Lu Ze didn't have any feelings for Zheng Juan.

In the original book of "The World", Zheng Juan, who is both virtuous and beautiful, is undoubtedly the most suitable daughter-in-law candidate in the eyes of many men, except for the slightly worse family conditions, there are almost no other shortcomings in her.

But Lu Ze just admired her a little at best.

Zheng Juan at this point in time has not been ruined by Luo Shibin's dog thing.

According to the memory in Lu Ze's mind, his little Tu Zhiqiang has now been imprisoned in the detention center, as a member of the so-called Tiger Eagle Gang, this time he stole a certain cadre who was not small, which attracted the attention of the Public Security Bureau.

The guy, who used to walk by the river, was finally arrested in the middle of the night.

According to the direction of the plot, Tu Zhiqiang was the lightest sentence in it, because he was a young man with a home and was not deeply trapped.

Tu Zhiqiang's father died bravely in the face of righteousness and was posthumously made a martyr.

The current old man of the Tu family is walking around, wanting to get Tu Zhiqiang out as soon as possible.

Lu Ze rode the 38 bars left by Zhou Zhigang, and the cold wind blew the green military coat on his body, and now Lu Ze's physical fitness has become very exaggerated, and he can turn a blind eye to the temperature of more than ten degrees below zero at the moment.

Soon came to the Bright Cinema.

In the original book, Zheng Juan and her mother set up a stall at the door of the Guangming Cinema with her blind brother.

Specializing in popsicles and rock sugar gourds.

In this era, all kinds of materials are very scarce, and the situation of Zheng Juan's family is naturally not good.

Lu Ze has no intention of reaching out to help, and he is the most likely to be regarded as a hooligan if he goes to help others without relatives.

He just wanted to come to this world, no matter what, he had to see Zheng Juan, the best woman in the world.

I also want to find an opportunity to see if I can abolish Luo Shibin.

The entrance to the cinema looks bustling.

Entertainment activities in this era can be said to be very rare, watching movies is undoubtedly a very fashionable pastime and entertainment at the moment, there are movie theaters in the city, and you have to put up a big white curtain when you watch movies in the countryside.

The door comes and goes, and many people with their families come and go at the door.

There are also those little couples next to each other with their heads bowed, looking very reserved.

The cold winter day couldn't freeze people's enthusiasm, after Lu Ze parked the bicycle, his eyes quickly swept around the neighborhood, and soon saw the old man with a blue turban and a slender figure behind the board, followed by a stupid child next to the old man.

"Auntie, how do you sell these sugar gourds and popsicles?"

"Sugar gourds are two cents a string, popsicles are a penny, young man, what do you want to do?"

Lu Ze didn't see Zheng Juan's figure.

He took out a dime of paper from his pocket and handed it over: "Bring me two strings of sugar gourds." ”

A bright smile bloomed on Zheng's mother's old face, she quickly took the money handed over by Lu Ze, and after the Chinese New Year, the flow of people in the movie theater increased, and even their family's business became a little prosperous.

Although I don't earn much, I always have hope.

Lu Ze took the rock sugar gourd and began to nibble on it.

The sweet and sour hawthorn fruit is coated with a layer of sugar, and it tastes pretty good in the mouth.

It is estimated that there should not be those technologies and ruthless work in this era, as long as Lu Ze looks at the dark crowd at the door of the movie theater, most of the people are not bald, go to bed early and get up early, plus work diligently.

In this case, it is difficult to go bald.

"Wait, young man, I'll get you money."

"It's six cents, you take it."

Lu Ze took the money and quickly finished a string.

He plans to take the rest of the string back to the old mother at home to taste, and it should be the two of them for a long time to come, Lu Ze can feel Zhou's mother's feelings for him, and he will naturally do what he should do as a son.

The principle in Lu Ze's heart is very simple.

Whoever is good to him, he will be good to him.

Just as Lu Ze was about to leave, Zheng Juan just came back by chance.

"Mom, I'm back."

