Send your child over before school in the morning, and bring the diaper you want to change.

Of course, the teacher is not responsible for washing diapers, only for changing the child's diaper, and the parents come to pick up the child at night, and then take the dirty diaper home to wash.

Moreover, there is also a requirement for children who are sent to the nursery class to accept children who can walk over one and a half years old, and if they are children under one and a half years old, they must give at least three yuan a month before they are charged.

Zhao Qiumei's daughter, Zhao Yiwen, is only one year old, not yet one and a half years old, and can't walk, so she pays three yuan a month to send to the nursery class.

But even so, it is a lot more convenient for them.

It's just that on Saturdays and Sundays, the nursery class does not accept children, and if you put your child in the nursery class on Saturdays and Sundays, this is an additional price.

But that's enough, a few people are students, and there are no classes on Saturdays and Sundays.

Moreover, it is not so coincidental that all four people have classes, as long as one person is okay on the weekend, he can take care of four children.

Yun Qinghuan nodded when he heard this, thinking that this was very good, and he could take care of the children and go to school.

Even for them, they have to bear the rent and the cost of the nursery class every month, and they have no income, and they are afraid that they will be a little poor in life by relying on the school's subsidy.

After eating at Qiao Yue's place at noon, Yun Qinghuan still had something to do, so he left first.

She got in touch with the editor-in-chief of Guangming Newspaper in the past two days, saying that she planned to meet on the weekend, so she set up a park next to her.

When she arrived at the park, Yun Qinghuan saw a woman in her thirties neatly dressed and carrying a briefcase standing beside the pavilion and looking around, when she saw Yun Qinghuan, she was stunned, and then, as if she had reacted, her eyes lit up and she quickly walked over.

"You, you're Comrade Yunqing Huanyun, right?"

The woman opened her mouth with some uncertainty.

The two of them had sent each other photos, so they almost knew each other.

Yun Qinghuan saw that this woman in her thirties was her editor-in-chief, and her name was Chen Ping.

In an instant, there was also a smile on his face, and his whole face became a little brighter, "It's Director Chen, right?" I'm Yun Qinghuan, it's really hard to see your true face today, the real person is much younger than in the photo, and I almost didn't dare to recognize it. ”

She stepped forward and shook hands with Chen Ping.

Chen Ping saw that she was not mistaken, and happily shook hands with her.

"Where, where? I'm really older than you, my children are not a few years younger than you, I really didn't dare to admit you when I saw you just now, Comrade Yun, you are too beautiful! ”

Chen Ping couldn't hide her amazement.

In Kyoto, she is the editor-in-chief of a well-known newspaper, at the director level, to be honest, her social status is not low, her family background is not bad, she has seen many girls who have been pampered and raised up, and there are many beautiful ones, but few can be compared with Yun Qinghuan.

From the moment she saw Yun Qinghuan's photo, she knew that this was a beautiful girl, but she never thought that the real person was more beautiful and stunning than in the photo.

After all, the two have exchanged letters for more than two years, even if they didn't deliberately mention their family background, they can guess a little bit with just a few words.

From the beginning when Yun Qinghuan sent her a manuscript and sent letters, she only used the most ordinary postmark and the most inferior paper, and now, it is obvious that with the continuous increase of manuscript fees, the paper is getting better and better, and the postmark used is getting better and better, so I know that Yun Qinghuan's original family background is probably very poor.

Chen Ping knows how much Yun Qinghuan has earned for manuscripts, so to speak, many families in Kyoto may not have her money, and they know Yun Qinghuan's talent, and now, she has been admitted to Kyoto University, she is beautiful and has high emotional intelligence.

Chen Ping has a hunch that Yun Qinghuan's future is limitless.

Therefore, she did not slack off because of Yun Qinghuan's poor original family background.

When I came to see Yun Qinghuan today, I also specially wrote a letter to invite.

When Yun Qinghuan heard her words, he couldn't help but smile, "Director, don't call me Comrade Yun, it sounds weird, you can just call me Qinghuan, or Comrade Xiaoyun, it sounds kind." ”

"Moreover, if you praise me like this, I will really float easily."

Chen Ping was amused by her, and shouted, "Qinghuan, then don't call me director, just call me Sister Chen." ”

"Sister Chen."

Yun Qinghuan screamed.

The two of them glanced at each other and smiled, feeling that the distance between them had narrowed a lot.

After meeting, the two of them walked around the park, and when they saw that the time was almost up, they went to the state-run restaurant, ordered two dishes, a soup, and two bowls of rice, and chatted about things while eating.

In fact, Chen Ping came to Yun Qinghuan today, mainly to say the book "Exchanging Lives", "There is a director who has taken a fancy to your book and wants to make it into a movie, I don't know if you want him to make it?" This director is very famous, and if he shoots, I'm afraid he will give a lot of copyright fees. ”

Yun Qinghuan's heart moved, and he inquired about the information of this director, and when he knew that he was a director who was famous in later generations, he was a little moved.

She also wants to be a director herself, but after all, she has no experience in this area, and she doesn't have this major in school now, so Yun Qinghuan has been worrying about how to make movies.

Whether it's money, shooting skills, editing skills, etc., she doesn't know too much.

In her previous life, although she was an actress and filmed a lot of dramas, these things were done by professional personnel, and she only knew a little, and she didn't know much about the specifics.

What's more, there is definitely a difference between making movies in this era and making movies decades later, and she has a lot to learn.

"Sister Chen, can you let me think about it? Is it okay if I want to meet with this director? ”

Chen Ping smiled and nodded, "Naturally, yes, as an industry insider, I suggest that you agree to this shooting, the movies made by this director will generally be a big hit, and it will also drive your other books to make movies at that time, which will also be beneficial to your subsequent book writing." ”

Yun Qinghuan nodded seriously, and toasted her with tea instead of wine, "Sister Chen, thank you very much, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to get to this point today, it's too late, I'll toast you with tea instead of wine, next time, the two of us must have a good drink if we have the opportunity." ”

Chen Ping smiled and drank a cup of tea with her.

She originally liked talented people, but now, she was praised by Yun Qinghuan like this, and she liked her even more.

Yun Qinghuan knew that what he wrote was just because there were many novel elements that people of this era had not seen, and if it was a real essay or a storyline, it might not be as good as others.

But Chen Ping just recognized her and helped her a lot.

After eating, Chen Ping also gave her a silk scarf, saying that it was a meeting gift, the silk scarf was light blue, very beautiful and tasteful.

Yun Qinghuan accepted it and took out the meeting gift she was going to give her, which was a box of balsam cream made by herself. (End of chapter)