At the age of 17, she fought for the glory of her motherland!

Chapter 1117 Smoke is rising from the ancestral graves

Zhao Xinxin was so surprised when she heard Su Xing's words that her voice trembled slightly. "Is this true? Sister Su, is there really a publishing house willing to publish my poems?!"

Su Xing smiled and said, "Of course it's true. Of these publishing houses, I personally feel that Tiantian Publishing House is the largest and most comprehensive one. Of course, you can also learn about the other publishing houses. I can make a table and you can compare it carefully with your family and decide which one to sign with.

"Tiantian Publishing House" is a professional children's publishing house under the China Children's News Publishing House. It has published poetry collections such as "Selected Children's Poems by Famous Writers" and has signed many well-known children's literature writers. Its poetry collections have won the China Children's Literature Award many times.

This is the publishing house that she is most satisfied with among those that have sent her private messages and want to publish a collection of poems for Zhao Xinxin, but the final decision lies with Zhao Xinxin herself.

Zhao Xinxin said, "No one in my family understands this. Even my aunt doesn't know much about it. I'll just listen to you, Sister Su!"

Su Xing added: "You can also talk to your teacher about this matter."

This time Zhao Xinxin agreed, "Okay, I'll tell my teacher!"

In terms of modern poetry creation, it was Teacher Jiang who gave her a lot of guidance. Now that someone wants to publish a collection of poems for her, of course she has to tell Teacher Jiang!

However, when it came to choosing a publishing house, she trusted Sister Su in her heart. After all, Sister Su and the others were so smart and were students of Peking University!

She believed that Teacher Jiang would eventually believe Sister Su.

Su Xing added, "The editor over there wants to take a look at your other poems. When your grandfather's condition gets better, please send me a few more of your poems and I'll send them over."

The publishing house wants to see the overall level of the poems written by Zhao Xinxin.

Zhao Xinxin said excitedly: "Okay! I'll do it as soon as possible!"

"By the way." Su Xing instructed Zhao Xinxin again, "It's best not to let your second uncle and his family know about this matter for now."

Zhao Xinxin immediately said, "Don't worry, sister. I understand!"

Zhang Caifeng and Cheng Xiuning had been listening to the conversation between Su Xing and Zhao Xinxin. They were both happy for Zhao Xinxin.

At this moment, hearing Zhao Xinxin's serious tone like a little adult, they all laughed, and after laughing, they felt a little sad. Zhao Xinxin was really much more mature than most children of her age.

She was supposed to be an innocent and carefree age, but the price she paid for growing up so quickly was too high...

"Our Xinxin is amazing. She's already published a collection of poems at such a young age!"

"Of course, you're such an amazing little poet! When you publish your poem, you have to sign it for us!"

Zhao Xinxin felt embarrassed by the praise from the sisters, but despite her shyness, she still responded cheerfully, "Okay! I can sign any amount!"

Several people laughed.

After finishing the business, Su Xing urged Zhao Xinxin to go upstairs quickly. It was already early November, and the nights in the northwest were quite cold.

Zhao Xinxin agreed, said good night to her three sisters, and hung up the phone.

She was so excited that she called Teacher Jiang, who had helped her a lot, and told her the good news.

Although Teacher Jiang left her school after teaching for a year, he left her his phone number, which she had already memorized.

As soon as the phone rang, Zhao Xinxin couldn't wait to say, "Hello, Teacher Jiang! I'm Zhao Xinxin!"

A young female voice came from the other side, "It's Xinxin, how have you been lately?"

"I'm fine, teacher. How are you? Is your work going well?"

Teacher Jiang smiled and said, "As for me, I'm OK. Everything is pretty good."

After a brief greeting, Zhao Xinxin got straight to the point and mentioned that someone wanted to publish a collection of her poems.

Teacher Jiang was surprised and said, "Really? Tiantian Publishing House wants to publish your poems?! Is the person who told you this reliable?"

"Teacher, it's absolutely reliable! Sister Su and the others are amazing! They're students from Kyoto University!"

"A student from Kyoto University? How did you get to know him?"

"It's the ancient tomb complex near my home. Some archaeologists came this year, many of them are teachers and students from Peking University. Sister Su and her friends are digging graves there. They live in our village."

Teacher Jiang remembered that the ancient tomb group in Maoerling, Yuci, has always been a project under the charge of the Shanxi Provincial Institute of Archaeology. This time, teachers and students from Peking University came here, probably for field internship.

She said, "It seems that you have really met a noble person this time."

"Yes!"

Zhao Xinxin briefly recounted how she met Su Xing and others, and how Su Xing posted her poems online.

"So it went viral online? I'll check it out later!" Teacher Jiang paused, then added, "If Tiantian Publishing House wants to sign you, that would be fantastic! They specialize in children's publishing, so they'd be perfect for you!"

Zhao Xinxin smiled and said, "Sister Su said the same thing!"

The teacher and student chatted for a while, and Teacher Jiang promised Zhao Xinxin that after Su Xing's form was sent over, she would help her study it, and after the contract was confirmed, she would help her review the poems.

After the two ended their call, Zhao Xinxin went upstairs briskly.

No matter how mature Zhao Xinxin is, she is still a child after all. When something happy happens, she can't suppress her emotions and has a strong desire to share.

However, she remembered Su Xing's instructions not to let her second uncle's family know for the time being, and not to tell her grandparents either, as she was afraid they might let it slip.

She trusts her aunt more than her grandparents.

When she saw her aunt had just finished wiping grandpa's feet and was about to go out to pour water, she hurried after her.

"Aunt, I have something to tell you!"

