This author has traveled through time and space in a book!

The focus of the discussion now is that we cannot let Zhou Laoer's family take the money for nothing and then go around saying that Zhou Ran eats their money and uses their money and owes them money.

How to make Zhou Laoer spit out the money is a problem.

Not to mention anything else, the money taken away by Zhou Laoer every month in recent years should be regarded as Zhou Ran’s living expenses, but the one-time pension must be taken back for Zhou Ran.

Zhou Ran was afraid of encountering people with distorted values, afraid that he would lose control and use a knife...

She's stupid.

Well, that’s it!

In addition, Zhou Ran felt that she was not the silly girl she used to be. She was not the one who would slack off and be lazy if she didn't make good use of the ready-made resources!

Lao Wang, Lao Zhao and others were still discussing a solution, but Zhou Ran started yawning. Seeing this, Lao Zhao immediately arranged for someone to take her to rest.

That night, Zhou Ran stayed at a guesthouse in the county town with a letter of introduction issued by the Armed Forces Department.

She put the much-coveted admission letter from Beijing University into Little Voice's space. Perhaps Little Voice felt that it was a bit too much to throw her into the melodramatic novel again, so he didn't bargain and kept it for her.

After all, in this strange place, there was nothing she could trust more than the little voice.

Several middle-aged men in the armed forces discussed for half the night and had already reached a conclusion.

So, the next morning, when Zhou Ran was still eating the free breakfast at the guesthouse, Lao Zhao and Lao Wang came over with a big package.

"Xiao Ran, this is what we think. Zhou Laoer and the others will definitely have to pay the price for what they did to you. However, as long as you stay here for one day, people will gossip about you and morally blackmail you. So what we think is that you should report to the capital first. We will help cover up for you here for a few days, and then we will seek justice for you." Old Zhao was worried that Zhou Ran would not let it go, and was still thinking about how to talk things over with her.

"Uncle Zhao, I understand. Thank you for considering me. If I go back and make a fuss, they will definitely blame me. After all, the university quota has not been snatched away yet, and they will definitely not recognize it. All I want now is to go to university smoothly. As for the rest, you can decide!" Zhou Ran was really afraid of trouble. Didn't you see that she never thought about going back to pack her luggage?

"Okay! Just based on what you said, she is indeed Zhou Xingfei's daughter!" Old Zhao didn't even mention Old Zhou's name, but said Zhou Ran's mother's.

"My mother...what kind of person is she?" Zhou Ran was sure that the original owner of this book was definitely not named like her, but the little voice copied part of her background to make her feel more involved.

Wow, he just copied her parents away.

This is another reason why Xiaosheng feels guilty.

"She...is as capable as any man." Old Zhao thought for a moment, and his thousands of words converged into one sentence.

"Okay." Zhou Ran recalled his mother in reality. He couldn't imagine it, but she was not his original self after all, so he could still accept it.

Because he was worried that something might happen if he delayed, Lao Zhao quickly handled all the procedures for Zhou Ran, including things Zhou Ran could and could not expect, and Lao Zhao took everything into consideration very carefully.

It includes proof of independent household registration, identity as a martyr's orphan, a statement of circumstances stamped by the armed forces department, transcripts from the county middle school for three years of high school, and a one-time advance payment for Zhou Ran's living expenses until he turns eighteen.

Lao Zhao asked his comrades to buy the train ticket for Zhou Ran, which was a sleeper ticket. The national food coupons, bedding, etc. were collected by several comrades. Lao Wang also borrowed a jeep from the police next door and took Zhou Ran all the way to the train until he was settled.

It was not until the train whistle sounded that Zhou Ran looked at the two people waving at her outside the window and understood why her father always attached so much importance to comradeship.

When the orphans of their comrades who had died many years ago came to them, they were really generous and offered help.

The kind that doesn't ask for anything in return, not to mention that Uncle Zhao and the others might have to fight a tough battle for her next.

Soon, Zhou Ran no longer had the energy to think about so many things, because the green-skinned trains in the late 37s, even the hard sleeper trains, were too terrible. Her butt was sore from sitting there, and there were still hours to go before her destination, and she had only completed one-third of the journey.

She is so bored. Besides the pain in her butt, she feels uncomfortable all over. What are the symptoms?

She was so bored that she wanted to chat with Little Voice. How terrible is that!

Finally, I had no choice but to shamelessly borrow newspapers from the old man in the shop across from me. He brought dozens of old newspapers, folded into small tofu blocks, with various novels serialized on them...

Yes, the kind of serial that has no beginning or end!

So much so that after watching those clips, Zhou Ran took out a pen and letter paper from her luggage, and she planned to write a short essay.

After all, she was very poor in this world, and she was only nine months away from turning eighteen, so she only had nine months' living expenses. Uncle Zhao and the others collected 9 yuan for her, which was already a huge gift.

But Zhou Ran was used to a good life, 300 yuan was really too little. He had been planning to ask Xiaoshengjing for some gold, but then an inspiration came to him. He could make money by writing short essays, which was not shabby!

The old man who was sleeping on the next bed saw Zhou Ran start to write on the small table. He didn't pay attention at first, until she wrote one sheet after another and soon had a stack of papers, then he came forward to inquire.

Adhering to the principle of reciprocity, Zhou Ran handed a short story of about a thousand words that he had written to the old man.

Yes, that’s right. Readers in later generations probably all know those “philosophical” and “chicken soup” essays at story meetings.

The old man liked to read street literature, otherwise he would not have brought dozens of old newspapers to read on the train. So when he read this, he was deeply impressed and could not stop. The old man, who was originally a little cold, became a chatterbox and praised Zhou Ran for free.

"Well, even if you praise me like this, Grandpa, my writing speed is limited. I can't write like an octopus." Zhou Ran refused the sugar-coated bullets. She wrote for four or five hours in a row and her hands were almost broken.

In an era without computer typing, it was not easy for these authors who wrote by hand.

"Hey! Kid, look at what you said, grandpa is really praising you! Are you really not going to write anymore?" If the old man hadn't added the last sentence, Zhou Ran might have really believed it.

"I can't write anymore." After writing eight manuscripts, each taking more than half an hour on average, Zhou Ran had almost cleared out most of the ink in his head, but no new ones had been produced yet.

"Okay, then you should have a good rest and try to write again later." The old man was reluctant to leave. If he had known, he would not have read so fast.

Zhou Ran sorted out a stack of manuscript papers, stuffed them back into his luggage, and began to close his eyes to rest.

Maybe because Uncle Zhao bought her a hard sleeper, and most of the people here have some status, she did not encounter many of the "kidnapping" situations that are common in literature of that period.