Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 26
He Ping proposed to send someone from the team to help the chicken farm transport the stones. The old captain agreed. Recently, the farm work has been almost busy, so the old captain promised to let the labor force of the team go to the mountain to transport some stones tomorrow.

The matter of stones, bricks, and barbed wire had been settled, so He Ping and Han Zhaojun went to the chicken farm to transport wood.

The wood that the old captain promised was piled up in the brigade’s yard. It was left over from pulling the telegraph poles in the brigade in the past few years. It has been piled up in the brigade’s yard. good.

After carrying it a few times, He Ping sat at the gate of the brigade wheezing and resting, he couldn't bear it anymore.

In the distance, two people rode their bicycles and got off at the gate of the brigade. Seeing He Ping squatting at the gate, the middle-aged man asked, "Little comrade, is your captain there?"

He Ping recognized this middle-aged man at a glance. He was Director Mao of the Revolutionary Committee whom he had met when he went to settle in the commune last time. Director Mao obviously did not remember him as a nobody, and the one behind him should be his correspondent.

"here I am."

"Thank you."

Director Mao pushed the cart into the brigade yard and shouted loudly, "Old Han! Are you there?"

The old captain came out to welcome him and said enthusiastically: "Oh, Director Mao, why didn't you say you came in advance? I'm not prepared for this."

"What are you preparing for? Why, you still want to cheat?" Director Mao said jokingly.

"Then how dare I, come and sit in the house."

After taking his seat, Director Mao said: "I have two main things to do this time. The first is to see the condition of the reservoir, and the second is to see our young and promising rural writers."

"What a coincidence." The old captain hurried out of the house and brought He Ping who was still resting at the gate of the courtyard over.

"Director Mao, this is He Ping, the great writer of our brigade."

Director Mao was taken aback when he saw He Ping. Isn't this the young man sitting at the gate of the courtyard just now?

"What a coincidence." Director Mao stood up with a smile on his face and shook hands with He Ping. "I really don't know Taishan. Our great writer is standing in front of me. I didn't recognize it."

"Director Mao, what are you talking about?" He Ping replied with a modest smile.

The old captain on the side introduced: "He Ping, last time I went to the commune to report your situation to Director Mao, and Director Mao is here to express his condolences to you this time."

"Thank you, Director Mao, it's been hard work coming so far."

The old captain told He Ping about this when he came back last time, but Director Mao didn't set an exact time at that time, so he didn't take it seriously.

"What's so hard about it? It's you literary workers who are rooted in the countryside who really work hard."

He Ping nodded secretly. The last contact time was too short, and he didn't speak a few words with Director Mao. This time, after a few short words, Director Mao is indeed a capable person.

Director Mao asked a few more questions about He Ping's life, and He Ping replied that everything was fine.

"How is the creation going on recently, is there any new progress?"

When Director Mao asked this, He Ping remembered that he hadn't "created" a novel for a long time.

He Ping could only perfunctorily say: "Last time I sent out another novel, but I haven't replied yet. A new novel is being created."

The novel that He Ping said was the "The Heartbreaker" that was sent together with "Spirit and Flesh". Anyway, no one knew that he sent the two novels together.

It's just that "The Heartbroken" hasn't replied yet, which is also true.

"Well, good. I have read the film "Soul and Flesh" published in "Contemporary" several times. It is well written. Facing the temptation and corruption of capitalism, our socialist youth must stand the test."

"Thank you for your correction."

"I'm here this time to cheer you on. The conditions for rooting in the countryside must be difficult, but at the same time it's a good thing. The vast world has a lot to offer. The chairman's words couldn't be more appropriate. You can draw nutrients from such a vast world. I hope you, Comrade He Ping, will continue to work hard and create more and better works that praise our great motherland and rural life."

As expected of being a leader, He Ping thought to himself.

"I will live up to your encouragement and trust, and strive to create more works."

"Okay." Director Mao nodded gratifiedly, and turned to signal correspondent Zhang Guoqiang.

Zhang Guoqiang took out a stack of bills from his pocket.

"About your situation, I discussed it with the members of the Revolutionary Committee. For the time being, the commune will subsidize you according to your work. Every time you publish an article in a well-known magazine, we will subsidize RMB [-] One yuan, and some cloth tickets and coal tickets, but the commune’s tickets are not so abundant, so the type and amount of these tickets are uncertain each time, and Comrade He Ping, please understand.”

He Ping looked forward to the stars and the moon, and finally hoped for this reward.

"Director Mao, what did you say, I am already very grateful that the commune can have these subsidies."

"I hope Comrade He Ping will continue to work hard. If we can steadily publish a few works in newspapers and magazines every year in the future, we will apply to the county to strive for better subsidies and treatment."

"sure."

When the subsidy was given to He Ping, Director Mao went to the reservoir to have a look.

Seeing that Director Mao was about to leave, He Ping felt a little anxious. When he saw the subsidy bills, He Ping thought of the cement needed to build a chicken farm. I'm afraid he can only ask Director Mao for this matter.

"Director Mao, please wait, I still have something to ask for your help." He Pingyi said cruelly.

The old captain guessed what He Ping wanted to say, stopped He Ping, and rushed to speak.

"Director Mao, what happened is that our brigade wants to set up a chicken farm led by He Ping."

"chicken farm?"

"Yes, this idea has just been settled. Some time ago, He Ping led the young people in the team to try it out. The benefits are very good. Now I am thinking about expanding the scale."

After hearing this, Director Mao's originally smiling face became a little serious, and he sat back again, "Tell me about it in detail."

He Ping knew in his heart that the old captain stopped him to tell the story first, because he was afraid that He Ping would mess up the matter rashly.

Seeing Director Mao's serious face, he felt a little uneasy.He doesn't know much about the reform, he only knows that the policy will be loosened in the past few years, but he also knows that the policy in the past few years has often been repeated, which is nothing more than the struggle between the conservatives and the reformers.

It's one thing to do it in private, but another to bring it up to the public. He Ping was not sure of Director Mao's position until he was sure.

(End of this chapter)