I'm just sorry for plagiarism

The right is to find money.

Thinking about it, the train station is not far from the suburbs, so this trip is less than half of the trip to Beijing. Naturally, it can't be that expensive.

Only then did the eldest pat her head lightly, stuffed the change into her pocket, then waved her hand and got out of the car.

It happened that there was a city bus parked next to it.

Li Xia didn't stay idle anymore, and ran into the car dragging his luggage.

Seeing that the passengers were almost all packed, the bus driver who was holding the steering wheel no longer cared about the two or three empty seats that were left unoccupied. Instead, he stepped on the accelerator and staggered towards Yecheng City. Drive off to the center.

…………

Another bumpy journey.

After half an hour.

The barren and sparse suburban scenery nearby was gradually forgotten, and what came into view was a bustling commercial street in the city center.

It looks very prosperous, but in terms of the flow of people, it is unmatched by the three Sanhuai.

Not to mention that there are many buildings, and the steel and iron frames are like a huge wing, standing quietly above the sky, shading the bright and hot summer sun.

There are so many people, everything looks so prosperous.

Even the roadside stalls that used to be densely packed on the roadside selling goods are no longer visible, replaced by very formal roadside dining halls.

Such a scale is simply a landscape that will be difficult for future generations to match.

It is 13 years now, but to be honest, even if it is 18 years or even 19 years in later generations, compared to the level of development, it cannot be compared with the current Yecheng.

The eldest lady is naturally not thick-skinned enough to attribute all these credits to herself, and it is impossible to put money on her face without any scruples, saying that she occupies the main responsibility for the development of this city.

But in all fairness, she did... have a lot of credit for the previous proposals in the county.

Recalling the rather profound old face of the county magistrate Lu, the eldest lady couldn't help but smile knowingly.

Especially when the tourists in the bus sketched their heads and looked out the window, and then carefully looked at the high-end county that was completely different from their own impressions.

Those gasping voices.

There are also whispers one after another.

It made the young miss feel a lot of pride.

Do you see it?This is Yecheng!

30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi!

Is it no longer the barren and dilapidated small county town it used to be?

What is rapid development?

That's called growing fast!

"Is this Yecheng? Is it real or not? Didn't we come to the wrong place?"

"Yeah, didn't I travel here a few years ago, and I'm ashamed to mention it here! It's dirty and messy, and the law and order are not good! How come it's only a few years, and it's developed to this point Has it reached the point?"

"At first glance, I thought it was Shanghai..."

"That's right, did we come in the wrong direction? This can't be Sanhuai next door..."

Surprises kept whispering.

Even from time to time, there was the rustling of pages being turned.

It is estimated that some unbelieving tourist was flipping through the local map there, thinking that he really went in the wrong direction and came to the once developed small county next door.

The movement of turning the book was unusually loud, even the unbelievable tone in the tone followed like a shadow.

Listening to the chatter in her ears, the eldest lady did not speak, and even slightly pursed her mouth, outlining a playful arc.

She seems to like this amazing attitude very much. After all, outsiders' praise of her hometown is much more meaningful than other people who specialize in herself, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

Still the same sentence, residents with local plots, who would not want to watch their hometown flourish and connect with the world?

Instead, he was sitting in the driver's seat, and the driver who was holding the steering wheel grinned, and followed up with a loud and clear voice with a local Yecheng accent and an extraordinarily proud voice.

"You are right, this is Yecheng! It is the small backward and poor city that used to be! But, it has changed its appearance three years ago, and the locals know it! You tourists, don't you come here often?"

Just at this time.

The bus is slowing down.

The flow of people nearby is gradually bustling.

It seems to be downtown.

Even looking forward, the precarious community sign of Xia's mansion also vaguely appeared in his eyes.

The eldest lady stopped talking, stepped on the bus deftly, and left the bus.

From the tip of the nose, there is a familiar smell of pasta and dessert.

Above the head, it was the bright and diffuse warm sun shining slightly.

The eldest lady suddenly let out a long sigh of relief.

From the bottom of my heart, but without warning, I felt a faint joy and a sudden enlightenment.

Ok.

She nodded, sighing to herself.

Go home feeling good.

442 Chapter 443, the solution

When I got home, the whole house was a little cold.

Mom is not at home, and neither is Dad.

Nothing wrong with that.

This time period happened to be 08:30 in the morning, the company's work stall. As the vice president of Blue Sky Media, it was naturally impossible for my father to hide at home and work abroad at this time.

To put it more aptly, as the company's position in the Xia family's father has risen, the number of times the old man stays in the company all day is definitely much more than the number of times he comes back for the night. You can see him holding a newspaper in the early morning and honestly speaking. Sitting in the living room and eating breakfast, that is the real luxury.

In addition, in order not to worry the elders, the eldest lady did not tell the specific schedule of her arrival in Yecheng, so it was only natural that no one greeted her.

And as for mom.

Although I don't know how my mother lived at home after I left?But judging from her previous life trajectory, she is already playing mahjong with those seven aunts and eight aunts at the neighbor's house?Or prepare breakfast for one person?

Naturally, it disappeared.

Anyway, being bored, the eldest lady just shook her head, casually threw the luggage she had been dragging all the way at the entrance, then put on her slippers and opened her room, burying her head in the bed and rolling around for a while.

