[Psychology LV7](399/700)
Level 7 psychology skills allow Zhou Ziwen to have a keener insight into the psychology of others.
In his daily interactions with Zhao Xiaoya, he began to use this skill consciously or unconsciously, trying to explore the source of the pain deep in her heart.
The afternoon sun shines through the windows into the yard, creating patches of light and shadow.
Zhao Xiaoya sat on a chair, quietly watching little Yueyue playing at the side, with a hint of envy in her eyes from time to time.
Zhou Ziwen moved a stool and sat next to her, seemingly casually chatting.
"Xiaoya, what do you think of our Dabazi Village?" Zhou Ziwen asked softly.
Zhao Xiaoya raised her head slightly, looked around, and replied: "It's quieter here than Shatin Village, and everyone treats me very well."
Her voice was still very soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing To what.
Zhou Ziwen nodded and continued: "In fact, we will always encounter some difficulties in life, but as long as we face them bravely, we will get over them. If you have anything on your mind, you can also tell me, It might feel better to say it.”
Zhao Xiaoya's body froze slightly, she was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "I just think I'm causing trouble to everyone here. People like me don't know when they will get sick again."
Her His hands clenched unconsciously, showing his inner uneasiness.
Zhou Ziwen patted her shoulder gently and comforted: "Don't think so, you are our friend, we all hope you get better. And your current condition is better than when you first arrived Times are getting better, aren't they?"
Zhao Xiaoya raised her head, looked at Zhou Ziwen, a glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes, and nodded gently.
After chatting with Zhao Xiaoya for a while, Zhou Ziwen returned to the room and started busy with his translation work.
As his proficiency in English skills improved, his translation speed also unknowingly accelerated. Although it was only a few days, he had already translated a lot of information.
According to the current progress, it will not take him a month, or even half a month, to finish translating these materials.
At that time, he will have a large amount of royalties.
The journal Li Guangwen asked him to translate this time was different from the last time.
Last time Li Guangwen asked him to test the waters, so the information was relatively simple and the number of words was not many, but this time it was different.
This time, the task assigned to him by Li Guangwen not only contained a large number of words, but also involved more complex and in-depth professional fields.
The journal is full of professional terms, complex chart data and detailed descriptions of experimental processes related to various cutting-edge agricultural machinery improvement technologies.
For Zhou Ziwen, these contents are both a challenge and an opportunity to make money.
However, Zhou Ziwen did not feel uneasy about this, but was a little excited.
Because, Li Guangwen’s remuneration to him was calculated based on the number of words translated. The more words, the higher the remuneration.
And translating materials can be considered a contribution to the country.
After all, in this era, translation talents like him are still very rare.
The translation continued until late in the afternoon when Chen Shiying came back. Only then did he put down his work and prepare to have dinner and then take a rest.
After dinner, he had to explain mushroom cultivation techniques to the villagers. Zhou Ziwen was extremely busy, but he did not feel tired, but felt extremely fulfilled.
He believes that as long as he works hard, life will always get better and better.
After dinner, Zhou Ziwen rested for a while and then walked towards the grain drying field with Chen Shiying.
The explanation of mushroom cultivation techniques is about to begin, and villagers are coming one after another, looking forward to learning new ways to make money.
On the grain drying field, there were crowds of people. The villagers sat together, their faces filled with eager anticipation. Zhou Ziwen stood on a makeshift podium with some mushroom cultivation tools and samples beside him. Next to him was a blackboard that Wu Dagang found from somewhere, with a simple diagram of the mushroom growth cycle on it.
Zhou Ziwen cleared his throat and started today's explanation: "Dear folks, we have already talked about the basic process of mushroom cultivation before. Today we will talk in depth about the different growth methods. Points that require special attention during this stage. ”
His voice was calm and confident, and his eyes swept across the audience, meeting the trusting eyes of the villagers.
He picked up a strain sample and showed it to everyone: "Look at this strain, we carefully selected it to be suitable for the local environment."
"During the inoculation, The environment must be kept clean and sterile. I'm afraid that even a little bit of mixed bacteria may affect the growth of the entire batch of mushrooms."
As he spoke, he skillfully demonstrated the inoculation action, which was standardized and smooth, and the villagers watched attentively. for fear of missing any detail.
With Zhou Ziwen’s explanation and demonstration, the villagers’ understanding of mushroom cultivation gradually deepened.
They all raised their questions and confusions, and Zhou Ziwen patiently answered them one by one.
Time passed unconsciously and night fell, but the lights on the grain drying field were still bright.
Zhou Ziwen felt extremely pleased when he saw the enthusiasm of the villagers.
He believes that as long as everyone works together, Dabazi Village will have a better future.
After the explanation, Zhou Ziwen and Chen Shiying packed up the tools and samples on the podium together.
The villagers dispersed one after another, but their faces were filled with satisfaction and expectation.
Watching all this, Zhou Ziwen felt filled with a sense of accomplishment.
When they returned home, it was already dark outside.
After washing up a little, Zhou Ziwen rested with the two sisters.
Just as Zhou Ziwen was about to start today's evening activities, Chen Qiaoyi's words stunned him.
"Brother Ziwen, I don't seem to be here this month."
Zhou Ziwen is also an old man, and when he heard this, he immediately reacted.
"Didn't you come this month? Let me see quickly."
Now, Zhou Ziwen didn't care about any evening exercise.
He grabbed Chen Qiaoyi's hand and began to feel her pulse.
Zhou Ziwen gently placed his fingers on Chen Qiaoyi's wrist, frowning slightly, his expression focused and serious.
After a while, Zhou Ziwen's face gradually showed a look of surprise.
He let go of his hand and looked at Chen Qiaoyi, his eyes full of tenderness and joy: "Yiyi, congratulations, you are happy."
Chen Qiaoyi's eyes widened, as if Some couldn't believe it: "Really? Brother Ziwen, I really have a baby?"
There was a tremor in her voice, her hands unconsciously touched her abdomen, and her eyes twinkled. Tears of excitement.
She had always wanted to have a son for Zhou Ziwen, and now she wanted to have a few more.
I didn’t expect that little Yueyue would have another baby just a few months after she was born. It was a seamless transition!
When Chen Shiying heard the news, she came over excitedly: "That's great, Yiyi, this is such a happy event!"
She held Chen Qiaoyi's hand. , with a happy smile on his face. (End of this chapter)