Zhao Jinling poured out the water and turned to look at her niece. "What's the matter?"

What's wrong with this kid? Why is he so silly?

"Aunt! I have good news to tell you..."

"What good news?" The house is in a mess now, how can there be any good news?

Zhao Xinxin quickly told her aunt that she was going to publish a collection of poems.

Zhao Jinling's eyes widened. "You're going to publish a poem? Is that true?"

"Really! Aunt, Sister Su just told me!"

In the past few days, Zhao Jinling had heard that Su Xing and the others were students of Peking University. Because of her natural filter for academic elites, she immediately believed her niece's words.

This made her very happy!

"Oh my god! Our Zhao family has also produced a literary star! Xinxin, you're so amazing! Smoke is rising from the Zhao family's ancestral tombs!!"

She threw the basin in her hand away, reached out and took her niece's hand, looking her up and down carefully, as if she was meeting her niece for the first time.

Zhao Xinxin, who was originally very excited, was embarrassed by her aunt at this moment. "Aunt, I'm just happy. Let me tell you first, in fact, in the end, we are not sure whether we can sign..."

"Yes! Definitely! I think that classmate Su wouldn't tell you anything he wasn't sure about!"

Zhao Xinxin couldn't suppress the smile at the corner of her lips when she heard it, "That's right..."

"Don't tell your grandpa and grandma about this yet. I'll deduct some money from your uncle and aunt."

"Ok!"

"Put that smile off your face and stop being so clueless!"

"it is good!"

Zhao Xinxin rubbed her cheeks and tried to adjust her expression.

Zhao Jinling bent down and picked up the basin. "Let's go back."

……

After Zhao Jinzhu and Liu Xiaoyu returned home, they had another big fight.

Mainly, Liu Xiaoyu scolded her husband. She took out all the anger she had with Zhao Jinling on him.

Zhao Jinzhu was concerned that she was pregnant and was afraid that her anger would affect their son, so he didn't dare to retort.

"Alright, alright, Xiaoyu, calm down. The child won't be happy listening to this..."

Liu Xiaoyu cursed enough and began to wipe her tears again, "I was really blind back then. I married a useless thing like you. Not only am I broke, but I also have three burdens..."

Zhao Jinzhu grumbled unconvincedly, "Why are there only three of us who are dragging things down..."

Liu Xiaoyu raised her hand and hit him, "Look at your parents' health! Your mother was already sick! Even if your father is discharged from the hospital after suffering a cerebral hemorrhage, he will probably be paralyzed! They can't do anything. Who will take care of the child your eldest brother left behind?! I'm telling you, Zhao Jinzhu, your parents can't live in our house anymore! And don't even think about taking care of Zhao Xinxin!"

"Okay, okay, I know. You and the baby in your belly are our family. That damn girl Xinxin is very evil. I never thought of raising her! Big sister looks powerful, but she actually loves to worry about everything. No matter what, it never happens to us..."

"Don't even mention your older sister! Listen to what she said today! What a piece of shit! She really pissed me off!"

"That's it... But sometimes when she gets stubborn, she'll really do anything. I'm afraid she'll do something. Xiaoyu, how about... we give them a little more, just to avoid disaster..."

"Zhao Jinzhu!" Liu Xiaoyu threw a pillow at her husband. "You're really pissing me off! What kind of life are we living with? Having a child doesn't cost money. You've emptied the house. What are we going to do in the future?"

……

The next day, Zhao Jinzhu came to the hospital with panda eyes.

This time he came alone, Liu Xiaoyu didn't come.

This time he brought over another 10,000 yuan, which was the money the couple finally came up with after arguing for half the night.

Zhao Jinling counted out the eight red bills and sneered, "Eight thousand yuan? You've come up with a total of twenty-six thousand yuan from three or four times. Zhao Jinzhu, you're really good!"

Twenty-six thousand, plus the fifteen thousand she contributed, there is still a gap of tens of thousands.

She thought she had to pay back the part of the compensation that belonged to her niece.

"Sister, I'm really at my wit's end..."

Zhao Jinling dragged her brother out of the ward and slapped him twice more. "Zhao Jinzhu, you're really not afraid that I'll make a big deal out of this, are you?"

Zhao Jinzhu stiffened his neck and angrily shouted, "Zhao Jinling, that's enough! I've put up with you for so long! I've already paid nearly thirty thousand, what else do you want? No matter where you look at it, what I've paid is not a small amount! This is all I can give you right now! I don't have any money, but I have my life! If you have the guts, kill my whole family!"

After saying this, he quickly squeezed out from beside Zhao Jinling and ran away!

Zhao Jinling glared at her brother's back, breathing heavily in anger, "Zhao Jinzhu, just wait for me!"

Zhao Jinzhu turned back as he ran and said, "Zhao Jinling, I'm telling you, don't go too far!"

Zhao Jinling returned to the ward with her hands on her waist. When she faced her parents, the anger on her face had not yet subsided.

Old Master Zhao rolled his eyes and made a "hehe" sound from his mouth.

Grandma Xinxin wiped her husband's saliva.

Zhao Xinxin touched her grandfather's hand and asked, "Grandpa, what do you want to say? Don't be anxious..."

Mr. Zhao looked at his daughter. "You, you and Zhu, Zhuzi... what did you... say..."

Zhao Jinling said perfunctorily, "Nothing."

Mr. Zhao stared at his daughter and said stubbornly, "You, you tell me quickly!"

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PS: I made some modifications after the update last night and added two paragraphs. Those who can’t follow it can go back to the end of the previous chapter to take a look.

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