"Guangming, hurry up and eat the cake, my sister just made it, and it's still hot."

Zheng Juan was wearing a light-colored thin cotton jacket, this cotton jacket looked to have been around for a few years, it had been washed and lost its original color, and she was wearing a red knitted hat on top of her head, just enough to cover her ears.

What is impressive is undoubtedly her long legs, which are very tall.

The girl, who was about seventeen or eighteen years old, was slightly pale because of malnutrition, but it could not hide her delicate features.

Zheng Juan's long eyelashes flashed, her big eyes were as clear as a young deer, and her face was flushed with a hint of blush because of the cold weather, her beauty was different from Zhou Rong's, it was very simple and unpretentious.

The girl may have noticed Lu Ze's gaze, and she lowered her head slightly.

Lu Ze shook his head with a smile, and then asked Zheng Mu for an old newspaper and wrapped the remaining string of sugar gourds in his hand.

Ride away.

After seeing Zheng Juan, Lu Ze was satisfied.

What he was really interested in was actually Tu Zhiqiang and Luo Shibin.

In the original book, Tu Zhiqiang got drunk with the two of them, and then gave Luo Shibin the opportunity to violate Zheng Juan.

Lu Ze has always liked to judge others with the worst side first.

Is it possible that this incident was deliberately designed by Tu Zhiqiang?

Tu Zhiqiang married Zheng Juan in order to hide people's eyes, and his real lover is actually artesian. Zheng Juan knew this, but she did not leave Tu Zhiqiang because of this.

Not to mention the 70s of the last century.

Even today's society has not fully embraced this orientation.

As for the worst side...

Tu Zhiqiang and Shui Artesian knew what kind of goods Luo Shibin was, and they deliberately designed this play to make Zheng Juan no longer a virgin, so that they could better cover up the improper relationship between the two.

Or worse, a three-in-one design?

Lu Ze quickly flashed many thoughts in his mind.

At least, Luo Shibin's goods, Lu Ze is very unpleasant.

In the original book, Zhou Bingkun was also imprisoned for more than ten years because of Luo Shibin's death.

"They're not good birds."

......

When she returned home, Li Suhua was busy working in front of the stove, although now there were only two people left in the house, she and Lao Pimple, but the usual meals were not enough, she had to support this home.

"Kun'er, are you back? Didn't you go to the movies? ”

"There are too many people, I don't bother to look at it, so I'll come back, and the rock sugar gourd will be put on the table for you."

Li Suhua likes to eat sweet things.

These old people who have come through the hard years often have a soft spot for sweets.

"Oh, why are you buying this for me, it's all for children."

Li Suhua said a few words complainingly, but the smile on his face couldn't be hidden.

When the mother saw that the child's filial piety could not be happy, she sighed in her heart that the old pimple had really grown up.

"You old kid, you can eat too."

Listening to the old pimple's ridicule, Li Suhua was about to beat Lu Ze, and in the past two days, she could feel that her youngest son's temperament seemed to have become a lot more out of bounds, at least not as stuffy as before.

Lu Ze sat on the chair and began to look at the books left by his eldest brother Zhou Bingyi.

At this time, almost shouting came from outside the house.

"Bingkun, Bingkun!"

Li Suhua looked out through the window: "It seems to be the National Day and catching up." ”

"Kun'er, you go, you ask them if they have eaten, if they don't eat, they will eat at our house."

Lu Ze put down the book and walked out of the house.

The person who came was Xiao Guoqing, who played with him until he was big, and he caught up with Sun.

The former's character is honest and dull, and the latter behaves like a leather monkey, and after being introduced by Lu Ze to the west side of the hut, he touched the west to take a look, and he looked very familiar.

Naturally, boys of the same age as Photon Tablets also split into gangs.

The three of them have a good relationship.

"Kun'er, I came to you with National Day to ask what you have been doing all this time?"

"We've both been assigned to the lumber mill, and the Three Musketeers are up to you now, haven't you decided where you're going? If you want me to say that we have no culture, going to the lumber mill is the best choice. ”

"Uncle Zhigang is an eighth-level worker in the third line, and your family is also an urban hukou, so you can definitely be assigned to the lumber mill."