Well, even after studying in the capital for half a year, my small room looks spotless, and I can't see any dust even if I just swipe my fingers on the pillowcase or the desk.

Yecheng is not a city in the north, but even if there is not much dust, if it accumulates over time, it will decorate the empty houses with gray.And the current cleanliness is obviously because someone is cleaning it from time to time.

Well, that's beside the point.

Shaking his head, he lay down on the bed for a while.

Wait until the two fair calves running all the way are not so sore.

Only then did the eldest lady stretch, and slowly stood up from the bed, then connected the laptop to the wire, and pressed the power button.

As I said before, there are still [-] words of manuscripts to be submitted, and it happens that tomorrow is the due date once a week, so the young miss naturally has to hurry up.

Fortunately, this section of the manuscript does not require much writing skills. It is nothing more than recommending some psychological descriptions of intrigue along the plot. It will definitely be done easily in more than an hour.

Well, if you want to talk about what kind of jokes are the most difficult to write in online articles, at least in Li Xia's eyes, lyrical plots must occupy the top spot.

After all, starting from exaggerating the atmosphere of the article, then thinking about the dialogue between the characters, and even ensuring that the writing is wonderful and the dialogue resonates, it is a very energy-consuming task.

But the narrative plots written now are different.

You don't need to think too much, as long as you enter the world of the article as the plot changes, carefully observe every move of the characters in the play, and every frown and smile is completely enough.

To put it more precisely, in the eyes of the eldest lady, in fact, many times the plot is not conceived and created by herself, but is promoted by the characters in the play according to their own wishes.

Such a statement is somewhat stream-of-consciousness.

But I have to admit that some well-known great writers have similar feelings when they create.

As a sculptor said?

"There was already an eagle in the stone. I eliminated the excess part, and it flew up naturally."

The realm of creation is actually similar to this feeling.

Of course, the eldest lady doesn't want to be compared with those real well-known great authors, after all, her own morality is indeed not as good as those people.

There are a lot of cranky thoughts.

Shaking his head, his subordinates were not sloppy at all.

Write like a god.

After a while, the blank document was covered with dense square fonts.

And she looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, and it was only 09:30 at the moment, and it was not even half an hour before she turned on the computer and started writing.

This is probably the case when Evans is springing up. It may take more than an hour or even two hours to save a [-]-word manuscript, but it feels like it can be done in less than half an hour.

Shaking her head, seeing that the work was done, the eldest lady saved the document first, then clicked on it again, and went through the [-]-word manuscript to be handed in this week from top to bottom, checking whether there was anything left Spelling or typos and the like.

She read it a little perfunctorily, and even many chapters were jumping and flipping, which can be called ten lines at a glance.

It's not that she has confidence in her own article, and there will be no such low-level omissions in the manuscript.

It can even be said that on the contrary, with Mr. Chow Yun-fat's carefree personality, basically every manuscript submitted has at least [-] typos, or even [-] omissions.

King of typos, there is wood.

The error rate is three to five times or even more that of other authors on the same platform.

But what can be done?After all, they are the pillars of the platform, and they are the No. 1 popularity traffic in juvenile literature.

Anyway, it's just a facade. If there are too many flaws in Tai Zhuzi's article, it will definitely not be a good thing for juvenile literature. Therefore, once the article is uploaded by the eldest lady, it will inevitably undergo double review by the editors on the site. The staff will check and revise most of the painful feet in the article before it will be published in the new issue of the magazine.

This is how Mr. Chow Yun-fat can get this kind of treatment. If the manuscripts submitted by other authors have so many typos, it’s fine if they don’t get sprayed and then sent back to write again. How can the editors on the platform help him with a single word? One word to review and modify?

As for the eldest lady, since she has someone to help her figure it out anyway, she is naturally happy and leisurely, and is too lazy to spend too much energy on rewriting the level of the article.

Well, this temper is too much to throw away the shopkeeper.

Still the same sentence, only this teacher Chow Yun-fat, who has created a sales miracle, dares to speak so boldly. If it were any other author, he would have been troubled by all kinds of troubles.

After taking a few casual glances, the more obvious word order errors and punctuation omissions were corrected.

The eldest lady packed up this manuscript and delivered it to the mailbox of juvenile literature.

This can also be regarded as a routine that she has to do every week since she signed a contract with Juvenile Literature, and there is really no need to do too much.

But when she opened the webpage, she still couldn't help but sigh with emotion, it really is that the Internet speed at home is faster.

It didn't even take five seconds before the mailbox interface was presented in front of my eyes.

If it's the messy campus network in the school, it's not a big deal if you don't get stuck on the login interface for five or six minutes.

It's a bit off topic. ,

Seeing that the work was done, the eldest lady closed the notebook again, yawned, and planned to lie on the soft bed and sleep with one hand.

During this period of time, she got up very early, and finally the exam was over, and the update also came to an end, so naturally she had to take a good rest.

It was just at the moment when she had just covered the quilt, put on the blindfold, and was about to sleep soundly.

The phone in the trouser pocket vibrated.

"Disappointment..."

The eldest lady sighed, sat upright on the soft bed again, and took out her mobile phone.

Originally, I didn't plan to answer the phone, because I was really stuck at the moment.

But seeing a series of familiar numbers on the caller ID, she was still a little helpless, and reluctantly pressed the connect button.

"Hey, Lu Xu, why is it you again?"

Yep, it's him again.