Qian Dahua choked. She didn't expect her third daughter to be at home too. Qian Dahua had never cared about her eldest daughter's maidservants. But four years ago, there was an earth-shaking change. She didn't expect that her third daughter, who she looked down on, would be the top scorer. Her precious grandson failed the exam and was sent to the police station.
In the following days, Qian Dahua's heart was tormented.
At home, her second son's family had always resented her for spoiling him when his son was sent to the police station. Qian Dahua didn't want to take the blame for this. She could only blame those hooligans who seduced her grandson.
In the village, everyone envied her for having a good granddaughter. They would definitely enjoy the blessings of a granddaughter in the future. Qian Dahua, however, couldn't say anything. Her eldest daughter's daughter wasn't close to her at all. She really wanted her third daughter's results to be her second son's eldest grandson's.
Unfortunately, it was just a thought.
Illiterate people in the countryside were naturally afraid of people who read a lot. After Zhang Miaomiao went to university, Qian Dahua's attitude toward her changed a little, although she wasn't very warm to her.
Hearing Zhang Miaomiao's words, Qian Dahua's imposing manner suddenly weakened. She said, "Third Daughter, you're home too? Didn't you hear that Shugen is hungry? "
Zhang Miaomiao looked at Lao Wu, who was about to turn into a meatball, and said, "Grandmother, we just came back from the fields. Aren't we cooking now?"
Qian Dahua's expression immediately turned ugly. If it were someone else, Qian Dahua would have already exploded. However, when it came to Zhang Miaomiao, who had gone to university, Qian Dahua held back her anger until her face turned red.
Zhang Shugen tugged at Qian Dahua's sleeve and pouted. "Grandmother, I'm so hungry. I want to eat."
Qian Dahua's heart ached. She glanced at Zhang Miaomiao and couldn't help but say, "Let's make something for Tree Root to eat first. It won't be too late for you guys to cook later."
Zhang Miaomiao asked, "Grandma, Miao Cao and I have been working in the fields since we were seven or eight years old, cutting grass and raising cattle. Zhang Miaogen is eight years old now. What is he doing? "
"Zhang Miaomiao, what do you mean?" Qian Dahua hugged Zhang Shugen.
Zhang Miaomiao sneered, "Nothing. I just want to ask grandma, what is your precious eldest cousin brother doing now?"
His words made Qian Dahua's face turn green and purple.
Zhang Miaomiao's eldest cousin, Zhang Shurong, was currently imprisoned in the county jail. All of this was the result of Qian Dahua's spoiling. Zhang Miaomiao's second aunt hated this mother-in-law to the bone.
Zhang Miaomiao was not interested in looking at her grandmother Qian Dahua's side beam. When she turned around and was about to return to the kitchen, she was attracted by a ring of the bell. At the same time, there was a shout, "Female top scorer, female top scorer, Zhang Miaomiao, you have a registered letter."
"Registered letter? Where did it come from? "Zhang Miaomiao had some guesses in her heart. As she walked towards the gate of the courtyard, she asked eagerly.
"Look, the mailing address is from Hai City." The postman in military uniform rode a bicycle and quickly arrived at Zhang Miaomiao's courtyard.
Hai City?
When Zhang Miaomiao heard this, her heart thumped non-stop.
Before she graduated, she had sent a novel manuscript to Hai City's Youth Digest and Revolutionary Story Club. She didn't expect to get a response so soon. However, Zhang Miaomiao was a little worried that it was a letter to return the manuscript, so she hesitated for a moment.
"Female top scorer, this is the address of the publishing house." The postman took out an envelope from his bag and handed it to Zhang Miaomiao.
Zhang Miaomiao looked at the thin envelope, and her heart was suddenly filled with hope. She took it excitedly.
The postman was assigned a job after graduating from technical secondary school. He could be considered to have some knowledge. Seeing Zhang Miaomiao so excited, he couldn't help but ask, "Did you write an article and submit it?"
Zhang Miaomiao nodded. "I don't know if it's good news or bad news."
The postman smiled. "It must be good news. A registered letter to return a manuscript can't be so thin. "
Zhang Miaomiao also had the same hope in her heart. She couldn't help but pray that the novel would be accepted. Then, her hands trembled as she prepared to open the envelope.
Qian Dahua's scars were exposed, and she was so embarrassed that she almost cursed out loud. However, she was interrupted by the postman's shout. Later, when she heard the postman say that Zhang Miaomiao had written an article to submit, Qian Dahua's mood suddenly became complicated.
Although she didn't quite understand the matter of submitting an article, the people who wrote the articles in the newspaper were all knowledgeable people. Qian Dahua was instinctively in awe. Unfortunately, when the author became Zhang Miaomiao, Qian Dahua felt embarrassed.
After all, her eldest grandson was in the police station, and the girl she looked down on had a great future. This was simply a slap in Qian Dahua's face.
After tearing the seal of the envelope, Zhang Miaomiao's hands were trembling, and she was even a little scared.
This was the first time Zhang Miaomiao had written a novel. Although she had published it in the school magazine before, it was all prose and poetry. It was still very different from a novel. What's more, the origin of Zhang Miaomiao's article was also thanks to that dream.
It was mainly about the story of the protagonist who went back to school after a sleep and embarked on another bright road, but in the end, there was only money and emptiness left. Finally, after waking up and finding that everything was a dream, the protagonist was greatly relieved and began to cherish the present life.
Zhang Miaomiao submitted only a quarter of the story, about 50,000 words. Thinking that if it could pass the review, then she would finish the rest. Just looking at the thin paper, Zhang Miaomiao didn't dare to open it. She looked up and saw the postman's expectant eyes. Zhang Miaomiao handed the letter to him, "Comrade, please take a look at it for me."
The postman was a little surprised. He was about to take the envelope, but he was robbed halfway.
A pleasant male voice said, "What are you afraid of? The female champion is so powerful. She can definitely do it. Let me help you." Then he opened the envelope and took out the paper.
Zhang Miaomiao looked in the direction of the voice and saw a handsome man with a tall and straight figure. He was wearing a white singlet, revealing his muscles. The lower body was wearing bell-bottom jeans, which just showed the slender and strong thighs. His hair was combed in the middle and slightly buttoned on both sides, making him look like those stars in Harbor City.
Zhang Miaomiao frowned. The gangsters on the street often dressed like this. She didn't know this person. She immediately wanted to get the letter back.
The man turned and raised the letter high. Zhang Miaomiao was anxious. She jumped up to grab it, but directly threw herself into the man's arms.
"Female champion, you, what are you doing?" The man looked at Zhang Miaomiao innocently.
Although Qian Dahua didn't like Zhang Miaomiao, she couldn't watch a man take advantage of her under her nose. She picked up the stick and teased the man.
The man immediately held Zhang Miaomiao and spun around to the road outside the yard.
Such close contact, a unique male smell was inhaled into the nose. Zhang Miaomiao's head was a little dizzy and her face was hot. She pushed the man away and said angrily, "Who are you? Give me the letter. "
"Brat, what are you doing?" At the door of the next yard, Grandma Qin heard the movement and poked her head out. At a glance, she saw Qin Shan holding a letter in his hand. Zhang Miaomiao was staring at it. She immediately knew what her grandson had done and shouted.
At the same time, the postman also disagreed, "Qin Shan, how can you bully the female champion? This is the female champion's letter. You have to respect her." But in his heart, he thought, why is Qin Shan different from before?
"Qin Shan?" Zhang Miaomiao looked at Grandma Qin next door, and then at the man in front of her. Is this the short bean sprout Qin Shan from Miss Xia's family? "Short bean sprout?"
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