The five daughters of the Nie family, this one made up a little bit, and that one made up a little bit, and they directly helped Nie Mingcheng get together the house, bride price and wedding banquet.

Of course, that's an afterthought.

Anne finished the call and paid the phone bill, but did not leave the post office in a hurry.

She glanced around, and finally, her eyes fell on the newspaper rack standing in the corner.

Anne walked over a few steps and pulled out a clip with several newspapers in it.

Anne roughly browsed and found that this was an evening newspaper issued in the provincial capital, and the distribution scope was the whole province.

The evening newspaper has a lot of pages, in addition to current affairs, local news, and a special literary section.

There are separate articles in the literature section, as well as serials.

Anne looked at the essays intensively, well, there were prose, there were poems, there was documentary literature, there were many forms, but the content was all positive eulogies.

Very characteristic of this era.

"Dad, what are you doing reading the newspaper?"

The bride price and other issues are expected to be solved, and the big stone in Nie Mingcheng's heart has also fallen to the ground.

For his father who can help him solve the problem, he is not so repulsed.

Seeing his father standing in front of the newspaper shelf, flipping through the newspapers one by one, and sometimes not forgetting to record things in a small notebook, Nie Mingcheng couldn't help but be a little curious.

He approached his father and asked cautiously.

Anne gave him a faint look, did not speak, and continued to look through the other newspapers.

She went through all the newspapers that could be distributed in the county, and recorded all the addresses and telephone numbers of those literary sections.

With that done, Anne returned to the counter and bought a large stack of stationery, a dozen envelopes, and several sheets of stamps.

"Dad, you, what are you?"

The more Nie Mingcheng looked at it, the more confused he became, his father was usually the most economical, and he could "repay" his son-in-law to pay for it, he would never take it out of his pocket.

is the money he just called, and it is estimated that his old man can find a reason to "reimburse" Nie Jinxiu.

But you can buy stationery, envelopes, stamps, etc., it's not the same as making a phone call. The matter of making a phone call, it can still be pushed to serious matters, and if you say it a little, Nie Jinxiu will give money.

Letter paper or something, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it's serious.

Anne didn't seem to hear Nie Mingcheng's words, and after buying the stamps, she suddenly thought of something, and asked the eldest sister at the counter, "Are there any monkey stamps?"

"Yes, do you want it?"

The eldest sister came to the spirit.

Monkey tickets or something, there are not many people who pay attention to them in their small county.

In these days, people buy stamps more for mailing, and there are philatelic collectors, but there are very few.

After all, everyone has just been able to eat enough, and life is difficult, where can I take care of any interest investment?

The stamps were issued last year, but they didn't sell well.

Their post office simply issued an apportionment order to the staff, and if they couldn't sell it, they would digest it internally.

The eldest sister was "divided" into five sets.

But she really doesn't need it, a set is three yuan, and five sets are fifteen yuan.

This is already half a month's salary for her younger, and with this money, it is not fragrant to sell meat.

"More money?" Anne's eyes lit up, this was a leak that must be picked up in the eighties.

"Three pieces. I have five sets, if you want them, I, I'll give you a cheaper. The eldest sister said eagerly.

"Cheng, give it all to me. ”

Anne touched her pocket, fortunately, when she went out today, the original owner was used to being cautious, and she brought all the private money she had on hand when she went out.

Not much, not too much, a full twenty dollars.

I spent more than three dollars on stationery, envelopes, stamps, and so on, and now I have less than seventeen dollars left.

"Then you give me thirteen dollars, it can't be lower. I'm an internal price. ”

The eldest sister looked left and right, and said in a low voice.

"Okay. ”

Anne didn't bargain, she took out a handkerchief and shook it open, revealing five, one, and one dime bills.

counted and handed the eldest sister thirteen dollars. The eldest sister tinkered with the counter for a while, and turned out five new sets of monkey tickets.

Anne took it carefully, looked at it carefully, and made sure that there was no problem, so she carefully put the stamp away.

"Dad?!"

Nie Mingcheng became more and more confused.

Daddy, what's wrong?

Suddenly spend a lot of money on a bunch of stamps that you can't eat or wear?

Even if you want to send a letter, you don't have to buy so much.

Moreover, didn't he already buy a lot of them just now, why did he still buy them?

"Shut up, I'll talk about it when I have something to say!"

Anne fastened the bag, tucked it under her right armpit, and walked out of the post office with her head up.

That look, like an old cadre in the countryside, full of style.

Nie Mingcheng hurriedly followed.

As soon as he got out of the post office and turned to an intersection where no one was around, Nie Mingcheng opened his mouth to speak.

As a result, before he could speak, Anne stuffed the letterhead, envelope and other things she had just bought into Nie Mingcheng's arms.

"Dad, this—I bought this?"

Nie Mingcheng didn't need to look in the mirror, he knew that his expression at the moment must be stupid.

But he really wondered.

"Well, didn't you say that you wrote the article correctly?"

Anne looked directly into Nie Mingcheng's eyes and said seriously, "You Lao Tzu and I were a famous 'little showman' in the unit back then, and I was even better at writing articles, although you kid is not very much like me, but you are my species, nothing else, shake the pen, it should be okay." ”

"My essay is so well written that my teacher praised me several times in class. Also, I read my essays as model essays, and my essays are often posted on the blackboard at the back of the classroom!"

When it comes to what he is best at, Nie Mingcheng rarely straightens up in front of his father.

His fair and thin face was flushed with excitement, his eyes were full of stars, and the essays he wrote were regarded as model essays by the teacher several times, but he was his greatest pride.

He's not really useless.

"Then write it well, write it, and send it directly to the newspaper. ”

Anne pulled out another newspaper, it turned out that when she bought monkey tickets with her eldest sister just now, she took the opportunity to ask her eldest sister for some expired old newspapers.

Anyway, what Anne wants is just the literary section of the newspaper, not the news, and it doesn't matter if it doesn't expire.

"What, send it, send it to the newspaper?" Nie Mingcheng was a little dumbfounded.

He writes well, and usually writes some small poems or prose, but at most he entertains himself, secretly intoxicating himself in his room.

asked him to submit an article, or to the newspaper, Nie Mingcheng's first reaction was that he didn't dare.

It's a newspaper, and it's written by the real masters.

And he, at best, is a young man who loves literature, and there is a difference of 108,000 miles between him and a writer or something.

"No, I, I can't!"

Nie Mingcheng held the letter papers, and suddenly felt a little hot, and he hurriedly shook his head.

"Why not? I'll tell you, I've bought all the letterheads, if you don't write it to me, see how I clean you up!"

Anne knew that for such a cowardly and useless person, it was useless to reason or anything, and it was better to intimidate directly by force.

Sure enough, seeing Anne's cold face and slightly raised palm, Nie Mingcheng's nervous Adam's apple rolled up and down, hurriedly nodded, and said obediently, "Write, I'll write!"