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

Lin Dongzhe walked home from the Children's Palace dejectedly, feeling resistant to writing essays.

As soon as I entered the house, I went straight to my room, threw my schoolbag on the table, and slumped onto it, my mind filled with the frustration of the unfinished essay.

Tu Nan was already waiting for him in the room. Seeing Dong Zhe's appearance, he shook his head helplessly and began to patiently tutor him. Tu Nan explained in great detail, but Dong Zhe still looked confused, as if he only vaguely understood.

As night fell, Lin Wufeng returned home after get off work.

Upon entering the room, I saw that the door to Dongzhe's room was ajar, and a dim light shone on the table.

He gently pushed open the door and saw Dongzhe slumped over the table.

Close the door.

Lin Dongzhe heard the voice. "Dad, I'll write the essay right away, I was wrong!"

Lin Wufeng slowly approached, picked up the notebook with only a few lines of writing on it from Dong Zhe's desk, and looked at it carefully.

"Don't rush! Xiaoting lent you her Chinese notes, and Tunan also explained them to you! Try writing them yourself first!"

Lin Dongzhe looked up. "Dad, I can't write!"

Lin Wufeng gently hugged Lin Dongzhe: "No one is born knowing how to write. The more you write, the better you'll become. Starting today, Dad will help you write compositions! Dad believes that you will definitely be able to write well in the future and keep up with the fourth-grade pace!"

Dongcheol stared wide-eyed at his father.

What's wrong with his dad? He's not usually this attentive to his studies.

"Dad, are you still my dad? Did you switch souls with Uncle Zhuang? Something's not right!"

Lin Wufeng smiled, and Teacher Zhuang's words came to mind.

Teacher Zhuang had talked to him before, saying that this era is different from the past, and we can no longer let children's learning take its natural course as before.

Teacher Zhuang is right, studying is very important. Lin Dongzhe is not stupid. As long as he is properly nurtured, he will definitely be able to get into university in the future.

I realize I was negligent before, and now I need to pay attention and help my son develop good study habits.

Lin Wufeng's tone was very gentle. "Write quickly, Dad will stay with you!"

Lin Dongzhe sighed, reluctantly picked up a pencil, and began to write laboriously in his notebook.

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At this moment, Song Ying, Huang Ling, and Xiao Ting were sitting in the main room watching TV.

A TV drama was playing on the television, but Huang Ling wasn't really paying attention.

She kept glancing into Dongzhe's room and couldn't help but say, "Dongzhe is usually quite talkative, so why does he struggle so much when it comes to writing essays?"

Song Ying chimed in, pouting, "The school teaches it, the youth center teaches it, Tu Nan teaches it, Xiao Ting teaches it, and now Wu Feng is teaching us how to write compositions. Look at Xiao Ting, she finished writing in half an hour, but Dong Zhe, on the other hand, has been writing from afternoon to evening and hasn't even written much."

Upon hearing this, Huang Ling laughed and teased, "Dong Zhe's writing of essays is like working in a production team back in the day. There are a lot of people, but not much work is done! He's just wasting time."

The two looked at Dongzhe's room and couldn't stop laughing.

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Autumn has passed and winter has arrived; the seasons have quietly changed, and a new year is dawning once again.

After two years, all three books in the Magic Card series have finally been published.

The book, consisting of three volumes totaling 670,000 words, earned Zhuang Chaoying a considerable sum of 4,000 yuan in royalties, based on a royalty rate of six yuan per thousand words.

Zhuang Chaoying has been writing nearly 100,000 words of "The Miracles of the Namiya General Store" during his Sundays off, and the story is gradually becoming more and more complete under his pen.

Once the winter vacation started, Zhuang Chaoying stayed home to rest and took on the responsibility of caring for the children.

During the day, Huang Ling, Song Ying, and Lin Wufeng all go to work, leaving the children at home in his care.

I cook meals, tutor students, and spend the rest of my time writing novels.

In 1980, a special year, the most important thing, besides the continued surge of the wave of opening up, was that...

Another event that has attracted much attention is the issuance of the Monkey stamp.

No one could have imagined that this little monkey stamp would have such an amazing value in the future. At its peak, a whole sheet of monkey stamps could even be exchanged for a house, which was simply a mythical existence at the time.

This monkey stamp was issued in February, and Zhuang Chaoying had been longing for it since last year.

Lin Dongzhe was doing his homework in Tu Nan's room when his stomach started growling.

She stood up, walked over to Uncle Zhuang who was writing a novel, and gently tugged at his sleeve: "Uncle Zhuang, I'm hungry, let's eat!"

Xiaoting, who was overhearing this, couldn't help but glare at Lin Dongzhe: "You just ate a sponge cake, how come you're hungry again?"

Lin Dongzhe pouted, "Xiaoting, aren't you hungry?"

Hearing the children's conversation, Zhuang Chaoying stopped writing: "Heat up your food, heat up your food, Uncle Zhuang will make you some steamed egg custard too!"

Lin Dongzhe immediately beamed with joy, and couldn't help but look at Xiaoting with pride: "See? Uncle Zhuang really likes me, he even made me steamed egg custard!"

After saying that, he touched Xiaoting's braids.

Xiaoting was so angry that she turned her head away and ignored him.

Zhuang Chaoying tied on her apron and skillfully walked into the kitchen.

First, crack four eggs into a bowl, then add an appropriate amount of warm water, sprinkle some salt, add a small spoonful of lard, and then quickly stir with chopsticks until well mixed. Finally, put the bowl into a steamer.

He saw the lunchbox Song Ying had prepared for Dong Zhe, which was filled to the brim with rice and vegetables.

Then, the stir-fried tofu that Huang Ling had made that morning was put into the steamer and heated together.

"Tu Nan, give me an old notebook!"

Zhuang Tunan looked at his father and remembered that the homework books Uncle Lin had returned last time had all been used by his father to light the stove: "Dad, please use them sparingly. We can't sell our homework books for money."

Zhuang Chaoying smiled, took the workbook, skillfully tore off a page, lit a match, and after the fire slowly rose, added some coal to the stove.

Soon, the three children, along with Zhuang Chaoying, sat around the table and began to eat.

After the meal, Zhuang Tunan conscientiously cleaned up the dishes.

"Dad, I'm taking Dongzhe and Xiaoting out to play this afternoon!"

Zhuang Chaoying lay on the bed, watching her three sensible children work, and nodded: "Go ahead, but don't go too far, just play near home."

Zhuang Tunan responded and, together with Dongzhe and Xiaoting, carefully washed the bowls, chopsticks, and lunchboxes with the hot water in the pot.

Then, the three of them ran out.

Zhuang Chaoying glanced at the calendar.

Today is February 10th, and there are less than five days left until the Lunar New Year.

[System, on what date were the monkey stamps issued?]

[Replying to the host, February 15th.]

February 15th is Lunar New Year's Eve. Zhuang Chaoying was thinking that since the post office would be closed on New Year's Day, she could only wait until the fourth day of the Lunar New Year to go and see the monkey stamp she had been longing for.

This monkey stamp is no ordinary stamp. Its designer is the famous painting master Huang Yongyu. In the master's painting, every monkey hair seems to be given life, and the stamp surface is also embossed.

From the ingenious design concept to the meticulous craftsmanship, the rigorous layout planning, and the excellent printing, every step is indispensable.

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