Song Wanqing's expression seemed to be regretful that she could not implement the plan proposed by Yu Zheng. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

She said a little indignantly: "Other small exams are just that, if I don't do well in the final exam, grandpa won't let me study here, he will let me go to the provincial capital, this is what I made an appointment with him......"

Originally, Yu Zheng just wanted to make a joke.

Unexpectedly, Song Wanqing really seriously considered the feasibility of this suggestion.

This made Yu Zheng feel that his table mate was indeed relatively naïve sometimes, but listening to her statement, Yu Zheng was also a little curious.

"Wouldn't it be better to go to a provincial city to study? I don't know how much better the teaching quality in the provincial capital is than in our county. In Yu Zheng's mind, if anyone has the opportunity to go to a high school in the provincial capital, they should not refuse.

After all, with better teaching quality, there is more hope of getting into college, or even a better university.

In the years of package distribution in this country.

It's basically a lifelong thing, and no one doesn't pay attention to it.

Heard Yu Zheng ask.

Song Wanqing seemed to remember something, her eyes were a little red, and her eyes became moist, she bit her lip hard, and finally shook her head and didn't say anything.

Seeing her like this, Yu Zheng also knew that he must have thought of something sad.

"I'm sorry."

Although he didn't know what the reason was, Yu Zheng still apologized.

He felt that what made his table mate so sad suddenly should be related to what he said unintentionally.

And Song Wanqing just shook her head and didn't say anything, looking at her expression, she was very depressed.

This is also something that Yu Zheng has never seen.

For the rest of the morning, Yu Zheng basically spent the rest of the morning writing "The Criminal Officer of the Great Song Dynasty", and the teachers of other subjects did not care about Yu Zheng, and for a student with such grades as him, as long as he did not disturb others, then what he did, the teachers would not care.

Therefore, although there are teachers in other subjects who see what Yu Zheng is secretly writing, they all turn a blind eye.

Out of sight is pure.

However, Yu Zheng didn't write it quickly.

He deliberately controlled the speed of writing, and the trembling fingers he had written before made Yu Zheng a little scared, but despite this, he wrote more than 10,000 words in the morning, and successfully completed the first story 'Meicheng Mystery Case'.

Since Yu Zheng asked himself why he didn't go to school in the provincial capital at the same table, Song Wanqing's mood has not been very high and listless.

It wasn't until noon after school that Yu Zheng gave her the notebook with "The Criminal Officer of the Great Song Dynasty" written on it, that her face showed a little joy.

"Write so fast!"

After flipping through it casually, Song Wanqing found that there were seventeen or eighteen more pages, and her expression suddenly became very surprised.

Yu Zheng smiled very plainly, but his expression was a little proud.

"In fact, the story is all in my heart, and all that is missing now is to write it out."

This is really not Yu Zheng's bragging.

To some extent, writing and copying are almost synonymous.

"Humph!"

Seeing Yu Zheng so proud, Song Wanqing also snorted, saying that she disdained the other party's bragging, but judging from the joy that appeared between her eyebrows from time to time, her mood was much better.

On the way home, Li Guozheng was still chattering with Yu Zheng about the riots after last night's game.

Yu Zheng understands the process of the riot relatively clearly.

He has read a lot of articles about this riot in later generations, after all, this is the first time in the history of Chinese football, and it is also the largest fan riot, basically every year on May 19th, the major portals of later generations will write a few articles to recall, in the years when the national football team was most notorious, it is basically necessary to spray the national football team with blood.

With such a huge reserve of information, Yu Zheng basically found something to blow to Li Guozheng casually, which could make his eyebrows flutter when he listened.

"Zhengzi, you are too good, what you say is much better than what is written in those newspapers!" Li Guozheng admires the five-body throw.

"Huh."

Yu Zheng always smiled and said nothing at this time, he was not fighting alone, behind him, but with the experience of countless descendants.

However, Li Guozheng's words made Yu Zheng have an idea.

The popularity of 519 during this period should not subside, there are few big news that sensationally affect the whole country in this era, and once it appears, then the media heat will be quickly concentrated. Therefore, according to the popularity of 519, the discussion in the major media will basically last for more than half a month, football or sports newspapers, and there may be various articles after a month.

"The Criminal Officer of the Great Song Dynasty" may not be able to submit it in a short period of time.

The first pot of gold is not in a hurry.

But the matter of improving life must be put on the agenda as soon as possible, not that he is a picky eater, after all, he is used to the diet of later generations, and it is a bit too much to say that there is no meat, but he really can't stand the living standard of this era, especially in terms of eating.

In addition, he is a foodie, and if he wants to eat this kind of clear soup and little water food in this era every day, it is just one or two times, and he really can't stand it every day.

Anyway, it's all copying, copying "Da Song Ti Criminal Officer" is copying, so according to the memories of the 519 incident in my head, write a few manuscripts and submit them to these newspapers and periodicals.

Cheated dozens of yuan to 100 yuan to improve your life.

Seems to be a good option as well.

When I got home, my mother was cooking in the kitchenette on the patio, and judging by the smell of fried eggplant, it should be fried eggplant.

"Hey!"

Then Yu Zheng sighed, as a senior foodie, he knows all kinds of ingredients well.

Eggplant is very oily, as soon as you eat more oil, it will be soft and sticky, the taste is very poor, and the oil is too much and easy to get greasy, people who lack oil intake in this era don't care much about it, in their opinion, stir-fry is naturally the more oil, the better, but for Yu Zheng it is completely different.

And there is another problem, that is, if there is less oil, the eggplant will not be able to burn the fragrance.

It's not an easy dish to make.

If you don't know the trick, it's hard to make an eggplant that is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, juicy and delicious, fragrant but not greasy.

It just so happens that in Yu Zheng's memory, his mother really doesn't know how to cook roasted eggplant, and it is not easy for her to guide the practice, because her own method is too oil-intensive.

My mother, who has always been thrifty, probably won't agree.

"It seems that the first thing to solve now is the problem of your own appetite."

Yu Zheng sighed silently.

To do this, you have to make money as soon as possible.

"Hey, Xiao Zheng, your dad went to the county for a meeting at noon, and he didn't come back to eat at noon, the steamed buns at home are gone, and you can take the money to the canteen to get a few steamed buns." Qin Xiulian, who was stir-frying, poked her head out from under the shed to take a look, and stopped Yu Zheng, who was about to enter the house.