The Beginning of the World: Going to the Countryside as an Educated Youth

"I just wrote it randomly. I just wanted to submit it and give it a try. I know what I'm doing." Zhao Dongchuan said.

"Okay, it's good that you have this mentality. What genre do you write in? Is it a novel or a poem? I can help you decide which magazine or journal is more suitable for you to submit it to." Du Lili asked.

“I just wrote a little poem.”

Although this poem is very popular in another world, Zhao Dongchuan is not sure whether it can be passed here. After all, there are many accidental factors and he dare not publicize it too much.

"As for poetry, I think that journal is suitable for you."

"In fact, it would be best to submit to the specialized poetry magazine "Xingxing", but it has been discontinued due to some special reasons. "People's Literature" also has a poetry section and is also the most authoritative national literary journal, but it has been discontinued now, and I don't know when it can be resumed." Speaking of this, Du Lili seemed a little melancholy.

Zhao Dongchuan was also a little confused at this time. He actually forgot about this matter completely. This was not an ordinary time. It was still the special period of ten years. Many newspapers and magazines were forced to cease publication.

Alas, is this road unworkable? Other time travelers have copied in various ways, killed many enemies, and gained both fame and fortune.

Unexpectedly, this approach was blocked for him, and Zhao Dongchuan was a little depressed.

Du Lili also saw Zhao Dongchuan's depression and comforted him, "It's okay. Those nationally renowned newspapers and magazines have stopped publishing, but you can try our provincial magazine Yanhe.

The sales of our "Yanhe" are also very good, and it has a great influence in our province. We also accept poetry manuscripts. If your poem is accepted, it will be a great honor.

Maybe you can even win awards and subsidies."

Du Lili herself couldn't help but become fascinated.

"Okay, then let's submit it to Yanhe Journal. Sorry to bother Sister Lily, please help me check the submission requirements." Zhao Dongchuan was no longer hesitant. Although there was no way to submit to those journals now, it would be different in two years. Laying a solid foundation now would also ensure better development in the future.

"No problem, come with me!"

With the help of Du Lili, Zhao Dongchuan quickly found the submission address of "Yanhe" and the standard requirements for submission, and wrote them down.

Zhao Dongchuan expressed his deep gratitude to Du Lili, but Du Lili obviously did not take Zhao Dongchuan's submission seriously.

She didn't think Zhao Dongchuan would be selected. After all, there were too many young artists who submitted their works every year. They were all full of expectations at the beginning, but after submitting their works, they received no response.

Zhao Dongchuan left the county cultural center and rode his bicycle towards the post office.

This time he knew the way, so he arrived there quickly. He put the manuscript into an envelope, filled in the address, put a stamp on it, and then put it in the mailbox. Finally, he was done.

He heaved a sigh of relief. The matter had finally come to an end. It all depended on whether the manuscript could be passed.

To celebrate the success of his submission today, Zhao Dongchuan found a state-owned restaurant, ordered a few white flour steamed buns and a plate of pork stewed with vermicelli, and started to eat happily. In his original world, this was nothing to him, but here it was a rare delicacy. After all, many ordinary people could only eat meat a few times a year.

After eating, Zhao Dongchuan hurriedly rode his bicycle back to Shuangshui Village, otherwise it would be too late to get back, and it would be dark and creepy.

And Zhao Dongchuan was also thinking about something very important.

Yes, that's right. The adaptation progress bar of his cheating system will soon reach 100%. He wants to hurry back and take a good look at what changes will happen. He is also afraid that if he creates some strange phenomenon or makes some noise, he will be caught as a monster and might even have to eat peanuts. The system won't even be used yet and it will die first. That would be a real embarrassment to the time-travelling army.

With anticipation, after an hour and a half of racing, Zhao Dongchuan felt that his buttocks were swollen. After passing the Dongla River, he finally returned to Shuangshui Village. At this time, the villagers were still working and there were few pedestrians on the road. When they reached the intersection, the slope was steep and it was difficult to ride, so Zhao Dongchuan got off the bike and pushed it, and went straight to the home of Secretary Tian Futang. Secretary Tian was not at home at the moment, and only Runye's mother was at home cooking.

"Auntie, I just came back from the county town and came to return your bicycle. I gave the jar of pickled vegetables you made to Runsheng. He said he liked your pickles the best."

"Thank you, they haven't been home for a long time. I guess they miss this dish," said Runye's mother with a smile.

"I should thank you for using your bicycle. Otherwise, it would be time-consuming and tiring to walk, and it would cost money to take the bus," Zhao Dongchuan also thanked him in return.

"Auntie, you are busy. I'm going back now." Zhao Dongchuan was thinking about the system and had no mood to talk to Runye's mother, so he said goodbye and went home.

After returning home, Zhao Dongchuan excitedly closed the door, bolted it, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, called the system, and saw that the progress bar had reached 99%. Zhao Dongchuan was full of anticipation. The adaptation was finally completed. Magical system, I love you.

Zhao Dongchuan seemed to see countless beauties waving at him and countless gold coins and banknotes being taken into his arms. His mouth was watering (after all, he was just a loser who traveled through time, and he couldn't be expected to be calm = =!!)

"Ding, the system is adapting 99.1%~~~99.5%~~~~100%"

"Ding, congratulations to the host, the system has been successfully adapted and is restarting!"

"Ding, restart successful!"

As the clear sound of the system came from his mind, Zhao Dongchuan felt like he was listening to heavenly music. Ma Dan was finally going to rise, and he was excited just thinking about it.

In his mind, the system interface was no longer gray, and there was an attribute column at the bottom, which contained his basic attributes;

[Host: Zhao Dongchuan]

【Age: 18】

【Sex: Male】

[Race: Human]

[Constitution: 0.6, Intelligence: 1, Agility: 0.5, Strength: 0.5, Free Attribute: 0] (the basic data of an ordinary adult male is 1)

These are his basic attributes. Except for intelligence which has reached the basic value, his physique, agility, and strength are all unsatisfactory. It's really speechless.

This body is really too weak. Although Zhao Dongchuan has not been saving food and money these days and has eaten several meals of delicious fish and meat, his previous foundation was too weak after all. He had never suffered and was often hungry. Even if he didn't work much, his body had been hollowed out.

Zhao Dongchuan has no other choice at the moment and can only make up for it slowly later.

Zhao Dongchuan looked at the big turntable. There were many grids in it. There were some mysterious symbols on each grid. Zhao Dongchuan couldn’t understand what they meant now. Each grid corresponded to a treasure chest of various colors.

Zhao Dongchuan estimated that these treasure chests of different colors represented different levels.

There are at least bronze treasure chests and gold treasure chests, and there are also red treasure chests, obsidian treasure chests, silver treasure chests, purple gold treasure chests, etc.