Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 41 The Invitation from the County

Ping County Party Committee.

Director Mao of the Revolutionary Committee of the Red Flag Commune came to attend an enlarged meeting of the County Revolutionary Committee, which ended near noon.

Director Mao followed the crowd out of the meeting room, scanned the crowd, and finally found his target, Zhan Aijun, the deputy director in charge of cultural propaganda and education.

Zhan Aijun was walking and chatting with Yu Zhiyong, director of the Bureau of Culture, talking and laughing.

Director Mao chased after him, "Director Zhan, Director Yu."

"Director Mao."

"It just so happens that both of you are here. Today, I will report to the two leaders about the achievements of our commune in the cultural field."

"Oh?" Zhan Aijun was surprised, "Then let's go to the office and talk about it."

In Zhan Aijun's office, after several people were seated, Director Mao briefly reported He Ping's situation.

Zhan Aijun nodded and said, "It's really not easy to publish several novellas in such a short period of time, but the "Science Fiction World" you mentioned is still a new magazine, so I don't know how valuable it is."

Yu Zhiyong, who was on the side, said: "Director Zhan, I still have a little understanding of this. The predecessor of "Science Fiction World" was "Science Literature and Art", which is one of the best popular science literature and art magazines in China. When "Science Fiction World" came out, I still read it." However, I did not expect that the two articles "The Heartbreaker" and "Rural Teacher" were actually written by writers from our Ping county."

"Director Yu is worthy of being engaged in cultural work, he really knows everything well." Director Mao complimented.

"It's just a coincidence."

After listening to Yu Ju Zhiyong's introduction, Zhan Aijun said: "Since this is the case, the Cultural Affairs Bureau can first recruit Comrade He Ping to the Writers Association. I remember that the member counties of the Writers Association have appropriate subsidies, right?"

The second half of the sentence was for Director Yu, and Yu Zhiyong replied: "Yes."

"Well, let's recruit to the Writers' Association first. If Comrade He Ping can achieve more outstanding achievements in the future, we can transfer Comrade He Ping to the Cultural Bureau to take a rest and concentrate on creation. This can be regarded as the contribution of our Ping County Cultural Department."

"Then I will first thank Director Zhan on behalf of Comrade He Ping."

"That's nothing to be thankful for. Comrade He Ping is a rare talent. Our county should make the best use of it!"

Yu Zhiyong and Director Mao left the office and complained: "Director Mao, you really caught me off guard!"

Yu Zhiyong is the director of the Bureau of Cultural Affairs. He Ping, a prolific writer under his staff, knew about it in front of the supervisor. To some extent, he was negligent in his duties. Fortunately, his performance in the publication of popular science just now was remarkable. Fortunately, Director Zhan didn't mean to take offense.

Director Mao knew he was in the wrong, "I'm sorry Director Yu, for a moment Meng Lang saw the two leaders walking out, and felt a little anxious, so don't blame him."

"Forget it, it's all over. You let Comrade He Ping report to the Cultural Bureau when you have time, and you can just find me. I will arrange for him to join the Association for subsidies first. Old Wu at the Cultural Center has something to do with me, see you later. "

County Cultural Center.

Curator Wu Guanyou came to Li Feng's office and returned "Science Fiction World" to Li Feng, "I finished reading the magazine, the content is good, Xiao Li, you have a heart."

Li Feng stood up flattered, "This is all my job."

"This He Ping is very good. Tomorrow's symposium can invite him to come over to study and discuss together. Aren't you friends, Xiao Li, please invite him."

Li Feng did not expect that the curator would be moved after reading the novel and invite He Ping to participate in the symposium on literary creation.

The literary creation symposium in Ping County is jointly sponsored by the County Cultural Bureau and the County Writers Association, and undertaken by the County Cultural Center.In addition to the leaders of the Cultural Bureau, many of the participants were writers from the Writers Association. Li Feng, the leader of the Cultural Bureau, did not expect to be able to join in. He thought that he could enter the Writers Association after several years of qualifications and writing a few pieces of tofu. of.

That's right, the threshold of the Ping County Writers Association is a few tofu articles in newspapers.

Unexpectedly, He Ping, whom he regarded as his opponent, could easily accomplish this goal that took him several years to achieve.

At this moment, his jealousy towards He Ping even surpassed Mao Chunhua's secret promise.

After being stunned for two seconds, Li Feng realized his gaffe, "Okay, curator, I'll go now."

He Ping was cutting corn stalks in the cornfield with his front facing the loess and his back facing the sky. The sweat towel around his neck already smelled sour.

It's almost October, why is the sun so poisonous, he thought to himself.

At this time, someone shouted from a long distance from Tianlong, "He Ping, someone is looking for you, and it's from the county."

He Ping stood up, "Here we come."

When I arrived at Tianlong, I saw Li Feng from the Reading Club waiting for him with his bicycle.

"It's you, why are you here?"

He Ping is very clear about Li Feng's crush on Mao Chunhua, and He Ping also understands his own awkwardness in his heart. Although Li Feng's behavior is not natural when we meet in reading clubs, he doesn't show any obvious hostility. The plot of jealousy in the novel does not exist.

"The leader of our library read your novel and thought it was very good. Let me come over and invite you to participate in the literary creation symposium to be held tomorrow."

When Li Feng said what he wanted to do, He Ping instinctively wanted to refuse.

"You saw it too. I'm busy with the autumn harvest and I can't leave. Next time I have a chance, I must go."

But when the working members around heard that someone from the county was looking for He Ping, they gathered together, and when they heard that they were here to invite He Ping to some symposium, their emotions suddenly rose.

"He Ping is amazing, someone from the county invited him to a meeting."

"Then you can't have a meeting with the leaders, it's amazing."

"What is this meeting? Does it have anything to do with the National People's Congress?"

Li Feng looked constipated, and you still took Joe, but thinking of the leader's instructions, he still persuaded against his will: "Comrade He Ping, this symposium is jointly organized by the County Cultural Bureau and the County Writers Association. You have just stepped into the field of writing. Door, participating in this kind of exchange study is a great help to you."

He Ping was scratching his head and trying to refuse, when the old captain coaxed away the crowd and came over.

"Isn't that a bad thing, He Ping will definitely be there on time tomorrow, comrade, don't worry." This is really a scholar meeting a soldier, the old captain accepted the invitation letter from Li Feng without saying a word and agreed for He Ping.

"not me……"

"What are you? What are you doing? Are you not floating anymore? Someone from the county invited you to go, but you are so good at floating! Are you going to heaven?" The old captain looked at He Ping with a slanted look.

He Ping looked a little apprehensive, afraid of giving himself a jo.

All right, you are the captain, you can do what you say, just go.

Seeing that He Ping didn't speak, Li Feng said, "Then it's settled. The time is 08:30 tomorrow morning. The location is on the second floor of the County Cultural Center. It's written on the invitation letter. I'll leave first."

He Ping could only accept his fate, for fear of revealing his secrets, he would not speak, what else could he do.

　新年 快乐

　　
　
(End of this chapter)