Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 425 Complete 23 Billion

After making a phone call, it was getting dark before he knew it, so Zhang Zhong stopped a car.

When they got home, they were still eating.

Seeing Zhang Chong come back, Hu Huifang asked, "Have you eaten?"

"Well, I've eaten, and I ate earlier on purpose." If it wasn't for Lin Lin's business and calling Xu Yuhan later, Zhang Zhong would be home before dark.

Pengpeng put down the chopsticks in his hand, twisted his buttocks, turned his face to Zhang Zhong, raised his hand and said, "Dad, I haven't cleared mines yet."

"Have you finished the homework the teacher gave you?" Zhang Zhong asked.

"almost."

"How much difference is it? The teacher asked you to draw seven things in your home. How many did you draw?"

Pengpeng stretched out her right hand, and spread her thumb and little finger.

"Have you drawn six?" Zhang Zhong smiled, unexpectedly, Peng Peng is quite diligent today.

Unexpectedly, Peng Peng shook his head and said, "Father is stupid, he can't even count, isn't this two fingers?"

Zhang Zhong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, who gestured twice with these two fingers?
But Pengpeng was right, she really only stretched out two fingers.

"Then you drew two and said it was almost done?"

Pengpeng nodded and said, "Of course, didn't Dad say that seven paintings aren't that much? I'm only short of five, and of course the difference is not much."

Zhang Zhong was really completely defeated.

Yes, before Pengpeng told him that the teacher assigned her homework and had to find seven things from home to draw. Zhang Zhong did say that seven pictures are not many.

But I didn't expect this sentence to be remembered by Peng Peng, and I even used it here.

Hu Huifang touched Pengpeng's head and said with a smile, "It seems that our family Pengpeng will be able to be a writer like my father in the future. This is very skillful."

Zhang Zhong smiled helplessly. Is this what you call talking about words?
Pengpeng was praised, and was about to be happy, but unexpectedly, Hu Huifang changed her tone and said, "But it's shameful to only draw two pictures. How about this, I will ask your father to keep the pad for me, and I will wait for you to draw again tonight." Once you finish one, you can play."

"Ah—" The long dragging sound expressed the girl's dissatisfaction, but she had no choice but to accept it obediently, "Okay then, I can draw a TV set."

"Okay, but you have to bring a picture."

"Ugh!"

This sigh came from Peng Peng, very helpless.

In fact, Pengpeng usually draws at home during the holidays, but most of the paintings are weird things that she thinks of, and each painting is several sheets of paper. If it were replaced by homework, it would have been completed long ago.

Teacher Qin's homework assignments in their class also vary from person to person. Because she knows that Pengpeng likes to draw and is learning to draw, she assigns her a painting homework.

But Teacher Qin didn't expect that the seven paintings would be a big problem for Peng Peng.

Most of the children are like this. When they encounter something they like, they will not be tired for a long time, but it is completely different when they are restricted by others.

Zhang Zhong also grew up since he was a child, so he naturally understands this situation very well.

When he was a child, his mind was always distracted in class, and when he was distracted, he liked to copy the words in the book with a pen.

But when the teacher assigned homework and asked him to copy the text, he lost interest at all.

Artists need unconstrained and unconstrained thinking, but Zhang Zhong has no intention of letting Pengpeng go, he thinks it is still necessary to cultivate her habit of completing tasks.

No matter how an artist is, he also needs self-discipline. If self-discipline cannot be achieved, the results of the artist will not be very good.

The task of taking Pengpeng to do homework was left to the mother, Zhang Zhong changed his clothes and went to the study.

There was no lottery draw recently, and all the books were distributed to Chen Qing, and he didn't have any tasks at hand.

However, he is currently studying the history of literature and some literature research topics. He will be the dean of a liberal arts school in a while. more professional.

The first thing to look at is the history of Chinese literature.

The history of Chinese literature is somewhat different from the history of Chinese literature, but the general direction is the same.

The source of Chinese literature is ancient ballads and myths.

In the early pre-Qin literature, literature, history and philosophy were inseparable. There was no such thing as pure literature, and culture took a comprehensive form.

In fact, it is not just Chinese literature, no matter what kind of literature it is, it was chaotic at the beginning.Some people think that literature is after the birth of words, but it is not.

Before the birth of writing, even before the formation of language, literature has actually begun to sprout.

Modern people are used to associating literature with words. In fact, literature is just a way of expressing thoughts. It may be a gesture, a syllable, or even an expression.

The birth of language and characters is just a division of literature.

As for the history of literature, Zhang Zhong is only looking at the flowers on horseback. What he needs to understand is not the source of literature, but the development of thousands of years, each star and the connection between stars in the vast sea of ​​stars in literature.

The study time passed quickly, and before I knew it, more than three hours had passed.

The stiff neck reminded Zhang Zhong to get up and walk around, and pour himself a cup of hot water by the way.

As soon as the hot water was poured, the computer rang, and an email was received in the mailbox.

Zhang Zhong took a closer look with his water glass in his hand. It was from Chen Qing. After he opened it, there was a picture inside.

The picture is very long, and the words on it are also very small. Zhang Zhong manipulated the mouse to zoom in on the picture to see what it is.

【Chinese Writers Rich List】

The first place on the list is Zhang Zhong's name.

The corresponding income after the name is: 23 billion Huaxia coins.

And the No.2 behind Zhang Zhong is also a familiar name, Yu Dongyu - 1.9 million Huaxia coins.

The gap between No.1 and No.2 is astounding.

But No.2 is Yu Dongyu, Zhang Zhong is also quite surprised, after all, Yu Dongyu didn't publish any works last year.

Although Yu Dongyu has a solid background, and his previous books are still being sold, and in the past two years, several books have been filmed and filmed, which has brought him a considerable increase in sales, but [-] million Huaxia coins are really too much. It's too much, after all, Yu Dongyu's annual income has never reached this figure for so many years.

This list has a lot of water, and Zhang Zhong can basically be sure, because he knows whether he has earned 23 Huaxia coins or not.

He didn't look at the rest of the list, but called Chen Qing.

"Where did this list come from?"

"The list is issued by the government. It is the list of the richest writers in China, the one made by Wu Fei."

Zhang Chong frowned. He had heard of Wu Fei a little bit. He was the founder of the Rich List of Chinese Writers. Wu Fei's list of the Rich List of Chinese Writers had been held for eleven times, and it was quite authoritative.

Wu Fei himself was an editor, and later became a reporter. He made this list in his early 20s.

But with the list in front of him, Zhang Zhong really couldn't laugh or cry, "Do you think I want to find this editor Wu?"

"Why are you looking for him?" Chen Qing asked strangely.

"Ask him for money, and ask him to make up for this year's 23 billion."

(End of this chapter)