Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 119
Reporters from regional newspapers came to interview He Ping.

It didn't take half an hour for the news to spread throughout Hantun, and even Dingtun and Kezhai nearby heard the news.

When He Ping was interviewed, the one-meter-high courtyard wall of his house was completely surrounded by people, all of whom were commune members and children leaning on the wall to watch the western scenery.

He Ping himself didn't care, he still bragged in front of so many people without blushing, but the old captain couldn't do it.

This means that the two journalist comrades have never had contact with He Ping, and they don't know the details of this kid, otherwise, how could they have listened to this kid fooling around for hours.

The interview finally ended under the watchful eyes of the members. He Ping held Sun Zhimin's hand enthusiastically just like when he came.

"Thanks to Reporter Sun, oh yes, and Reporter Zhang, a production brigade like ours in Hantun is just the epitome of thousands of production brigades in China, and what I personally do is just what an ordinary rural commune member should do. I hope you can give more voices to our vast rural organizations and members.”

Although Sun Zhimin was in contact with He Ping for the first time, after a few hours of conversation, he probably understood his temperament, but he was even more confused than before when he knew nothing about He Ping. How could such a person be willing to take root in the countryside? It's really strange to be a country writer who has published many works.

But thinking about what the leader told him before he came here, Sun Zhimin put a smile on his face, "That's for sure. We will sort out today's interview material later, and it will be published in the newspaper in two days. You can buy a copy and have a look at that time."

Seeing that the two reporters were about to leave after the interview, He Ping quickly stopped them.Have you never eaten pork or seen a pig running? He has heard that the reporter has a car fee. Although it may not be popular at this time, it is still necessary to have a meal.

Today I have to bother Dongmei's sister-in-law, He Ping left the old captain behind, how could Han Tun not be in charge of accompanying wine.

After the meal, Han Zhaojun sent the two of them away.

After getting on the bus, Zhang Lei asked, "Master, do you think this He Ping is really a writer? I don't think so."

Sun Zhimin said: "You can't judge people by their appearance. There are so many strange people in this world, and you have only met a few. Don't have preconceived notions. This is a big taboo for us journalists."

Zhang Lei said "oh", but she was still a little dissatisfied. Since she entered the chicken farm, she didn't see a trace of a cultured person in this man, but looked like a sophisticated middle-aged man.

If He Ping knew the girl's inner thoughts, he would give a thumbs up and praise: "Young lady has good eyesight!"

On the third day after the reporter came to interview, at the gate of the post office of Hongqi Commune, Mao Chunhua waited here early.

"Yo, Chunhua, it's still so early today!" The newspaper delivery colleague was not surprised to see Mao Chunhua at this time. In the past two days, Mao Chunhua went to work half an hour earlier than usual. I just found out that her writer boyfriend was interviewed by the "Yingcheng Daily" in the area two days ago, saying that it would be sent out in these two days. Mao Chunhua came so early every morning because he was waiting for the "Yingcheng Daily" to be delivered every morning. daily".

She waited for two days but still got up early today.

Mao Chunhua held the newspaper that still smelled of ink, and rummaged through the interviews with his boyfriend.

I found it, and it was still on the front page. Although it wasn't on the headlines and took up half of the page, it could be seen from the position and the page that the regional daily attached great importance to He Ping's interview.

"Taking Root in the Rural Areas and Building the Motherland——Journal of He Ping, a Rural Writer in Ping County".

The beginning of the article introduces the identity of He Ping, an urban educated youth who settled in the countryside.

Then he introduced He Ping's experience in a large space, starting from adopting orphans, donating tables and chairs to the team-run primary school, helping the team-run primary school to raise school funds, publishing novels continuously, and leading the members to run a chicken farm. Seeing what He Ping had done in the Hantun production team for a year, Mao Chunhua's blood boiled. He didn't think it was a big deal to watch He Ping do these things.When I read it in the newspaper for the first time, I suddenly felt great admiration and admiration for He Ping's deeds.

At the end of the article is the dialogue between the reporter and He Ping.

"Comrade He Ping, have you ever thought about leaving Hantun?"

"I thought about it countless times, when I gnawed hard-to-eat steamed buns; when I woke up hungry in the middle of the night after a day of physical work; when I was lying in an earthen house with air leaks everywhere."

"But you still chose to stay in Hantun. Do you plan to leave in the future?"

"When I was most helpless and desperate, the land of Hantun and the folks in Hantun took me in and gave me the most selfless help. I love this land. A person's life is very long, and I may not I will stay here forever, but I hope that the day I leave here, the fathers and folks who live in the land of Hantun can learn when they are young, work when they are strong, and support when they are old."

Mao Chunhua held the newspaper to her chest at the end. She was moved by her boyfriend's stalwart mind and feelings, and she felt unspeakable pride and pride in her heart. This is the man I chose.

This day's "Yingcheng Daily" sold very well in Hongqi Commune. Not only people from various units in the commune came to buy it, but even many people from the production team below came to buy a few copies.

In the evening, when Mao Chunhua got off work, he showed the newspaper to his mother who was cooking, and said excitedly, "Mom, look, He Ping is in the newspaper!"

Wen Guizhen glanced at it, "I've already seen it."

Mao Chunhua's interest was hit, and she ran to her father unwillingly, "Dad, look, He Ping is in the newspaper."

Mao Xueshan raised his head from the document and said the same thing, "I've read it a long time ago."

"Oh, why are you doing this? Let's see again! Dad, he even mentioned you." Mao Chunhua said coquettishly to his father.

"Okay, let's take a look."

Mao Xueshan put down the document, and Mao Chunhua read the newspaper to his father loudly like offering a treasure.

"Take root in the countryside and build the motherland - He Ping, a rural writer in Jiping County..."

An article that took up half a page, Mao Chunhua read it for more than ten minutes, the words were correct, the voice was full of emotion, and the emotion was sincere. At the end of the reading, the eyes were red and the voice was trembling. The shameless boasting was so moved that I couldn't add it.

Mao Xueshan felt uncomfortable watching it, his little padded jacket was almost turning into black-hearted cotton now, He Ping, a glib boy.

After Mao Chunhua finished reading, his mother, Wen Guizhen, who was serving dishes on the table, said softly, "Girls are not allowed to stay!"

"Mom, what are you talking about?" Mao Chunhua said shyly.

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