Sun Catch-up explained the intention.

Xiao Guoqing followed with a sullen gourd next to him and said, "Yes, Kun'er, you don't still want to take the university entrance examination, right?" Now everyone is... I can't say when the college entrance examination will be resumed, and it is the last word that we should work and earn money. ”

Lu Ze silently replied in his heart: The college entrance examination resumed in 1977.

Lu Ze thought about how he should go on the road behind.

It's not bad to go to the timber mill step by step, the timber mill is a state-owned enterprise, and the current standard is definitely an iron rice bowl, and there is no way for ordinary people to enter.

However, such a life can be seen at a glance.

Lu Ze is a manual worker who is dying, although his physical strength is not ordinarily good, but it is naturally more difficult to get ahead quickly in the factory.

According to seniority, he is a hairy boy who has not yet reached the age of eighteen.

The upside is completely close to none.

And a lot of things in Lu Ze's mind are completely useless.

After Xiao Guoqing and Sun Chaochao left, Lu Ze stared at the big box locked in the room, which contained all the books left by his eldest brother Zhou Bingyi, and a person suddenly appeared in his mind.

Shao Jingwen.

Editor-in-chief of Golden Land magazine.

In the original book of the world, he has a lot of kindness to Zhou Bingkun, and he is a very good elder.

In order to help Bingkun get the establishment, it can be said that he spared no effort, and later after Bingkun's accident, he went to great lengths to find Zhou Bingyi, Shao Jingwen can be said to be affectionate and righteous.

Lu Ze's eyes lit up slightly.

He felt that he was undoubtedly a fully qualified writer in this era, and it could even be said that he had a perfect score.

At this moment, he has a large number of poetry collections stored in his mind, and they are all famous books of that kind, although many poetry collections cannot be published in this era, but Lu Ze's advantage is not here.

His biggest advantage is... Direction is right!

Each one is a big tailwind.

All the time is following the right direction.

A poet like Feng Huacheng who is not in the stream will accidentally become a prisoner in a labor camp, and the kind of broken poems he writes will attract brainless diehard fans like Zhou Rong.

Lu Ze felt that he had to be a hundred times stronger than Feng Huacheng no matter what.

In this era, the remuneration of writers is also not low.

For those famous writers, the manuscript fee for a book is thousands of dollars.

Unlike the so-called writers who know how to write in the current world, people are the ones who really make money.

And still standing to earn money.

Lu Ze quickly settled down the general idea in his mind.

At the same time, he is looking for a collection of poems suitable for this era in his mind, and he needs to temporarily say sorry to the original authors of these works, because these things will be mine soon!

Lu Ze suddenly understood Xia Luo's happiness a little.

"Copy... Wrong... How can the things of a reader be described as copying? ”

"Learn!"

"Yes, it's a reference!"

......

Lu Ze soon heard the news of Shao Jingwen, and now he is the editor-in-chief of the "Golden Land" magazine, which is part of the Jiangliao Magazine and belongs to the category of state-owned enterprises.

Lu Ze spent a few days preparing his 'name petition'.

He didn't choose to contribute.

I am now just a child of a worker without a little reputation, no matter how brilliant the article is, people will doubt the authenticity of your article when they see it, no matter what era the editor-in-chief is very concerned about copyright.

And Lu Ze only wants to work under Shao Jingwen at present.

He knows that Shao Jingwen has had a smooth ride in the magazine for so many years, and the editor-in-chief is also a figure who knows how to pursue advantages and avoid disadvantages, and Lu Ze will be relieved to have such a teammate.

At noon one day, Lu Ze waited at the door of the Golden Land Magazine early.

He saw Shao Jingwen, who was wearing a gray coat and a plush felt hat, walking out of it, and the middle-aged man pushing the bicycle had a little sadness between his eyebrows.

Those who are caught are caught, and those who go to the countryside go to the countryside ...

