Uncle Luo smiled happily, and Wang Sumei was surprised that this old man was not angry.

"What are you laughing at? Shouldn't you scold me for not counting in my heart?"

She Wang Sumei was a cheap girl when she was a child, and in the Chen family in winter, she was a child daughter-in-law who was used as an old scalper, and after she escaped, she was called Huazi, and she learned the technique of raising pigs as cattle and horses, and later became the famous shrew Wang widow of the Wuliqiao Brigade, she has a clear understanding of herself, if it weren't for Chen Jinhua and her son and daughter-in-law, probably no one would look down on her.

Old man Luo laughed enough, and snorted, "Why do I want to scold you for not counting in your heart? You are hardworking and capable, tough and simple, and you can educate your children and train them very well, why do I say that you don't know what to do? You're an amazing person."

Uncle Luo's words gave Wang Sumei no answer.

Someone even praised her for being amazing!

Her throat and eyes were sour, and she was choked up and unable to speak.

She remembered Chen Jinhua and his father.

When his father taught her to read and write, he said that she was very smart.

It was the first time she had been complimented.

He didn't let her read and write because she was a girl, and said that girls should also be able to read and write, so that they would not be fooled and bullied, and they would not only cry when they encountered something.

For the first time, she was affirmed that person was Chen Jinhua's father, and he was also the person she missed the most.

Today someone praised her again, and she was also a cultured old man, and he said that she was an amazing person.

Wang Sumei was embarrassed, because she thought of her deceased father-in-law, and there was still water in her eyes, she straightened her face slightly and said to Uncle Luo, "Don't try to fool me, even if you praise me, I won't give you free labor. This yard is one yard, and it's easy to take care of you, but if you want to match me and your son, this thought should be stopped quickly."

Old man Luo was not angry, he nodded with a smile, "Okay, okay, this month's eggs are all yours, and there are radishes and cabbages in the stove, you can take them to stir-fry and eat, I promise not to take advantage of you." Tomorrow morning I want to eat fried turnip pie."

Wang Sumei grunted out.

Jiang Xinyu finished half a bowl of noodle soup.

"What are you laughing at Grandpa Luo? It was quite loud just now."

Wang Sumei shook her head, "It's nothing."

After eating, Jiang Xinyu brushed the pots and bowls with hot water, and Chen Yi carried the bucket to the well at the mouth of the alley to fetch water.

Wang Sumei whispered to her daughter-in-law embarrassedly, "Uncle Luo just said that I am a great person."

Jiang Xinyu was stunned for a moment, and then echoed with a smile, "Mom is amazing, she can raise Chen Yi by herself."

Wang Sumei's heart was hot, and the corners of her mouth had a smile that she didn't even notice.

Song Minghan, who went to Huaqing against the cold wind, went to his grandfather's dormitory.

Professor Yu was a little surprised when he saw him.

"Jiang Xinyu told me before that Jiang Baoqin's family is here, did they go to look for you?"

Song Minghan nodded, told everything about what happened, and also said what he had done to get rid of them.

Yu Xiling didn't speak for a long time, "Just send it back, they won't dare to come in the future, and they will go to prison... It's your ex-father-in-law, after all."

Song Minghan disagreed with his point of view, and he didn't think he was wrong this time, "Grandpa, you just have too soft a heart. They didn't dare to do it again after they had learned a lesson this time."

It looks cold and hard to approach, but in fact, the mouth is the hardest and the most ruthless on the whole body, which is actually a paper tiger. obviously suffered so much, but his heart is still so soft, and he will be bullied by his aunt in the future.

"Grandpa, don't you want me to apologize to Jiang Xinyu? When am I going?"

Song Minghan estimated that she would go home after school on Saturday, but there was a faint expectation in her heart.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, he had been wanting to see her since he had that dream.

He didn't want to admit the fragments of his dreams, because they seemed to confirm that whoever he married would fail for one reason or another.

"Wait for tomorrow, I'll take her to see Editor-in-Chief Kim and the editor, and then you will come to apologize when it's over."

The grandson is concerned about this matter, and Yu Xiling is still very pleased.

Jiang Baoqin, who was held in the police station in the area, had been hoping that someone would take her out before she was transferred to the detention center, and as time passed, she finally accepted her fate.

She wanted to see Song Minghan and Jiang Xinyu again, even if it was to scold the two of them to relieve the anger in her heart, but unfortunately after coming out of the hospital, she didn't even see the two of them.

She was unwilling, she knew the future, why did she fall into this field after getting what she wanted?

"Not like that! It shouldn't be like this!"

"I hate you! I hate you!"

…

Hearing the ghost screams inside, the public security comrade opened the door and went in, scolding: "Be quiet, don't pretend to be crazy and stupid."

Jiang Baoqin burst into tears.

The public security comrade pouted and left. If you knew today, why bother in the first place? In the past, if you were a good person who obeyed the law, now you will sit on a cold bench here and suffer from the cold.

Early the next morning, Jiang Xinyu and Chen Yi went to school, and after meeting with Professor Yu, they took the bus to the Humanities Publishing House to meet Editor-in-Chief Jin.

Yu Xiling had already greeted the editor-in-chief of the publishing house in advance, and also showed the content translated by Jiang Xinyu to the editor-in-chief Jin.

All the editors in the humanities club are both editors and translators, and compared with the formal and disciplined places like the compilation office, after the resumption of the college entrance examination, there are many more "supernumerary" staff with real talents, but if you want to "work part-time", you naturally have to undergo the test.

Professor Yu is a "supernumerary" person, and for him, the remuneration for translating books is not high, after all, he has been paid back ten years of salary after returning to the city, and the remuneration earned by translators is drizzle compared to him, and he does this work purely to contribute to the future of the country.

In a small office, there are books piled up on the table and shelves, and the editor-in-chief is sitting at the desk and immersed in work, and there is a group of people discussing something opposite, and the whole room looks quite noisy.

"I said Yanqing, let you remove all those sensitive words, why didn't you listen? If you say that you can't publish this content, you can't do it, go and go, take it back and change it again, and then don't come here."

Ma Yanqing: "I've changed a lot, and if I change it again, my characters will have no soul."

Ma Yanqing is not light, why is the content he wrote is obviously what happened in the real world, but it is not allowed to appear on paper? Literature has depth, and should not be bound by rules and regulations, and the words that are bound cannot convey the thoughts and spirit that he wants to express.

Seeing Yu Xiling come in with Jiang Xinyu, Editor-in-Chief Jin got up and greeted, "Teacher Yu, Comrade Jiang, you are here, sit down."

Saying that, sit down quickly, and look around, but there is no spare bench in this room, and the face of Editor-in-Chief Jin is confused because of his busy work.

Ma Yanqing hurriedly got up and gave way, picked up his thick manuscript and sighed.

Jiang Xinyu has seen him a few times, and has heard Yao Xin mention it many times, this is a famous talent in Capital University. His literary works have been published in newspapers and magazines, and he has written many thought-provoking and in-depth short stories.

The two nodded and said hello, and Ma Yanqing went out angrily with the manuscript.

"Teacher Yu, you still brought someone here in person, and you are still afraid that I will bully her?"

Professor Yu shook his head, "I'll hand in the manuscript today."

Editor-in-chief Jin glanced at Jiang Xinyu and said to several editors in the society, "Find her a designated fragment of Shakespeare's poems and let her translate them on the spot."

Yu Xiling and Editor-in-Chief Jin discussed the work, and Jiang Xinyu stood silently at the table with a pen and translated.