Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 328 Not for five fights but for nine fights [33]

After Chen Qing left, Liang Han took someone to proofread the manuscript. What Chen Qing meant was that it would be best to send out the magazine in early October.

There is not much time left for them. Fortunately, the manuscripts are ready-made, and they only need to do a good job of proofreading and typesetting.

Colleagues in the agency are proofreading the draft, while Liang Han is thinking about typesetting. He plans to select one of these illustrations and retouch and render it to be used as the cover.

As for the typesetting inside, there seems to be no room for display, because the manuscripts sent are basically fairy tales, and even the last novel seems to be the beginning of a children's fantasy novel.

""Harry Potter", just looking at the beginning, should be for children, but I didn't expect Zhang Zhong to be so proficient in children's literature. Although this "Harry Potter" looks quite ordinary, However, the quality of those nine fairy tales is very high, and it is unimaginable that all these manuscripts were written by one person." Liang Han muttered to himself while flipping through the last "Harry Potter".

However, where to put "Harry Potter" made Liang Han feel a little bit difficult.

It stands to reason that the one that should be placed at the end is the longest, and its genre is somewhat different from other stories.

But at the end, it seems that the position given to it is too important. In Liang Han's eyes, although "Harry Potter" is long, its quality is not as good as the other ones.

After thinking about it, Liang Han finally decided to hide "Harry Potter" in the middle.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that this "Harry Potter", which he was not very optimistic about, would create a hurricane in the world of fantasy novels.

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"Is there something wrong with Yuhan today, she is not with us?" Hu Huifang asked on the way to Jinling.

"She must spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with her family."

"Oh, yes, her parents both teach here in Jinling. Son, do you know where Yuhan's parents teach?"

Zhang Chong smiled and said, "Mom, don't you always catch people asking around, didn't you find out this bit of news?"

Hu Huifang rolled her eyes, "It's not that I'm disrespectful, can I really dig people out? Do you know that?"

"Where his parents teach, you will know later."

"Tch, you're still playing tricks on me."

"I heard that during the Mid-Autumn Festival, there will be a lantern festival in Jinling. During the day we will wander around, and at night I will take you to see the lantern festival."

"You can't be casual during the day. I heard that there is a duck blood vermicelli soup on the Drum Tower. Let's go and try it. Can we arrive at noon?" Zhang Xingjun said.

Zhang Zhong looked at the road ahead. Because it was the National Day holiday and the Mid-Autumn Festival was coming together, there was a lot of traffic on the expressway. However, if there were no traffic accidents, he should be able to arrive at noon. After all, the journey is not far.

"It depends on the situation. If there is a traffic jam, it may not be until night."

"It's better to take the high-speed rail. It's easy to arrive within an hour." Zhang Xingjun muttered.

Hu Huifang retorted, "It's easy to go by high-speed rail, but it's inconvenient to take a car when you go to a place to play. It's good to drive a car, and you can go wherever you want."

"I have inquired about it. The subway in Jinling is much more developed than ours in Jiangyang, and the subway can go anywhere."

"This car has been driven out, can it still be driven back?" Hu Huifang rolled her eyes.

Zhang Zhong didn't say a word. In fact, driving has the advantages of driving, and high-speed rail also has the advantages of high-speed rail. It depends on the choice.

Fortunately, they were not very lucky. Although the speed was not fast, they did not encounter traffic jams along the way and arrived in Jinling smoothly.

It was a coincidence that Zhang Xingjun was going to eat duck blood vermicelli before. Zhang Zhongding's hotel was just over the Drum Tower, very close to the place where he was going to eat duck blood vermicelli, and he could walk there.

The family cleaned up, and then went straight to the duck blood vermicelli shop.

Pengpeng is very motivated to eat that, so he trotted past without hugging him all the way.

The duck blood vermicelli shop that Zhang Xingjun found is very authentic. The shop is not big and is run by an old couple. However, there were no seats when they went, and they had to wait in line for a while to eat.

"Father, this duck blood vermicelli soup is quite different from what we usually eat." Pengpeng looked at the big bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup in front of him, his eyes widened, as if he saw something extraordinary.

Jiangyang also has a lot of duck blood vermicelli, and there are several noodle shops selling duck blood vermicelli at the gate of their community, but the duck blood vermicelli over there is boiled vermicelli with boiling water, then add some beef soup, then put a few slices of duck blood and crispy rice .

It is said to be duck blood vermicelli soup, but it is actually beef soup with two slices of duck blood, which is a bit nondescript.

"Is that delicious, or what we usually eat?" Hu Huifang asked.

Peng Peng took a sip of hot food, grinned and said, "This one is so fresh, this one is not spicy."

"It's delicious, then you can eat more." Zhang Zhong said with a smile.

Hu Huifang said, "Is it up to you to say that? You can't tell her to eat less, but if you tell her to eat more, wouldn't you be right for her?"

Decui is a local dialect of Jiangyang, which probably means the same thing as Zhengzhongxiahuai.

Pengpeng didn't know that grandma was teasing her, even if she knew, she didn't care, anyway, all she had eyes on was the delicious food in front of her.

While the family was eating, two boys who looked like students walked into the store.

As soon as they entered the door, one of them yelled at the back kitchen, "Uncle, take five duck blood fans away."

The boss said with a smile, "Didn't go home during the holidays."

"I'm not going back. Zhang Zhongzhong is coming to school. We'll all stay at school and wait for him." The boy looked around the store as he spoke, and saw a seat next to Zhang Zhong, so he came over and sat down.

After sitting down, he said to his companion, "You stand, or you can sit on my lap."

He patted his thigh, as if welcoming to sit down, but his companion said with a look of disgust, "I'd better stand."

The boss inside didn't know who Zhang Zhong was, so he asked, "What big star is Zhang Zhong?"

"That's much better than a star. If an ordinary star comes over, I won't bother him."

Zhang Zhong lowered the brim of his hat a little more.

Peng Peng, who was eating duck blood vermicelli soup, winked at Zhang Zhong and continued eating.

It is common for Pengpeng to hear her father's name from other people's mouths. At first, she sometimes wanted to show off that her father was Zhang Zhong, but after being told by Zhang Zhong a few times, she also It was corrected.

"Isn't that a big star, or a high official?"

"Senior officer? Uncle, do you think I look like a person who bends his waist for five buckets of rice? Let me tell you, Zhang Zhong is a great writer. He is known as the light of China, and he is also called Zhang Jiudou."

The boss brought out a bowl of duck blood vermicelli and gave it to the guests, and said with a smile, "No wonder you said you didn't bow down for Wudou, so this one weighs nine Dou."

(End of this chapter)