Chapter 326: Not Five Fights but Nine Fights [3/3]
After Chen Qing left, Liang Han took someone to proofread the manuscript. Chen Qing meant that it would be best to send the magazine out in early October.
There is not much time left for them. Fortunately, the manuscripts are now ready, and they only need to do proofreading and typesetting.
Colleagues in the agency were proofreading the manuscript, while Liang Han was thinking about typesetting. He planned to select one of these illustrations and retouch and render it to use as the cover.
There seems to be no room for improvement in the layout, because the manuscripts given 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 front part, should be for children. 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. It is really unimaginable that these manuscripts were all written by one person." Liang Han murmured to himself while flipping through the last "Harry Potter".
However, Liang Han was a bit confused as to where to place "Harry Potter".
Logically speaking, it should be placed at the end, as it is the longest and the type is somewhat different from other stories.
But putting it at the end seems to give it too important a place. 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.
But what he never thought was that "Harry Potter", which he was not very optimistic about, would create a huge hurricane in the world of fantasy novels.
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"Did Yuhan have something to do today? Why didn't she come with us?" Hu Huifang asked on the way to Jinling.
"She will definitely spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with her family."
"Oh, yes, her parents teach here in Jinling. Son, do you know where Yuhan's parents teach?"
Zhang Chong said with a smile, "Mom, don't you always catch people asking questions, but you haven't found out this bit of information?"
Hu Huifang rolled her eyes, "I'm not without sense. I can really dig into someone else's details? Do you know that?"
"You will find out later where his parents teach."
"Hey, you're still trying to hide yourself from me."
"I heard that during the Mid-Autumn Festival, there will be a lantern festival in Jinling. During the day we will stroll around, and in the evening 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 over there in the Drum Tower that is good. Let's go over and try it. Can we get there at noon?" Zhang Xingjun said.
Zhang Zhong looked at the road conditions in front of him. Since it was the National Day holiday and the Mid-Autumn Festival, there was a lot of traffic on the highway. However, if there were no car accidents, he should be able to arrive at noon. After all, the journey was not far.
"It depends on the situation. If there's a traffic jam, we might not be able to get there until night."
"It's better to take the high-speed rail. You can get there in an hour and it's more relaxing." 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 get to places. It's great to drive. You can go wherever you want."
"I've made inquiries. The subway in Jinling is much more developed than in Jiangyang. You can go anywhere by subway."
"This car has been driven out, can it still be driven back?" Hu Huifang rolled her eyes.
Zhang Zhong didn't say anything. In fact, driving has the advantages of driving, and high-speed rail also has the advantages of high-speed rail. It just depends on the choice.
Fortunately, they were not very lucky. Although the speed was not very fast, they did not encounter traffic jams along the way and arrived at Jinling smoothly.
Zhang Xingjun wanted to eat duck blood vermicelli before. It was a coincidence that Zhang Zhongding's hotel was right next to the Drum Tower. It was very close to the place where he wanted to eat duck blood vermicelli and could be reached on foot.
The family tidied up and went straight to the Duck Blood Vermicelli Shop.
Pengpeng was very motivated to eat, so he didn’t hold himself tightly along the way and just trotted over.
The duck blood vermicelli shop that Zhang Xingjun found was very authentic. It was not a big store and was run by an old couple. However, when they went there, there were no seats available and they had to queue for a while before they could eat.
"Dad, this duck blood vermicelli soup is very different from what we usually eat." Pengpeng looked at the large bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup in front of him, his eyes widened, as if he had seen something extraordinary.
There are also many duck blood vermicelli in Jiangyang. There are several noodle shops at the entrance of their community that sell duck blood vermicelli. However, the duck blood vermicelli there is just scalded vermicelli with boiling water and then added with some beef soup, and then put a few slices of duck blood and crispy rice noodles.
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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 this delicious, or is the food we usually eat delicious?" Hu Huifang asked.
Pengpeng took a hot sip and said with a grin, "This one is so fresh, this one is not spicy."
"It's delicious, then you should eat more." Zhang Zhong said with a smile.
Hu Huifang said, "What do you need to say? You can't tell her to eat less. If you tell her to eat more, won't she be the winner?"
Decui is a local dialect of Jiangyang, which probably means the same thing as Zhengzhong Xihuai.
Pengpeng didn't know that grandma was teasing her, and even if she knew, she wouldn't care. Anyway, all she sees now is the delicious food in front of her.
While the family was having dinner, two boys who looked like students walked into the store.
As soon as he entered the door, one of them shouted to the kitchen, "Uncle, take five portions of duck blood fans with you."
The boss said with a smile, "I haven't been home for the holidays."
"I'm not going back. Zhang Zhong is coming to school. We are all staying at school waiting for him." The boy said and looked inside the store again. When he saw a seat next to Zhang Zhong, he came over and sat down.
After sitting down, he said to his companion, "You can stand, or you can sit on my lap."
He patted his thigh as if welcoming him to sit down, but his companion looked disgusted and said, "I'd better stand."
The boss inside didn't know who Zhang Zhong was, so he asked, "What kind of big star is Zhang Zhong?"
"That's much better than a celebrity. If an ordinary celebrity came over, I wouldn't be jealous of him."
Zhang Zhong lowered the brim of his hat a little further.
Pengpeng, who was eating duck blood and vermicelli soup, winked at Zhang Zhong and continued eating.
It is a common thing for Pengpeng to hear her father's name from other people's mouth. At first, she sometimes wanted to show off to others that her father was Zhang Zhong, but after Zhang Zhong said it several times, she also
It was corrected.
"Isn't that a big star, or a high official?"
"High official? Uncle, do you think I am a man who is willing to give up for five buckets of rice? Let me tell you, Zhang Zhong is a great writer, known as the light of China, and is also called Zhang Jiudou."
The boss brought out a bowl of duck blood vermicelli to give to the guests and said with a smile, "No wonder you said you wouldn't give in to five dou. It turns out this one weighs nine dou."