Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 22 Good News

"Comrades, today is mainly to arrange the flood control work for summer production. There is a lot of rain in spring. According to the forecast of the Provincial Meteorological Bureau, this year is likely to be the year with the most rain in ten years, so this summer's flood control work can be said It is the top priority of our recent work..."

Sitting at the top was Mao Xueshan, the director of the Revolutionary Committee. For more than an hour, the arrangements of each brigade were detailed, asking one by one.

Hantun is the production brigade farthest from Hongqi Town Commune, but it is also the most important brigade for this meeting, because Hantun is next to the Hongqinghe Reservoir.

"Old Han, your brigade is the brigade with the heaviest task in our commune during the rainy season. You must do a good job of flood control in the near future. I will visit your brigade in a few days."

"Director Mao, don't worry, the reservoir has been next to our brigade for more than 20 years. When have you ever seen our brigade fall off the chain?"

"Don't be careless, this flood season happens once in ten years, and no one can afford it if something goes wrong, understand?"

"Don't worry, I have to keep an eye on the reservoir even if I don't sleep."

"Okay, what I want is your attitude. However, resistance to the news is not a matter for your brigade. It needs the strength of our entire commune and even the whole county to do it well. In a few days, I will go to your brigade to make a stand first, and then arrange the commune revolution. Members of the committee and comrades of each brigade take turns to ensure production safety during the flood season."

At 10:30, the flood control meeting ended.

The leaders of the Revolutionary Committee went out, followed by the captains of the major production brigades.

The old captain stepped forward quickly, passing his old opponent as if nothing happened.

"Director Mao, I have something to report to you."

"Then go to my office and talk."

in the office.

Director Mao was drinking tea with his mouth slipping from the rim of the enamel cup.

"Old Han, what are you reporting?"

"Isn't that right? The young man from our brigade published an article on People's Literature. I thought about it and asked, is there any reward for the commune?"

The old captain said in a low-key manner, without the arrogance he had just shown in front of his old opponent.

"Hiss~" Director Mao didn't care about being scalded by hot water, "What are you talking about? People's literature?"

"Well, what is it called "Contemporary"? It is said to be a magazine sponsored by People's Literature. It has written such a long novel, and the manuscript fee alone is more than 100 yuan. I brought all the magazines. You can take a look."

After finishing speaking, he handed over the magazine. The same set of rhetoric, the old captain said to Director Mao in a completely different tone, showing humility.

"Which one?" Director Mao took the magazine and flipped through it.

"Just that, just that "Spirit and Flesh"."

The old captain pointed to one of them and said.

"Oh, there are quite a lot of writing, it must be ten or twenty thousand words?"

"There are more than 2 words. I checked them one by one last night."

Director Mao smiled more and more, turned to the last page, and closed the magazine with a snap.

"Okay, Lao Han, you have a great writer in your brigade. This novel is really well written. Facing the corruption of capitalism, the simple proletarian people firmly reject this temptation, willingly stay in poverty, and strive for the construction of the motherland. Adding bricks and mortar. Well, great writing."

Director Mao's admiration made the old captain a little stunned. We were reading a book. He read half the night yesterday, but he didn't see one, two, three. He just looked up the words.

"Yes, yes."

It doesn't matter if you don't understand, this does not prevent the old captain from agreeing with Director Mao's point of view, it is really a hero who sees and agrees.

Director Mao suddenly seemed to remember something.

"You guys are also educated youths, right?"

"Yes, yes."

Director Mao slapped his thigh, "I'm afraid this is not a novel written based on my own personal experience?"

Thinking of this, Director Mao couldn't help but gasp, "Hey, what a noble patriot. It's not easy, rooting in the countryside, willing to be lonely and poor, and working hard to build the motherland."

There is a saying in later generations, all things are most afraid of brain supplements.

Especially the more educated people are, the more terrifying it is to make up their minds.

At this moment, in Director Mao's mind, the image of an excellent, persevering and patriotic intellectual comes to mind.

"It must be rewarded. This kind of young man must not only be rewarded, but we must also make every effort to protect his material life and creative conditions."

The old captain looked on in a daze, what did I say just now, why is Director Mao so excited and excited.

It must be that He Ping's article was so well written that Director Mao was deeply moved after reading it.Seeing that he didn't have to fight for it himself, Director Mao said about the reward, and the old captain was also very happy.

"That's great, thank you, Director Mao."

"Old Han, I want to thank you for training such an excellent literary worker for our commune."

"It should be, it should be." The old captain said modestly again, the wrinkles on his face deepened.

Director Mao thought for a while, and said, "Old Han, let me think about the rewards first. Aren't I going to your brigade to have a look in a few days? Then I will visit Comrade Xiao He and send him the rewards." , by the way, let me ask about any inconveniences in life, and the commune will definitely try its best to solve it for him."

"That's good, I'll tell him when I get back, this kid couldn't be happier."

"And your side. I know the rules in the team, but it is not easy for our commune to produce such a talent. Don't take too much energy from Xiao He's production, and strive to make him achieve better results. If Xiao He's creation can Keep it up, I'll go to Shang County to get him a big gift package."

Director Mao's words were so loud that the old captain couldn't keep his mouth shut, and he kept saying thank you, Director Mao, thank you, Director Mao.

After bidding farewell to Director Mao happily, the old captain drove the donkey cart back to Hantun and told He Ping the good news.

He Ping was also very happy. He thought it would be great if the old captain could ask the commune for rewards like industrial tickets, but he didn't expect to alarm the director of the Revolutionary Committee.

This is even better. There are certain uncontrollable factors in the matter of raising chickens. If you can talk to the director of the Revolutionary Committee, even if something goes wrong, there is a way to solve it.

As for what the old captain said to let him continue to create, Director Mao would ask the county for a big gift package for him, He Ping didn't take it to heart.Now raising chickens and manuscript fees solves the problem of money, and rewards from the commune solves the problem of tickets. With the line of Director Mao, the hidden dangers of raising chickens are also covered. The small life is full of life, so what else can the county give.

Xiao Zhuer and Han Zhaoshe looked at He Ping with admiration.

They have heard what the old captain said, the commune wants to give rewards, and the director wants to come to condolences, director, what an official!
"Go, call your second brother back, let's add food at noon today."

Sending off the old captain, He Ping in a good mood patted Han Zhaoshe on the head and said.

(End of this chapter)