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"Kids? Could it be Qiao Hui's little nephew? ”

For the first time, Duan Que thought of Qiao Mingzhe. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Although she hasn't seen it with her own eyes, from Qiao Hui's mouth, she has heard a lot about Qiao Mingzhe, a good student from childhood to adulthood, a literature lover, able to write and martial arts, and was sent to Imperial Capital University a few months ago, it is not too much to describe Qiao Mingzhe with the words "pride of the sky".

"Okay, I see."

replied to Qiao Hui, but Duan Que had a certain number in his heart, looking at the size of this file, at best, it was only tens of thousands of words, and according to the conversion of ten yuan per thousand words, it was only a few hundred yuan, and when there was no shortage of layout, how could she not sell Qiao Hui's face? The historical version is poor, but you can still get a few hundred dollars of property.

Without looking at the documents packed by Qiao Hui, Duan Que directly sent the documents to the printing editor, "Put this novel at the end." ”

"Sister Duan, do you want to put all the 20,000 words?"

"Put about 8,000 first, and move the rest to the next period."

"Okay, Sister Duan, I see."

After giving the editors the task, Duan Que continued the work that was not completed today, although the historical version is now in a slump, she can't give up yet, even if she fights to the end, she has to stand on the last shift!

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Before dawn, the stationery stores and bookstores near Fuxing Middle School have pulled up the roller shutters to welcome customers, and many small traders and vendors have also come to the school gate to sell breakfast, Wang Hai, the owner of Weiwei Bookstore, stood in the glass and looked outside, his eyes were full of envy, behind him, the proprietress Zhang Wei was pouting and farting = shares to sort out the magazines and books that only came back last night.

One after another, neatly placed on the bookshelf, suddenly, Zhang Wei's body paused, picked up a magazine and asked his old man, "Why did you order this historical edition again?" ”

Wang Hai looked back at the magazine in his wife's hand, "I didn't order it, this is what Wang Ning from the fifth class of junior high school wanted." ”

Zhang Wei originally wanted to complain a few words, but when she heard her husband say this, she put the magazine aside, even if she didn't complain, she still couldn't help but nag, "This love to read the historical edition, if no one wants it, you must not order it, this thing can't be sold, we also lost seventy or eighty freight last month." ”

"I know, I know." Wang Hai waved his hand perfunctorily, looked out the window and muttered, "A child also nagged about the books ordered by a child." ”

Zhang Wei didn't hear Wang Hai's muttering, and asked while packing up the book, "Hey, when did that kid say he came to pick up the book?" Given the deposit? ”

"I don't know, you just put it on him, what are you doing so much."

"I don't want this book."

"Okay, okay, you just woke up and nagged," Wang Hai was a little impatient, "It's just a few dollars, he doesn't want me to look at it." ”

Zhang Wei was just about to have a seizure, when she saw a teenager wearing a school uniform walk in, the teenager pushed the door and asked, "Uncle, have you come back with my book?" ”

"I'm back," Zhang Wei preemptively took the 'Love to Read History', "Is this the book?" ”

"Hmm."

"Six bucks."

is also a magazine, an ordinary romance magazine only buys five yuan, but this historical version is sold for six yuan, maybe this is also the reason why this historical version can't be sold, while thinking, Zhang Wei took the money.

"Do you want the second half of the magazine?" Wang Hai, who was standing on the side, opened his mouth, and the bookstore next to the school was like this, in addition to selling best-selling magazines every month, he also helped his classmates order all kinds of magazines.

Wang Ning looked at the magazine in his hand, and his eyes flashed a hint of gloom, "Forget it." ”

From the hundred pulpits began to like history, to obsessed with reading history, unconsciously it has been almost two years, although he is only a junior high school student, but in the past two years, he has also witnessed the glory and decline of history magazines, from the beginning of everyone joking about history, to the end of the boring, over and over again disappointment accumulation, the content over and over again can not stand scrutiny, those at every turn is "this is an unknown mystery" has almost become a joke about the love of reading history, even today, he does not know why to subscribe to love to read history.

Back in class, Wang Ning's thoughts were ethereal.

Seeing the magazine he once liked from glory to decline, he couldn't tell the loss in his heart, and he didn't take the first few stories to heart, and soon, he came to the last section of the history of Aiyue: historical serialization.

This is a new section that was launched by Aiyue last month.,It's mainly famous masterpieces.,Compared with the previous one,This section is more like dried tofu.,Like the "Joke Yongzheng" that he insisted on writing in the past ten years, he liked it very much.,But I don't know why it was broken in the end.,Later, this section also put other novels.,But it's not to his taste.,So he doesn't look at this plate much.。

But today, when he turned to this section, he was immediately attracted by the title in front of him, "What about the Ming Dynasty?" Before he could decide whether to read it or not, the text had already fallen into his sight without saying anything, "Let's start with a file. ”

Archives?

Wang Ning has read a lot of historical biographies, but he has never seen the archives that started, no, it should be said, were there archives in the past? Not at all! In an instant, he had a feeling of crossing over, specifically to describe it, that is, he felt that he was struck by lightning, but for some reason, it was this kind of nonsensical farce that made him watch it.

"Wang Ning, are you going to play football?" Li Zhuo walked over with a football in his arms, and glanced at the book Wang Ning was reading while asking, "Love to read history?" Why do you still read this kind of book, it's too outdated, it's better to say that history is fun, hey, don't you play football? ”

Li Zhuo babbled for a long time, Wang Ning didn't even talk about taking care of him, he didn't even raise his eyelids, his eyes seemed to be nailed to a book, Li Zhuo was bored, pouted and left.

"Wang Ning, are you going to play sandbaging?"

As soon as Li Zhuo left, Xue Feng came over again.

Like Li Zhuo's situation just now, Xue Feng was also closed, what Wang Ning didn't see was that when he was concentrating on reading, many boys around him were eager to tear him up with their eyes, who was Xue Feng? That's the class flower of the fifth class, change to someone else, and get up early, are you still putting on a score?

"Xue Feng, will you take me to play?"

This is a world of face-seeing, Wang Ning ignored Xue Feng, naturally someone came up, never thought that the person hadn't walked over, Xue Feng turned around and threw the sandbag to the other friends, "I won't play anymore, you guys can play." ”

As for the boy who accosted Xue Feng, Xue Feng didn't look at it from beginning to end.

"Does Wang Ning want to go out and play? The soccer team is missing you. ”

"Play basketball and go to Wang Ning."

"Lao Wang, will you go to the toilet?"

The whole activity class, no matter who came to talk to Wang Ning, without exception, ate Wang Ning's closed door, and now Wang Ning is like a demon, ignoring everyone at all, even going to the toilet is trotting to go, trotting back, and when he comes back, he sits on the seat and continues, ignoring the people around him.

Bell bell bell.

The bell rang.

Wang Ning woke up suddenly, put the book in his schoolbag, and just wanted to ask his desk what was in this class, but he saw that the whole class couldn't help but look at him, at the same time, a dark cloud floated above his head, and when he looked up, the history teacher Chen Feizheng was standing in front of his desk.

Syllable.

Chen Fei's whip slammed on the table and asked sharply, "You, tell me what the last straw that overwhelmed the Yuan Dynasty was." (To be continued.) )