Refusing to be the cannon fodder of the times, bring home the most wild man

Is that all you drew in Chapter 240?

While sleeping at night, Jiang Chuwan suddenly spoke.

"If you want to go to the county town, remember to tell me and I will go with you. I made Uncle Hai a new set of clothes two days ago, and I also stopped by to see him."

Uncle Hai stayed alone in the county town, which made Jiang Chuwan unavoidably worried.

"Okay, then we'll go together then." Qin Hexuan nodded in agreement.

After two days of rest, Jiang Chuwan and Zhang Yijia got together again and started drawing.

When He Meiyi came back, the two of them were still painting.

He Meiyi started to complain as soon as she came over: "The weather is really bad. It snows every two days. Even if I want to come back, I can't come back. The next time you see me, it will probably be the Chinese New Year..."

She asked again: "How is the manuscript going lately?"

Jiang Chuwan pointed to the table: "Just go and see for yourself."

Zhang Yijia is still painting and is completely fascinated.

He Meiyi didn't care about her and looked at her seriously.

Her eyes gradually became focused and serious, and she was immersed in the world of this storybook.

Not long after, she saw the last page.

He Meiyi was stunned for a moment, then turned to ask them: "Is it over? What about the plot behind it?"

"That's it for the painting." Jiang Chuwan looked up at her with an innocent look on his face.

"What? You spent a month just painting these?" He Meiyi couldn't believe it.

"Yes," Jiang Chuwan said confidently, "the weather during this period is really too cold, and we can't maintain the same speed as before."

Zhang Yijia stopped and said, "Yes, the weather is so cold that my hands are stiff and my drawings are not very good."

He Meiyi seemed to have become an editor at this moment, extremely anxious: "How can you do this? I'm still waiting to see what happens next."

Zhang Yijia just blinked: "Mei Yi, what do you think of the painting this time?"

"It's great," He Meiyi said immediately, "Aside from the story itself, your painting style is also very good. Although it is not the same as what is popular now, it looks very comfortable..."

Jiang Chuwan smiled.

That's for sure, the comic strips she drew used a comic style, which was naturally different from what is popular now.

Nowadays, there are no comics here in mainland China, only comic books.

"As for the story, the first edition actually has more whimsical ideas, but this one is pretty good too, and the cats and dogs are also very cute. I think many children will like it. If it can really be published, I believe , I have a lot of kids who want cats and dogs.”

At the end of the sentence, He Meiyi laughed twice.

Zhang Yijia only cares about one thing: "Can this be published?"

"I'm not sure about this. I need to show it to the editor-in-chief and get his approval."

Zhang Yijia used to work in a publishing house, so she knew about this matter.

She just sighed: "If the first edition cannot be published, then you have to bring the manuscript back. I also want to keep it in the future."

"Then don't worry, I will never hide your manuscript secretly."

As He Meiyi spoke, she carefully packed up the manuscript.

This is what she will take back to the county tomorrow.

Before leaving, He Meiyi also warned: "If it can really be published, I will call you and tell you that you can't be lazy anymore and you must paint well."

"Don't worry," Zhang Yijia said, "If they can really publish, no matter how cold the weather is, I can still draw." If they can really publish, then their efforts will be valuable and rewarded. Of course, Zhang Yijia will be more effort.

He Meiyi left quickly. Zhang Yijia kept thinking about this matter and sat there unable to draw.

Although she said she didn't care, after all, this was her first painting. To say that she didn't want to publish it would definitely be a lie.

But this matter cannot be decided by them, it can only be left to the editor-in-chief and left to fate.

Seeing that she was restless, Jiang Chuwan took the initiative and said, "Let's take a break today. Just treat it as a holiday for yourself. Stop painting and wait until tomorrow."

Zhang Yijia thought for a moment and thought this would work.

After all, she really can't draw anymore.

During dinner in the evening, Jiang Chuwan talked about this matter.

"I'm not sure whether it can be published. If it can be published, it would be equivalent to having two jobs," Jiang Chuwan joked, "If I can't continue to be a tailor in the future, then I will do it. He seems to be a pretty good painter too.”

Qin Hexuan had great confidence in her: "As long as the editor is not blind, your manuscript will definitely pass."

"Why do you believe so much? What if it really doesn't work..."

"It doesn't matter, then let's keep working hard. We can't just give up if we fail once..."

His comfort was a bit clumsy, and he was worried whether this incident would shock her.

Jiang Chuwan and Jiang Chuwan were busy all day long, obviously very concerned about this matter, and Qin Hexuan did not want to dampen their enthusiasm.

Looking at him, Jiang Chuwan couldn't help but smile.

Captain Qin probably didn't do much to comfort people, that's why he seemed so unfamiliar.

However, his words did comfort him.

"If it can really be published, then I have to thank Captain Qin for helping us identify many problems. It's also a big thank you to Captain Qin. After I get the royalties, I will definitely treat you to a meal."

Qin Hexuan saw her smiling, and then he smiled too and nodded in agreement.

Soon it was the day of rest. Qin Hexuan was going to the county town to buy things. Jiang Chuwan packed up the clothes for Uncle Hai and followed him.

Because the weather has been cold recently, not many people will eat in restaurants. Uncle Hai's restaurant is extremely deserted.

As soon as the two entered, they saw Uncle Hai lying on a rocking chair, covered with an old blanket, with a radio and a brazier next to him.

Sensing the movement, Uncle Hai quickly stood up.

"You guys came just in time. I have received a lot of ingredients recently, and I just wanted to call you and ask you to come over and get some."

As soon as he talked about this, Jiang Chuwan thought of the pork Uncle Hai got last year.

As for this year...

Qin Hexuan stopped Uncle Hai: "There is no rush in this matter. Let's sit down and rest for a while."

He picked up the thermos next to him, poured a glass of water and handed it to Jiang Chuwan. He wrapped the cup with a handkerchief and placed it in her palm so that she could warm her body.

Jiang Chuwan held the water glass, and his body and mind gradually warmed up.

Qin Hexuan took out the clothes from the package next to him and handed them to Uncle Hai.

"Is this made for me?" Uncle Hai's tone was full of surprise.

The black coat is filled with fluffy cotton, making it extremely warm.

The smile on Uncle Hai's face never fell.