When Gu Lingling entered, she found three people sitting on the table in front of her, two of whom were in military uniforms, but the other was Gu Tongzhou, the head of their village.

It must be Fu Jing, the head of the art troupe, who looks very good in the middle.

Sure enough, he was born in literature and art. Sitting there made people feel different.

"What are you good at?" A young female officer beside Fu Jing asked in an official voice, "for example, dancing and singing? Is there any?"

Singing and dancing?

Sure enough, she won't.

Gu Lingling answered honestly.

Besides, food and clothing are all problems in this era. Who in the rural area has the conditions to let their children learn these?

Of course, except for those who have high self understanding like he Yue.

"No, it doesn't matter." Fu Jing said with a light smile, "did you go to school? Here is a passage. Can you read it for us?"

After that, she motioned a female soldier to hand a piece of paper to Gu Lingling.

The words above are also very simple. Gu Lingling can read almost every grade two or three in primary school. It's a catchy ditty. She nodded and began to read.

After reading it, I returned the paper and didn't say much.

It's like being called up by a Chinese teacher to read an article in ordinary times.

Fu Jing suddenly became interested.

This child is simply too funny. Either she doesn't want to join the literary troupe, or her psychological quality is really good, and she's not nervous at all.

To pay attention, the child seems to have both.

My heart is depressed again.

"What else can you do?" Fu Jing asked.

"Does it count to be able to cook?" Gu Lingling asked foolishly.

Fu Jing smiled. This girl is really interesting.

"Is it delicious?" Fu Jing asked.

Ah?

Gu Lingling looked at Fu Jing foolishly. Did she want to join the literary troupe because of this?

That's a literary troupe. Do you want to recruit her into the literary troupe as a fireman?

Gu Tongzhou, the village head on the side, almost covered his eyes.

This Ling Ling, who looks at a very clever child on weekdays, how can she say something stupid today?

"The child's handwriting is very good." For fear that Gu Lingling might say something shocking again, Gu TongZhou hurriedly said.

"Well written?" Fu Jing's eyes lit up.

The female officer sitting next to her smiled sarcastically.

How good can a rural girl be? I'm not afraid to laugh when I say this.

But Fu Jing, as the head of the delegation, didn't think so. She quickly asked someone to prepare paper and pen for Gu Lingling, "you can write anything at will."

Gu Lingling was helpless.

Uncle village head, can't you do this?

"Captain, this... I'm afraid it's not good?" The female officer on the side hesitated and said, "even if the handwriting is good, our recruitment conditions do not have this one."

Gu Lingling looked at the female officer calmly. She was a beautiful and fairy girl, but her expression was a little arrogant and disdainful, and she forcibly rubbed away the fairy spirit.

"I forgot that Comrade Memphis's handwriting is also very good." Fu Jing said with a light smile, "girl, it's okay. It's okay if you can't write well."

She is very interested in this girl. Why?

Gu Lingling doesn't care what these two people are for? Only seeing the disdainful eyes of the Memphis, she had to write the word.

What happened to rural people?

How many generations up? Whose family is not rural?