Age: My Small World

Chapter 57 Submission
It has been almost five or six hours since Yang Jun left home in the morning, and he is indeed a little hungry.

Although he still had some warm corn tortillas stored on the stone platform in the small world, who would want to eat coarse grains when there are pastries?

Looking into the bowl, the three cakes looked like blooming lotus flowers, which was surprising.

Picking up one and tasting it, Yang Jun instantly felt the rare flavor flowing through his mouth.

"Mr. Liu, is there anything special about this pastry?"

Even with his experience, he couldn't help but marvel at the deliciousness of the pastry and couldn't help asking.

Liu Shangxun was calmly sipping his tea. Upon hearing this, he clasped his tea bowl and said, "This is Yuhe Pastry. The Empress Dowager loved it back then. It was one of the royal feasts in the palace."

Putting down the tea bowl, the old man sighed, "It must be that the world has changed. Otherwise, how could ordinary people be able to taste such imperial delicacies?"

Yang Jun nodded: "Fortunately, it has changed, otherwise I wouldn't have had the chance to eat it. It's good that it has changed."

Liu Shangxun looked at him with a mixture of laughter and tears: "Children's minds are so simple-minded, judging by their appetite."

"Sir, it would be better if you could just take it easy. The past is long gone."

While eating, Yang Jun also observed Mr. Liu's every move. From his behavior, it can be seen that Mr. Liu is probably a nostalgic person.

But missing the old dynasty so much is really frightening.

If he doesn't change his mindset, in a few years he'll have to go down and accompany the person he calls "Old Buddha".

No wonder Mr. Hu never got too involved with people he knew. He probably could see that their mindsets were different from his own.

In the final analysis, Mr. Hu has completely laid back. The past events are far away from him. He might as well smoke a couple of Daqianmen cigarettes instead of wasting time.

"Simple? It would be nice if it were simple." Mr. Liu shook his head and said no more.

It was not until he was cooking that Yang Jun realized Mr. Liu's living standard.

There are steamed buns, meat dishes, and a bottle of Xifeng wine. His life is much better than that of Mr. Ba.

"Want some?" Looking at Yang Jun's eyes, Mr. Liu gestured with the transparent wine cup.

"No, no, I have to go to the newspaper office this afternoon."

Mr. Liu smiled dumbly: "Are you really going to the newspaper office? What can you do there?"

Yang Jun smiled but said nothing. He couldn't reveal too much anyway.

"This is good wine. It would be a shame not to drink it." Seeing that he didn't drink it, Mr. Liu didn't care.

Xifeng Liquor is indeed one of the best liquor brands at present. It is in short supply on the market and you may not be able to buy it even if you want to, making it increasingly difficult to get a bottle.

Yang Jun thought about getting a few bottles to give to Mr. Ba when he returned. Maybe the old man would be so happy that he would teach him how to do it.

After having a free meal, Yang Jun left Yongquan Hutong in the afternoon and went to the newspaper office provided by Mr. Liu.

As for the dark market, we have to wait until early morning tonight.

When the time comes, the two of them will meet in front of Mr. Liu's house, and he will take him there.

Mr. Liu also invited Yang Jun to rest at his house tonight, but considering that he had other things to do, he refused.

Fuxing Street, where the provincial newspaper is located.

When Yang Jun found this place according to the map, it was almost two or three o'clock.

This place is close to major office areas, so there are fewer pedestrians.

When he saw a sign that said Provincial Newspaper Center, he immediately walked into the building.

"Comrade, is there anything I can help you with?" the security guard at the door asked as usual.

"I'm here to submit an article. Which way should I go?" Yang Jun raised the manuscript in his hand, looking quite calm.

The guard was very dedicated and only allowed him to enter the newspaper after carefully checking his credentials. He also pointed out the direction for him to submit his articles.

It was only upon entering the newspaper office that Yang Jun felt the hustle and bustle. There weren't too many people, but most were walking hurriedly. The staff were all dressed in simple shirts, giving off a strong cultural vibe.

Yang Jun approached a counter. The young man at the counter was stunned for a moment and asked, "Comrade, what can I do for you?"

"I'm here to submit an article. Can I give it to you directly?" Yang Jun had to repeat what he had said not long ago.

"Oh, submitting an article. Just give me the manuscript."

Yang Jun handed it over after hearing that.

Seeing how young he really was, the young man couldn't help but ask, "Comrade, how old are you?"

"I'm in high school." Yang Jun replied.

High school students already have a high level of cultural background, and writing articles is a common thing, so the young man did not ask any more questions.

He continued:
"Since there are quite a few submissions, the editor will need some time to review them. You can leave an address. If the manuscript is accepted, we will write to give you feedback, which may take about a week."

There was no story of being amazed by the examination results on the spot. Even if Yang Jun submitted his paper on the spot, he still had to wait.

He didn't come here specifically to submit an article, so it didn't matter to him.

After leaving his personal information and filling in the school address, Yang Jun simply left.

The staff behind him looked at the information he filled out and then felt helpless.

"He's only fifteen years old. You're a half-grown kid and you're already thinking about submitting articles to show off your talent. You don't know how to study hard." He shook his head, but still followed the procedure and attached Yang Jun's information to the manuscript before submitting it to the editorial department.

After Yang Jun went out, he immediately found a bus stop to take the bus.

He first had to find a guesthouse to stay in, and then consider other things.

Although I can live in the small world, the beds and bedding are not prepared yet. Once I go in, I can only use the sky as a quilt and the ground as a bed. Forget it.

There are quite a few guesthouses in the provincial capital. He saw one on the way here, so he didn't have to look for it.

After getting off the bus and entering the guesthouse, I was greeted by a girl with a big round face and pigtails, who was sitting with her legs crossed and cracking melon seeds.

"Hello, comrade. Please help me get a room."

Hearing someone coming, the receptionist quickly put down the melon seeds and stood up.

"How many people? What kind of room do you want?"

"Is there a single room for one person?" Yang Jun was not used to living with other people.

Hearing this, the round-faced girl at the front desk glanced at him. Her fair and clean scholarly appearance made her nod in understanding.

Soon, a key was handed over.

"Put your things away and don't leave them lying around. Go upstairs by yourself."

"Also, no noise allowed, and no bringing other people into the room."

With that being said, who else can he bring with him?

Yang Jun agreed to all of them.

When I went upstairs, I could hear conversations coming from some rooms from time to time, but the sound insulation was not very good.

I found my house number and it was a not very spacious room.

Apart from the bed with a printed quilt, there was only a table and a chair, and nothing else.

He has to go to the public bathroom, but there is no private bathroom for him.

If Yang Jun minds, he can actually use space to solve the problem.

　New books for collection
　　
　
(End of this chapter)