Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 20
At Han Tun's dinner table tonight, He Ping was an unavoidable topic.

Whether it is publishing novels in magazines or the 132 yuan for the manuscript fee, they have refreshed the perception of the Hantun people.

As a result, after dinner, many people went to He Ping's house to inquire whether the story was true or not.

"It's just a fluke, it's just a fluke."

Everyone wanted to see what the magazine and money order looked like, and He Ping would definitely not show them the money order.We can only divert the trouble to the east, and turn everyone's enthusiasm for watching the fun to the old captain's house, saying that the old captain took the magazine away.

Then Wu Yang went to the old captain's house, and He Ping apologized to the old captain in his heart.

Before leaving, Xu Aiying, who was caught in the crowd, praised with a flushed face, "Brother He, you are really amazing."

After speaking, he ran away shyly.

He Ping had to sigh, cultural people are really popular these days!

After sighing, he turned around and continued to eat. The roe deer meat was stewed so mushy that juice would come out after a bite.

The father and son stretched their stomachs round, lying on the kang, not wanting to move, hiccupping happily.

"Tomorrow, I will go to the commune to collect the manuscript fee on the remittance slip, and I will buy you delicious food."

He Ping said to Xiao Zhu'er before going to bed.

"Ok!"

Xiao Zhuer fell asleep with a sweet smile and expectation.

Early the next morning, He Ping got up and went to the commune. It was not a market day, and there were no free donkey carts to ride in. Fortunately, his body had gradually gotten used to the life of this age.

I met a fellow villager who was going into the city halfway, took a car for a while, and arrived at the commune in the early seven o'clock.

He came too early, and the post office hadn't opened yet. He squatted at the door and waited for a long time before someone came to open the door for work.

The delicate girl with two big braids had seen him last time when he sent a letter, and she treated people with a gentle attitude, which was much stronger than the salespersons in those supply and marketing cooperatives.

Mao Chunhua recognized He Ping squatting in front of the post office at a glance. There were not so many people posting letters in Hongqi Commune, and young people who contributed articles to magazines were even rarer. It was hard not to remember.

After entering the post office, He Ping handed the remittance slip to Mao Chunhua, "I'll take the money on it."

Mao Chunhua was surprised when he saw the above amount. Could it be that the novel was really published?
She asked curiously, "Has your novel been published?"

"How do you know I write novels?"

Mao Chunhua smiled, "I saw it when you sent the letter last time, and there are very few people in the town who contribute."

"That's right, that's right, it's published, in contemporary times."

"You are amazing."

Being praised by a young and beautiful woman of the opposite sex, He Ping felt a little elated and said a witty remark.

"The editor probably published it for me because he was afraid that I would starve to death."

"You are so funny." Mao Chunhua was amused by He Ping's words.

He took his ID card and household registration book to withdraw the money, but when He Ping wanted to leave, Mao Chunhua stopped him.

"There is a reading club in our town. I organized it. May I invite you to join it?"

He Ping hesitated for a moment, he is a copycat, what can he say to others, don't reveal his secrets at that time.

"It's not very convenient recently. There's still a lot of farm work to do at home."

Seeing He Ping's hesitation, Mao Chunhua explained: "We just gather together to share the good books we have read recently. You can just come and read them."

"No, no, no, when you are free, you can join your reading club."

He Ping's refusal made Mao Chunhua very disappointed, "Okay, then you must come to participate when you are free!"

"Yes, certainly."

After leaving the post office, He Ping sighed in his heart that class differences existed at any time. Thinking about the folks in Hantun, the first thing they think of when they open their eyes every day is digging food from the ground. Apart from their daily work from eight to five , And what kind of reading club do you have in your spare time?

There is really no comparison between people!
He Ping came to the supply and marketing cooperative with a huge sum of money in his arms. He Ping still remembers the experience of going in and asking a question before he came out in despair last time. .

"shopping."

It was the same impatient salesperson last time.

"Are there any tickets?"

Still that familiar line.

Dry and cool.

He Ping leaned forward and said in a low voice: "Eldest sister, can I pay with food stamps?"

The eldest sister of the salesperson put down the melon seeds and looked at He Ping for the first time.

"That's more valuable."

"It's okay to be expensive."

"What do you want?"

"Two catties of sugar, two catties of biscuits, a pack of matches, a tube of pens, a box of ink for me, and two copies of letter paper."

The big sister of the salesperson gave He Ping a surprised look.

"Do you want fruit candy or toffee?"

"Half of the same price."

"The pen is the hero's, okay?"

"Row."

The eldest sister of the salesperson picked out the things skillfully, and then checked the abacus, "It's 5 yuan and 6 cents in total."

He Ping took out the money and food stamps, and the salesperson's eldest sister thought she didn't see that the young man was taking advantage of it.

"In this way, give me three catties of food stamps. Biscuits already need food stamps, and sugar stamps are more expensive. Miss Sanjin will not take advantage of you."

He Ping sneered in his heart, I believe you are a ghost.There is no nonsense, count the money and food stamps, pay the bill and leave.

It was already noon when I got home, Xiao Zhuer cooked the meal very sensiblely.

He Ping took out the candies and biscuits he bought, and Xiao Zhuer stared at the bag in He Ping's hand without turning his eyes.

"Here, try it." He Ping took out a piece of toffee and handed it to Xiao Zhu'er.

Xiao Zhu'er took the candy and didn't eat it immediately, but looked at He Ping.

"Look at me | what are you doing, eat!"

Only then did Xiao Zhu'er peel off the sugar coating, and impatiently stuffed the sugar into his mouth, an intoxicated smile burst out on his little face, his little eyes narrowed happily, and he knew how delicious it was just by looking at his expression.

The way this child eats makes people look so appetizing.

"Candy and biscuits are for you. You can eat them at any time, but you can't eat too much. You should eat them in moderation every day, you know?"

He Ping is not stingy, but he is afraid that children eat too many snacks and don't like to eat, and sweets are not good for children's teeth.

"Oh, I see."

After lunch, He Ping asked Han Zhaojun to come over and discuss about starting the hatching of the next batch of chicks.

He first took Han Zhaojun to the earthworm breeding pond he built beside the reservoir to have a look.

He talked about his plan for the hatching and breeding of chicks for the next period of time.

According to He Ping's estimation, if they still expand the hatching number of chickens according to geometric multiples, it is very likely that after one or two sales of chickens, the demand for surrounding chickens will reach saturation, so on the one hand, they must expand A larger market, on the other hand, also needs to seek self-owned farming. After all, the common people's demand for chicks is cyclical, but the demand for chicken and eggs is continuous.

This earthworm breeding pond is the foundation for their broiler breeding in the future. It is difficult for He Ping to estimate whether it can meet the feed supply for broiler breeding in the future, but it is very likely that it will not be able to meet it. Therefore, they must establish the scale of earthworm breeding as soon as possible. There is food in my heart and I don't panic.

(End of this chapter)