Shao Jingwen's heart was full of worries.

He knew that the current environment was very unfriendly to an industry like theirs, and it could even be described as difficult, the top and bottom were completely incompatible, and there was no one who could use it under him, the editor-in-chief.

Although the Jichun Publishing House above stuffed a few people into them, these people didn't have any level at all.

There are arguably very few truly talented people.

"Hello."

"Excuse me, are you the editor-in-chief Shao?"

Shao Jingwen raised his head only to find that someone was calling him.

What caught his eye was a young face that looked a little delicate, the young man was dressed in a green military coat, Shao Jingwen was attracted by Fu Shen's eyes at first glance, this young man seemed to be a little different.

"Hello."

"I'm Shao Jingwen."

"Young man, do you have anything to do with me?"

Lu Ze showed the first draft in his hand.

"Hello Editor-in-Chief Shao, my name is Zhou Bingkun, and I live in Photon Film."

"Personally, I love writing very, very, very much, and this is a collection of poems and short stories that I wrote myself, and I hope you can help me read it."

Shao Jingwen looked at Lu Ze with a suspicious face.

He looked at the young man in front of him, about seventeen or eighteen years old.

Can such a person write any good essays?

Shao Jingwen knows in his heart that many young people now want to become famous quickly with the current environment, and excellent writers can naturally achieve fame and fortune, but there are naturally very few such people.

"Did you write it yourself?"

"Yes, I wrote it all myself."

Well.

Purely handwritten.

"I know that you are a very good editor-in-chief in Jichun City, so I took the liberty to find you today, and I hope to get your guidance, I will be grateful and honored."

Lu Ze has already brought himself into the role of a poet in advance.

Now when he speaks, he is all Wen Zou Zou.

On the other side, Shao Jingwen's eyes lit up slightly.

He felt that the young man in front of him might really like to create.

The attitude seems to be very sincere.

"That's... I'll show you now. ”

Shao Jingwen took the manuscript in Lu Ze's hand, and the middle-aged man was moved by the font on the manuscript at first sight.

The boy didn't mention the content, and the handwriting was really good.

As everyone knows, in order to go one step further on the road of poets, Lu Ze spent 2 skill points to exchange for a new lv2 skill font mastery.

"Love Life", Zhou Bingkun.

"I don't think about whether I can succeed, since I have chosen a distant place, I only care about the wind and rain."

"I don't think about whether I can win love, since I love roses, I bravely confide in sincerity."

"I..."

Soon, Shao Jingwen's eyes were full of shock.

His voice trembled.

"Xiao Zhou."

"Did you write this short poem?"

Lu Ze bowed slightly, and his attitude was very respectful: "I don't know how it is written, and I ask you to criticize and advise." ”

"Good!"

"Okay!"

"Love life, love life!"

"I read your attitude towards life from this short poem, I didn't expect you to have such a sense of life at a young age, but I still had a sad face when I just went out, and the young man was terrible!"

Shao Jingwen slapped his thighs excitedly.

I didn't expect to be able to find such a talent in my most difficult time.

He quickly flipped through the poetry collection and short stories written by Lu Ze behind, the man's expression became more and more solemn, and he exhaled heavily: "I have to calm down, Xiao Zhou, you haven't eaten yet, right?" Let's go, I'll invite you to dinner. ”

Shao Jingwen pulled Lu Ze to a small restaurant.

As the editor-in-chief of the state-owned enterprise magazine, Shao Jingwen has a lot of food stamps in his hands, and today he really wanted to have a drink, so he ordered three bowls and two small bowls and ate them.

Shao Jingwen, who was holding the manuscript in his hand, looked very fond of it.

Lu Ze expected to think about the reaction of Editor-in-Chief Shao, his poetry collections were all borrowed from those celebrities in later generations, and these people are still estimated to be at the age of little children, and Lu Ze is not soft at all.

And it's all pure and incomparably pure articles, and it has nothing to do with anything else.

He didn't want to be like Feng Huacheng.

