Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 122 Dear Uncle He Ping (Happy Chinese New Year)

He Ping looked at the back of Han Zhaokun leaving, and felt a little emotional in his heart. In the evaluation system of the members of the team, Han Zhaokun is the kind of shrewd philistine who usually likes to take advantage of small things. In the simple group of Hantun, his evaluation is It is far inferior to those who are down-to-earth and willing to work, but such people are precisely the people who are most likely to stand out in the market economy.

Think about those pioneers of reform in the later generations, which one does not have the shadow of Han Zhaokun.

Times make heroes!

Oranges grown in Huainan are tangerines, and oranges grown in Huaibei are oranges. The ancients did not deceive me.

He Ping thought to himself, let's talk to the old captain later, Han Zhaokun went out to do business, it's nothing, but in a place like the train station, He Ping really sweated for him. Now if you do not do well in small businesses, you will be sent to jail.

He Ping returned home by the way, but the water tank in the house was out of water. He scooped up a ladle of water and poured it into the pressure well, and pressed the water repeatedly. After a few seconds, the groundwater was drawn up. He Ping took several buckets of water to fill the water tank fill up.

He picked up the water that had been dried in the bucket before and watered the flower beds. The flower beds of He Ping's house were horizontal in the courtyard, cut off by the road in the middle.

I thought about it very well at the time, but when I was planting flowers later, I remembered a question. I had never raised flowers before, so I asked Xu Haishan in desperation. I didn’t expect him to know. Although he is an expert in animal husbandry, I also know a lot about garden plants.

After Xu Haishan's recommendation, He Ping chose longevity flowers and begonias, two kinds of flowers that are easy to grow and have a long flowering period.

After watering the flowers, He Ping washed his hands and planned to go back to the chicken farm.

At this time, the clear car bell sounded outside the courtyard.

"He Ping, are you at home?"

"here I am."

As soon as He Ping heard the voice, he knew who it was. In the words of later generations, this was the most familiar stranger—the postman Kan Lijun.

"It happens that you are at home, so I won't run away."

"Is it from the publishing house?" He Ping was a little puzzled. Didn't he reprint it last time? He also replied to the letters from readers. It took several days of work, so it should be fine.

"Yes, here it is." Kan Lijun handed the letter to He Ping. He Ping was already an old acquaintance of Kan Lijun, and he would send him something every now and then.

"I said that you are famous now. Once the district newspaper published it, even my uncle and the others in Shiqiaozi knew your name."

Shiqiaozi Heping County is also under the jurisdiction of Yingcheng District, [-] to [-] kilometers away from Ping County.

He Ping said with a smile: "Don't make fun of me, brother, it's just a false name."

The two chatted and laughed, and Kan Lijun left.

He Ping opened the letter, and it was the reprint notice and the manuscript fee bill from the Children's Literature Publishing House.

It seems that the book was written correctly this time, He Ping thought while looking at the figures on the manuscript fee bill.

It is clearly written on the manuscript fee bill, the third printing of the first edition, this time with a print run of 6 copies, the remuneration for the print run is still the same as before - 799%, a total of 5 yuan and [-] cents.

The publication is still booming, and the water keeps flowing. He Ping really didn't expect "The Wandering Cricket" to be so popular, and he doesn't know how many copies it will sell in the future.

Another manuscript fee arrived, and He Ping thought that he would take Mao Chunhua out to have a good time. When the first manuscript fee of "The Wandering Cricket" arrived, He Ping wanted to give her half of it. After all, Mao Chunhua contributed to the book. Illustration, but Mao Chunhua doesn't want it, so He Ping can only buy her something to compensate her.

This time, the manuscript fee came to the account again, and Mao Chunhua's share was naturally indispensable.

Ping County Library.

Today is June [-]st. A few days ago, someone from the county library invited He Ping to participate in activities to celebrate June [-]. He Ping never expected that the first official event he was invited to participate in since time travel was to go to the library to give Children read fairy tales.

In other words, this is also the first of its kind, He Ping is happy to think about it.

But this is also very good, he is thinking about where to take Xiao Zhuer to play on June [-]st, this time there is a place.

He Ping took Xiao Zhuer to the county library. Today happened to be Sunday, and Mao Chunhua also came.

The county library is a three-story building. It used to be an office during the mud bombing period. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, it was changed into a county library.

He Ping led Xiao Zhu'er and Mao Chunhua into the door. As soon as they entered the door, there was an empty hall. There was a red banner on the wall of the hall, "Celebrating June [-]st", and there were colorful flags on both sides. Many parents in the hall brought their children to walk.

He Ping followed the crowd, walked through the hall and along the corridor, and after a few steps, he saw the sign of the activity room. Parents and children were all going in.

When He Ping entered the activity room, it was different from the activity centers of the tall and well-decorated libraries in his impression. The activity room of He Ping Library was just an ordinary large classroom. On the right hand side of the entrance was a blackboard with the words "Welcome June [-]st, read fairy tales" slogan, surrounded by national flags and flowers.

Colorful flags were also hung in the classroom, and there was also a blackboard immediately behind. The theme was the same as that of the front blackboard, but the pattern was different.

The layout of the entire activity room is simple yet grand, with the children's voices, cries and laughter mixed in, it is full of cheerful festive atmosphere.

The person in charge of the activity is arranging seats for the children. Seeing He Ping coming, he hurriedly greeted: "Mr. He, you are here, please sit down first, and I will invite you to come on stage after the activity starts."

"When you invited me that day, I didn't ask in detail, what is the process of our event." He Ping asked.

"It's nothing, you don't need to think about our activities too complicated. After a while, the activities will start. I will go up and say a few opening remarks, then introduce you, and then invite you to go up and recite your works. The next step is The children read aloud, and then there are some prepared programs."

After listening to the person in charge's introduction, He Ping was relieved. This process was much simpler than when he took his son to participate in the event in later generations.

At this time, the activity room was more than half full of parents with their children, and the person in charge found seats for He Ping's family of three.

The event officially started at [-]:[-] in the morning, and the person in charge went up and made a brief opening speech, and then introduced He Ping.

He Ping walked up to the podium according to the instructions. He looked at the pair of dark, bright eyes full of childlike innocence, and suddenly felt a little nervous.

He felt that reciting novels to this group of children was more difficult than interviewing reporters and fooling the adults.He will not have any psychological burden to tell the adults whether he is telling the truth or lies, good or bad, but facing the children in the audience, he has an inexplicable sense of responsibility in his heart.

He Ping took a deep breath, with a smile on his face, and said in a soft and cheerful tone: "Hello, dear children, I am your Uncle He Ping..."

　Thank you for talking about flowers and wine on the shore of Lake Baikal, fish that can fly in water, moon dance in cold river, huwei456, broken text and sharp knife, random name 126, candle shadow and bamboo shadow, Zhang Qian in the Western Regions, bad hands in the first class of junior high school and other book friends rewards and monthly tickets.

　　
　
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