System restart

“It’s just some random writing. I just wanted to try submitting it, give it a shot, you know. I have a good idea of what it is,” Zhao Dongchuan said.

“Alright, it’s good that you have that mindset. So, what genre did you write? Is it a novel or a poem? I can help you figure out which magazine or publication would be most suitable to submit to,” Du Lili asked.

“I just wrote a short poem, that’s all.”

Although this poem was very popular in another world, Zhao Dongchuan couldn’t be sure if it would be accepted here. After all, there were many accidental factors, and he didn’t dare to be too ostentatious.

“If it’s a poem, let me think which publication would suit you.”

“Actually, it would be best to submit to a specialized poetry journal like ‘Stars,’ but it was suspended due to some special reasons. Peoples Literature also has a poetry section and is the most authoritative national literary journal, but it’s also suspended now, and we don’t know when it will resume publication.” At this, Du Lili seemed a bit melancholic.

Zhao Dongchuan was also a bit confused at this point. He had completely forgotten about this. This wasn’t an ordinary time; it was still the ten-year special period, and many newspapers and magazines had been forced to suspend publication.

Sigh, could this path be blocked? Other transmigrators copied everything, dominated everywhere, and gained both fame and fortune.

He hadn’t expected that for him, this road would be impassable. Zhao Dongchuan was a little depressed.

Du Lili also noticed Zhao Dongchuan’s dejection and comforted him, saying, “It’s alright! Those nationally renowned newspapers and magazines are suspended, but you can try our provincial 'Yan River.'

Our 'Yan River' also has very good sales and a significant influence in our province. It also accepts poetry submissions. If your poem is accepted, that would be very glorious!

You might even win an award and a subsidy.”

Du Lili herself couldn’t help but get carried away with the thought.

“Mhm, mhm, then I’ll submit to 'Yan River.' Thank you, Sister Lili, for helping me check the submission requirements,” Zhao Dongchuan no longer dwelled on it. Although he couldn’t submit to those other publications now, things would be different in two years. Laying a good foundation now was also for better development in the future.

“No problem, come with me!”

With Du Lili’s help, Zhao Dongchuan quickly found the submission address for 'Yan River' and the submission guidelines, noting them all down.

Zhao Dongchuan expressed his sincere gratitude to Du Lili, but Du Lili apparently didn’t take Zhao Dongchuan’s submission seriously.

She didn’t believe Zhao Dongchuan would be selected. After all, too many aspiring literary youths submitted every year, starting with high hopes, only for their submissions to sink like a stone into the sea, never to be heard from again.

Zhao Dongchuan left the County Cultural Center and rode his bicycle towards the post office.

This time, knowing the way, he arrived very quickly. He put the written manuscript paper into an envelope, filled out the address, affixed the stamp, and then dropped it into the mailbox. Finally, the task was complete.

He breathed a sigh of relief. This matter was finally concluded. Now, it just depended on whether the manuscript would be accepted later.

To celebrate his successful submission today, Zhao Dongchuan found a state-run restaurant and ordered a few steamed white flour buns and a plate of braised pork with vermicelli. He ate happily. In his original world, this wouldn’t be much to him, but here, it was a rare feast, as many ordinary families didn’t eat meat more than a few times a year.

After eating, Zhao Dongchuan quickly rode his bicycle back to Shuangshui Village. Otherwise, if he returned late, it would be pitch black and quite eerie.

And Zhao Dongchuan was still thinking about a very important matter.

Yes, that’s right, his golden finger system. The adaptation progress bar was almost at 100%. He wanted to hurry back to see what changes would occur. He also feared that if some strange phenomenon or commotion happened, he might be caught as a monster or demon, and perhaps even face execution. If the system hadn't even been used yet and he died, that would truly be an embarrassment to the transmigrator army.

With anticipation, after an hour and a half of intense cycling, Zhao Dongchuan felt his backside was about to swell. After passing the Dongla River, he finally returned to Shuangshui Village. At this time, the villagers were still working, and there were few pedestrians on the road. When he reached the steep slope at the intersection, it was difficult to ride, so Zhao Dongchuan dismounted and pushed his bike, heading straight for Secretary Tian Futang’s house. Secretary Tian wasn’t home at the moment; only Runyes Mother was at home, stoking the fire and cooking.

“Auntie, I just got back from the county town and came to return your bicycle. I gave all your pickled vegetable jars to Runsheng. He said he loves your pickled vegetables the most.”

“Thank you! They haven’t been home for a long time. I reckon they’re just craving this dish,” Runyes Mother said, smiling.

“I should be thanking you! I used your bicycle. Otherwise, walking takes time and is tiring, and taking a car costs money,” Zhao Dongchuan replied gratefully.

“Auntie, you’re busy. I’m heading back now,” Zhao Dongchuan, thinking about the system, wasn’t in the mood to chat with Runyes Mother anymore, so he said goodbye and went home.

Back home, Zhao Dongchuan excitedly closed the door, latched the bolt, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and summoned the system. Seeing the progress bar already at 99%, Zhao Dongchuan’s heart was filled with anticipation. It was finally going to be fully adapted. Magical system, I love you.

Zhao Dongchuan seemed to see countless beautiful women waving at him, and countless gold coins and banknotes being embraced by him. Saliva dripped from his mouth (after all, he was just a transmigrating loser, so you couldn’t expect him to be too calm = =!!!).

“Ding, system adapting 99.1%~~~99.5%~~~~100%.”

“Ding, congratulations Host, system adapted successfully, restarting!”

“Ding, restart successful!”

As the crisp sound of the system echoed in his mind, Zhao Dongchuan felt as if he was listening to celestial music. Damn, he was finally going to rise! Just thinking about it made him excited.

In his mind, the system interface was no longer gray. A new attribute bar had appeared at the bottom, showing his basic attributes:

[Host: Zhao Dongchuan]

[Age: 18]

[Gender: Male]

[Race: Human]

[Physique: 0.6, Intelligence: 1, Agility: 0.5, Strength: 0.5, Free Attributes: 0] (Basic data for an average adult male is 1)

These were his basic attributes. Except for intelligence reaching the baseline, physique, agility, and strength were all failing. It was truly speechless.

This body was really too weak. Although Zhao Dongchuan hadn’t been saving food and money these days, and had eaten several big meals with meat, the previous foundation was too weak. He hadn’t experienced hardship and had often gone hungry, so even if he didn’t work much, his body was already depleted.

Zhao Dongchuan had no choice at the moment; he could only gradually make up for it later.

Zhao Dongchuan looked at the large turntable, which contained many grids. Each grid had some mysterious symbols that Zhao Dongchuan couldn't understand yet. Each grid corresponded to a treasure chest of various vibrant colors.

Zhao Dongchuan guessed that these different colored treasure chests represented different levels.

Bronze chests, golden chests were the fewest, and there were also crimson chests, obsidian chests, silver-colored chests, purple-gold chests, and so on.