Not to mention anything else, this wind direction is absolutely controlled.

Shao Jingwen was drunk while drinking, and the dishes on the table did not move at all, what he wanted most from the magazine was to be able to unearth a thousand horses, but he didn't expect this horse to be able to run in front of him by itself.

Love.

Shao Jingwen's eyes were even full of tears.

No one knows how stressed he is.

The magazine is a state-owned enterprise, so there is no need to worry about the word profit, there is no business pressure at all, and the people in it are in a state of fishing for three days and drying nets for two days.

Shao Jingwen saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart.

Now the content published in the magazine can be said to be getting worse and worse.

This situation urgently needs to change.

Now, he seemed to see a glimmer of light.

"Xiao Zhou, where do you work now?"

"I haven't been assigned a job yet, my father is an eighth-level worker in the third line, and I am the only one of the three children in the family who stays in the city, and my peers have gone to work in lumber mills and other places."

Shao Jingwen clenched his fists tightly, and his tone was full of joy: "Then do you want to come to work in our magazine?" ”

"Our magazine belongs to the branch of Jiangliao Magazine, and it also has a serious organization, you... Would you like to come? ”

Lu Ze did not hesitate at all.

"I do!"

Shao Jingwen drank all the wine in the cup, and his body and mind were instantly refreshed.

"Good, good!"

"I've read all of your poetry collections and articles carefully."

The man looked at the surrounding situation and whispered to Lu Ze: "There is no taboo in it, Xiao Zhou, don't worry, I will give you an eye in the future, and that kind of situation will definitely not occur." ”

Lu Ze smiled and nodded.

That's what he thinks, and having a good teammate around him can undoubtedly do good things.

Especially teammates like Shao Jingwen, who have surprisingly good character, are even more powerful.

"And the pen fee for our published articles is not low, and it is definitely not worse than your work in a factory."

"Let's just talk about it, I mentioned to the president about your joining the company when I went to work in the afternoon, there is absolutely no problem with this matter, Xiao Zhou, thank you very much for your trust in me."

"Come on, come on, eat vegetables!"

......

When he went home in the afternoon, Lu Ze mentioned the matter of the magazine to his wife Li Suhua.

Naturally, there is no need to hide this matter from the family, Li Suhua's face was sad when she knew it, and she didn't know what the situation of the magazine was that the old pimple said, the woman originally wanted her son to go to work in the lumber mill with her.

She knew that her daughter Zhou Rong seemed to have been snatched away by some broken poet.

Li Suhua whispered: "Kun'er, why don't you write a letter to your father?" It's good to discuss this matter with him. ”

Lu Ze shook his head: "It takes more than half a month to write and reply to letters on both sides, this matter is not a big deal, don't worry, and the magazine is organized, and it is also eating with an iron rice bowl." ”

In fact, Lu Ze knows that not everyone in the magazine has an editorial.

But it may be that his poems are too good, and Shao Jingwen doesn't want to let go of him, a rare talent, so he agreed to compile it in one bite.

After Li Suhua heard that there was an establishment, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay then."

"But it's better to have a letter with your dad about this matter."

"Before leaving, he also instructed you to go to work in the lumber mill with peace of mind."

Lu Ze hurriedly grabbed the conversation and comforted Li Suhua a few words.

......

The next day, Shao Jingwen, who was riding a car, came to Lu Ze's house.

The smile on the man's face did not diminish.

"Congratulations, Bingkun."

"Your formalities have been completed, and you will be a member of our Golden Land Magazine in the future."

"Your "Love Life", our president is full of praise, and you can see this short poem in the editorial next week."

"I don't think it's a problem to promote it to the whole province or even the whole country!"

Lu Ze had a strange expression.

Am I about to become a poet?

I don't know how that guy Zhou Rong will react when he sees my name.

Lu Ze was not overjoyed because he was famous.

He just thought about Zhou Rong's shocked look at that time, and he couldn't be happy.

What kind of poet is he?

I, Lu Ze, am the real poet!