People in the alley: A woman dressed as a man shouldn't be foolishly filial, Zhuang Chaoying

It's Sunday, and there's a rapid knocking at the door.

Wang Yong, who was already disturbed from his sleep by the knocking, flew into a rage and yelled, "Hey! Knocking so early in the morning! Are you trying to get yourself killed? Can't you sleep?!"

Song Ying also came out of the room, her eyes still sleepy and filled with a hint of dissatisfaction as she called out, "Yiming, can't a person get any sleep this early in the morning?!"

A voice responded from outside the door: "We're here to see Teacher Zhuang! Auntie, could you please open the door for us? You can go back to sleep!"

Lin Wufeng stood behind Song Ying. "Yes, it's a bit too early. Your Aunt Song and Aunt Huang are still catching up on their sleep!"

Zhuang Chaoying was holding Aling in her arms at the moment. It was the weekend, and the children wanted to sleep in, so they were no exception.

Ah Ling was woken up by the knocking on the door and nudged Chao Ying, who was pressed against her: "Chao Ying, it sounds like someone is calling you outside!"

Zhuang Chaoying mumbled sleepily, "Who came over so early in the morning?"

Then he pressed Ah Ling's head down, "Go to sleep, sleep a little longer!"

Ah Ling was completely wide awake and sat up abruptly: "It wasn't really someone calling you, it was Song Ying's voice too."

As she spoke, Ah Ling slapped Chao Ying's arm.

Zhuang Chaoying reluctantly sat up, reached for her glasses, put them on, and then casually put on her coat.

He went outside and saw Yiming: "Yiming, why are you here so early?"

Yiming smiled and said, "Teacher Zhuang, it's Sunday today. I want to learn more. My classmates are all at my house, waiting for you to come over."

Zhuang Chaoying waved her hand helplessly after hearing this: "Yiming, you guys go back first. I haven't eaten yet, and I only get one day off a week. I also want to spend time with my child."

For the past two weeks, I've spent most of my evenings tutoring you, not just every day. I haven't had time to tutor my own child; my son needs to get into the top high school!

Okay, have breakfast and then head over. It's 7 o'clock now. I've been tutoring you from 9 to 12. Go home now, your auntie needs to catch up on sleep; she worked the afternoon shift yesterday and didn't get off until midnight!

Yiming felt a little embarrassed and said, "I'm sorry, Teacher Zhuang, we disturbed your rest. We'll go back and wait for you."

Song Ying crossed her arms and looked at Yiming: "Yiming, I'm not trying to criticize you, but Teacher Zhuang goes to so much trouble to tutor you all, and you live so close by, yet you didn't even come to wish Teacher Zhuang a Happy New Year. You're such a disappointment!"

Yiming blushed at what he was told, nodded in embarrassment, and left.

Zhuang Chaoying looked at Song Ying: "Little Song, I'm sorry, go back to sleep now, everyone's leaving!"

Song Ying snorted and turned to go back.

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After having breakfast and resting for a while, Zhuang Chaoying got up and went to Yiming's house to tutor them.

The morning passed quickly with teaching and answering questions. It wasn't until noon that Zhuang Chaoying dragged her slightly tired body home.

As soon as I stepped into the house, I saw a pot full of mung bean soup already laid out on the table.

"Teacher Zhuang is back just in time, mung bean soup!"

Lin Wufeng greeted them warmly, serving soup to the children in bowls, while the children sat obediently around the table.

Song Ying sat to the side, watching Teacher Zhuang drink mung bean soup. She frowned slightly and couldn't help but say, "Teacher Zhuang, tutoring them like this isn't a solution. We can't tutor them every year for the college entrance exam!"

Huang Ling sighed softly, got up and added some more mung bean soup for Chao Ying: "Song Ying, you don't know, these are all neighbors. Chao Ying has no choice. Otherwise, the neighbors' gossip would drown Chao Ying and me. Chao Ying is in a very difficult situation. We are neighbors, we see each other all the time, we can't just ignore each other completely."

Zhuang Chaoying, holding a bowl of mung bean soup, took a small sip: "Don't worry, the tutoring won't last much longer. Judging from their current level, I don't think their chances of passing the exam are high."

Although they are enthusiastic, their foundation is weak and their study habits are not very good. Furthermore, they have experienced some things in society, making them somewhat distracted. Even though their parents agree to let them continue taking the exams, they remain unemployed at home!

Their own minds can be swayed by others. Having been in the workforce for too long, they lose the focus and concentration needed for studying, making it difficult to dedicate themselves fully to exam preparation like recent graduates.

Lin Wufeng listened and nodded thoughtfully, "Teacher Zhuang, you truly are a high school teacher; your analysis is spot on. The competition for the college entrance exam is becoming increasingly fierce, and their situation is indeed quite challenging. With the improvement and standardization of the education system, the college entrance exam will primarily be taken by graduating seniors in the future."

