, but it is a pity that such a man is not pleasing in the eyes of a woman who has a little romance in her heart.

"Alas, I thought I would be able to drink your wedding wine this year, but I didn't expect to sprinkle soup again. ”

"You don't have to worry about me, you might as well find a way to help me deal with these manuscripts. ”

"I can't deal with it, I don't have the time to read this every day, if you have difficulty dealing with it yourself, we can go to the county Federation of Literary and Art Circles to move the rescuers, it just so happens that we also have to apply for this publication, and I will go to the Federation of Literary and Art Circles tomorrow to see." ”

Oops tomorrow, think about what to do tomorrow?

Within three days, he had to go to Shijiazhuang and Qindao, and return before the end of August before the crackdown.

Then, tomorrow I will go to the Federation of Literary and Art Circles and ask an editor to come back and apply for a regional journal number by the way.

As long as this publication can be distributed in the Bohai region, he did not want to be distributed nationwide.

It's just something to entertain yourself.

"What do you think is the name of this publication?"

"It's called Inna River, and I think it's good. Wan Feng made the final decision.

Walking out of Jiang Min's house, the shade under the eaves was full of female workers on night duty, and at this time they had completely woken up from their sleepy eyes, and they had already begun to laugh and laugh.

They were waiting for the day shift to get off and then eat and then work the night shift, and now it was almost the end of the month, and the women were already thinking about what to do after the payroll.