Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 352 Mutton Salon

He Ping saw his troubled face, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's hard to find this person!" Brother Zhenkai sighed.

Serious literature dominates the market these days. Can you believe that masterpieces like "A Dream of Red Mansions" and "War and Peace" have sold millions of copies?

The vast majority of people in China still view martial arts novels as "poisonous weeds", and many young people who love literature are dismissive of martial arts novels.

Of course, there are also those who love or even become obsessed with martial arts novels, but the proportion is too small.

"Take your time, don't worry." He Ping reassured him, and took out the outline of "Heroes" from his bag and handed it to him, "This is the outline I wrote, you can read it first, when you find the right person Say it again."

Brother Zhenkai saw that He Ping even took out the outline of the novel, and he felt even more ashamed of entrusting his friend to him, and thought that if it was impossible, he would write it himself.

Sister Wang Fu knew that He Ping was engaged in book publishing by herself, and she even helped introduce the relationship with Xinhua Bookstore.

"You still have to put more thought into writing, don't waste your talent just because of making money."

He Ping smiled and said, "Sister, don't worry, I already have an idea for my next novel, and I will hand over the manuscript to you after a while."

When Miss Wang Fu heard He Ping's words, she immediately smiled, "Okay, it's rare to be diligent."

"Come, come, everyone, eat more. I ordered ten catties of mutton."

He Ping poured a plate of mutton into the hot pot, and within a few seconds the bright red mutton slices turned white. He picked up several slices with the tip of his chopsticks, filled the bowl with dipping sauce, and put them in his mouth.

"Hmm~" He Ping let out a delicious groan, "Eat them all, you'll have them quickly, but you won't have them at all!"

These days people eat more meat than later generations, even ladies are no exception.

The appetites of the people driven by him also came up, and they all picked up their chopsticks and reached for the hot pot.

After a meal, ten catties of mutton slices were eaten clean, and everyone's belly was full.

"If you want to say that you want to eat hot-boiled mutton, you have to be Dong Lai Shun Er!" Wang Meng, who was satisfied with the meal, sighed happily.

Wang Fu laughed at him: "You just borrowed He Ping's light."

Wang Meng didn't feel embarrassed at all, "Excuse me, thank you Brother He for the treat."

Wang Meng's free and easy attitude made He Ping appreciate it very much. This guy really understands, and there is a sense of transparency from inside to outside, which is really enviable.

"Hey, that's right. Does any of you know people from Mizuki and Beijing University? I'm going to take Chunhua to the school tomorrow."

Brother Zhenkai said: "Shuimu invited me when they held a poetry competition before, and I know a few students from their school's student union."

"Just came in handy."

"Then you go to school tomorrow to find a student named Lin Yanzhi. He is a modern physics major in the 78th grade. He is the president of Mizuki's student union."

"it is good!"

After the boiled mutton was finished, everyone suggested finding a place to sit, and Li Tuo's house became the best choice.

A group of people strolled to Li Tuo's house, and chatted about the world through wine, from the Three Emperors and Five Emperors to Tang, Song, Ming and Qing Dynasties, from poems and songs to legends and monsters.

As he talked, he talked about the frenzied literary frenzy in China in recent years.

He Ping asserted: "This situation is very abnormal. It is just a rebound of the general public for the previous ten years. It is destined to be short-lived and cannot last long."

Obviously, there was no way for his statement to win everyone's approval, and everyone started to debate.

It wasn't until night that everyone's alcohol dissipated and their throats dried up, and the "mutton slice" salon came to an end.

He Ping declined the kindness of Li Tuo and his wife to let him stay overnight, and took Mao Chunhua to the guest house.

On the way, Mao Chunhua hugged his arm, "Honey, you know a lot."

"A lot? It's okay." He Ping's family members know about his own affairs, and he just took advantage of the information explosion in later generations. He can add a few words to any topic that others say, but if you want him to go deeper, he I can't say one, two, three.

Of course Mao Chunhua didn't know He Ping's details, and he wouldn't talk to her about such topics at home, but she saw He Ping's tongue-in-cheek attitude at Li Tuo's house today, and she unconsciously felt a little bit in her heart. Emotions are adored.

This is the same as when a farmer looks at his own crops and thinks they are growing well.

With this layer of reason, Mao Chunhua tonight was extraordinarily gentle, accepting He Ping's request whatever he wanted.

Before going to bed, He Ping had an idea, he should act more aggressively in the future!

Early the next morning, He Ping woke up full of energy, lamenting that he was still young.

Today he promised Mao Chunhua to visit the Old Summer Palace, and it happened that Shuimu University and Peking University were next to the Old Summer Palace, so they could take a walk together.

After finishing packing, the two went out to have breakfast.

"How many food stamps are left?" He Ping asked Mao Chunhua. In addition to money, food stamps are also indispensable when going out these days.

"There are still seventy or eighty catties of national food stamps." Mao Chunhua glanced at it and said.

As the so-called poor family gets rich, local food stamps will definitely not be used when traveling. He Ping brought a hundred catties of national food stamps with him when he went out.

He Ping plans to take Mao Chunhua to a few more places this time, and he must have enough things, if there is not enough, he will be caught blind.

After checking the things on their bodies, the couple set off for the school.

Shuimu, Jingda, and Yuanmingyuan are located between the North Fourth Ring Road and the North Fifth Ring Road, which are considered remote no matter in later generations or today.

He Ping accompanied Mao Chunhua to visit the Old Summer Palace first. At this time, the Old Summer Palace had not yet entered the restoration stage, and there were even hundreds of households living in the garden. Mao Chunhua felt very disappointed after looking at it for a while.

In fact, if you only look at the scenery inside the garden, even the dilapidated Yuanmingyuan is worth a visit, but the scattered residents in the garden have completely destroyed the original remaining beauty.

"Come see it later when it's repaired!" Seeing the disappointed look on Mao Chunhua's face, He Ping comforted her.

"I don't know if it will be repaired in the future." Mao Chunhua said with regret.

He Ping remembers that it was not until 2008 that the relocation of the residents in the Old Summer Palace was completed, and the complete restoration is a distant goal.

However, I have been cultivating intermittently, and there is still hope.

"It will definitely be repaired. Maybe we can revisit the old place when we are old. At that time, the two of us with gray hair walked hand in hand in the restored Old Summer Palace. How romantic it is!"

Mao Chunhua imagined what He Ping said, with a longing look on his face.

"That would be great."

"There will be that day."

The husband and wife left Yuanmingyuan with some regrets, and ran to Shuimu to the east.

Through the school's security, He Ping found Lin Yanzhi.

"Hello Lin, I'm a friend of Brother Zhenkai. I brought my wife here today to visit your Shuimu campus."

Upon hearing that He Ping is Brother Zhenkai's friend, Lin Yanzhi was very enthusiastic, "I haven't seen Teacher Zhenkai for a long time, how is he doing recently?"

(End of this chapter)