Song Ying looked at Wu Feng and Teacher Zhuang with a puzzled expression: "Does that mean we're not allowed to take the exam?"

Lin Wufeng put down his bowl and patiently explained, "They can take the exam, but their foundation is too weak. Compared with those regular high school students who have been studying systematically in school, the gap is huge. They need to put in more effort, but the reality is that it is very difficult for them to do so."

Zhuang Chaoying silently finished her mung bean soup.

The college entrance examination is an opportunity to change the fate of these children. He also understands that his ability is limited. He only hopes to help them as much as possible in the following tutoring sessions, provided that it does not affect his wife and children.

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Time flies, and April has arrived in the blink of an eye.

On this sunny weekend, Zhuang Chaoying was immersed in her creative world.

He was writing another children's literature book at his desk, titled "The Magic Cards of a Hundred Transformations".

Hehe, don't blame him for borrowing. Anyway, he's already transmigrated, so it's okay for him to borrow from the other side's life, right?

At this point, the work had already reached 180,000 words, and the plan was to divide it into three volumes: upper, middle, and lower.

If the first book is successfully published, the second and third volumes will be mailed to you later.

Tu Nan is facing the transition from primary to junior high school and aspires to enter the top high school in Beijing.

Zhuang Chaoying had already reviewed all the knowledge with Tu Nan, and now it seemed that there were basically no major problems.

Children's love of playing is in their nature. At this moment, Tu Nan is leading Xiao Ting and Dong Zhe in a lively game of ping-pong at the entrance of the alley. The crisp sound of hitting the ball and the children's laughter intertwine.

Just then, a postman in a post office uniform slowly stopped his bicycle at the entrance of the courtyard: "Is this Zhuang Chaoying's house?"

Huang Ling was holding seeds in her hand, enthusiastically discussing with Song Ying whether or not to plant snake gourds.

Upon hearing the postman's question, she quickly handed the seeds to Song Ying: "Yes, this is Zhuang Chaoying's home!"

The postman quickly took a thick package from a bag on the back of his bicycle: "There's a registered letter for Zhuang Chaoying. Please sign for it!"

Huang Ling stepped forward and took the email, noticing its considerable weight. "I'm his wife, so I signed for it on his behalf."

"All done!" the postman said succinctly, then hurriedly rode away on his bicycle.

"Song Ying, I'll tell you in a bit!"

Huang Ling walked into the room carrying a thick stack of mail. "Chao Ying has mail for you!"

Hearing the call, Zhuang Chaoying turned around, stood up, stretched her back from sitting for so long, and twisted her body a few times to relieve fatigue. "Open it and take a look!"

Huang Ling tore open the tape on the mail as instructed, and found four books and a letter inside. "Chao Ying, you bought books?"

Zhuang Chaoying shook her head, walked over quickly, and immediately spotted the title of one of the books: "AD: 2030".

A thought struck him, and he quickly picked it up and opened it, instantly confirming that it was indeed the book he had written.

Immediately afterward, he eagerly tore open the small envelope and began to read it carefully.

The letter was from Kyoto Publishing House and read as follows: "Hello, Comrade Zhuang Chaoying, I am Zhou Daguo, the editor-in-chief of Kyoto Publishing House."

After review by our editorial department, we have approved the publication of "AD: 2030". This book features imaginative and fantastical stories, making it highly suitable for both children and adults, and capable of evoking a beautiful vision of the future!

It can be published; total word count: 295,618...

Since you are a new author, we have decided in a meeting to pay you 5 yuan per thousand words. Four sample copies of the book and a remittance slip are included; please check them.

Kyoto Press!

Zhou Daguo's own handwriting!

Zhuang Chaoying could hardly believe her eyes; she never imagined that her book would actually be published.

Overwhelmed with joy, he excitedly hugged Huang Ling tightly.

Huang Ling blushed at the sudden action, her eyes wide, and she forcefully pushed Zhuang Chaoying away. "Chaoying, there are people outside, they're still working on the water pipes!"

Zhuang Chaoying, however, didn't seem to care at all. Holding A-Ling's shoulder, she said excitedly, "My book has been published! Now I can buy a bicycle, and I can buy you nice clothes and bags!"

As he spoke, he handed the letter to Ah Ling.

Huang Ling took the letter and read it carefully from beginning to end. She was stunned for a moment, then her excitement surpassed even Zhuang Chaoying's. She grabbed Zhuang Chaoying's face with both hands and kissed her. "Chaoying, you're amazing!"

Zhuang Chaoying smiled and handed the remittance slip to Huang Ling. "It's all yours. I'll go with you to withdraw the money in a bit!"

Huang Ling looked at the number on the remittance slip and couldn't stop smiling. "Chao Ying, am I dreaming? One thousand four hundred and seventy-eight yuan!"

Zhuang Chaoying gently pinched Huang Ling's cheek.

"Ouch! That hurts! It's really superheroic!"

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