Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 46

Ping County Cultural Bureau.

He Ping arrived at the gate early. Director Yu asked him to come over once a day or two yesterday. He happened to have few things recently, so he came over.

The doorman was more serious. He Ping said that he had made an appointment with the chief, and the uncle said that it would be just right when the chief came.

He Ping could only wait at the gate, and at a quarter past eight, he saw Yu Zhiyong coming from a distance on a bicycle.

"Director Yu."

"Comrade He Ping."

The two greeted each other, and Yu Zhiyong enthusiastically brought He Ping to the office.

Yu Zhiyong was a veteran, with a straightforward and outgoing personality. He Ping felt that this person was very suitable for him without talking a few words.

"Has anything new come out recently?"

"All the manuscripts have been sent out, but there is no reply yet."

"Okay, I'm waiting for your good news. How is it? Is there any difficulty in life? Your director Mao told me that it is not easy for you to live in the countryside alone. You have to take care of your children, do farm work, and concentrate on your life. creation."

"The conditions are much better now, and the commune has solved a lot of difficulties." He Ping really didn't intend to get a reward or subsidy when he came here this time. He came today because he had another matter to see if he could ask Yu Zhiyong to help.

"That's good! Yesterday I found a few of your novels and read them overnight. You are young and promising. It is the period when you are most energetic in literary creation. You must cherish this time."

"sure."

"It's not easy for our Ping County to produce a writer, but it's even more difficult for someone with a small reputation. The last one was almost 20 years ago. You met yesterday, and it was Comrade Wang Changtian from our county."

As if he knew what He Ping cared about, Yu Zhiyong said without waiting for He Ping to inquire.

"It's a pity that too many people were delayed in the past few years, and now the creative ability is not as good as before. So, Comrade He Ping, you should cherish this talent and write more good works that can be passed down to future generations."

Yu Zhiyong's words were rather reserved, but He Ping probably understood that Yu Zhiyong must be very dissatisfied with Wang Changtian, but because Wang Changtian's qualifications are too old, I'm afraid he won't be able to do anything for a while.

He Ping didn't think he had to make Wang Changtian do anything. Yesterday Wang Changtian and his colleagues set him up on the stage to besiege him, and he scolded him back afterwards.The only pity is that the atmosphere has been ruined by this kind of person.

Yu Zhiyong talked about inviting He Ping to join the Writers' Association again, but He Ping politely declined. He would not join the Writers' Association even if someone like Wang Changtian was beaten to death.

Yu Zhiyong was probably prepared in his heart, and he didn't say anything to persuade him, but only said that he would talk about it when he had a suitable opportunity in the future.

He Ping understood what he meant. After this incident, Yu Zhiyong saw clearly Wang Changtian's yin and yang, two-faced and ugly face. Although he couldn't take his position in the Writers Association for a while, it was still easy to remove him. After the post was handed over smoothly , he will naturally invite He Ping to join again.

He Ping recalled what he saw in school yesterday, and said to Yu Zhiyong, "Director Yu, I need your help with this matter."

He Ping told the whole story of Dingtun Primary School in detail.

Yu Zhiyong sighed after hearing this, and said with some self-reproach: "Comrade He Ping, you have a heart, this is our dereliction of duty. Although the education department is not in charge of me, there is no division of culture and education. We are all concerned about the lack of teachers in the rural primary schools below." There is a responsibility. It’s just that teaching has just resumed in the past two years, and our energy and resources are indeed limited.”

"I also know that conditions are very difficult in both urban and rural areas. But I think the basic teaching conditions for children should be guaranteed. I don't know any other leaders. I hope you can help. I won't make things difficult for you , as long as it can solve part of the children's desks and chairs, I can also share part of it."

Yu Zhiyong appreciated He Ping's statement, and a smile appeared on his embarrassing face, "Comrade He Ping, you are laughing at me. You, the people, can have such awareness. How can we public servants of the people fall behind?"

"In this way, the county library has a batch of old desks and chairs, which were originally intended to be exchanged with the Education Bureau for various middle schools. I will send someone to go with you, and you can pick and choose. Our Cultural Bureau donated [-] yuan to Dingtun Primary School. set."

He Ping made an estimate. He saw that each class lacked tables and chairs in the back row or two. Thirty sets should be enough.

"Thank you very much, Director Yu. On behalf of all the teachers and students of Dingtun Primary School, I would like to express my gratitude to you." He Ping excitedly held Yu Zhiyong's hand and shook it vigorously.

"Comrade He Ping, please don't say that. We, the public servants of the people, have neglected our duties. I hope you can understand the difficulties in our work."

"Understand."

He Ping said goodbye to Yu Zhiyong with gratitude, and followed Xu Guangde, the office director of the Cultural Bureau, to the county library.

The county library is located on the west side of the government office. He Ping passed by when he first entered Ping County.

With Yu Zhiyong's explanation, Xu Guangde didn't dare to neglect. When he arrived at the library, he told the curator about the situation, and the curator took He Ping to a warehouse, which was full of old tables and chairs eliminated by the county library.

The old desks and chairs are only for the library. He Ping went up and touched the material with his hands. They are all genuine ash. Many of the desks and chairs are intact except for the lettering that is very unscrupulous.

He Ping was overjoyed, and spent more than half an hour picking and choosing, and put together [-] sets of tables and chairs.

The curator called a young man to help transport He Ping to the hall. After He Ping told the curator, he was going back to Hantun to call two cars to take the tables and chairs away.

He went to the Cultural Bureau today to beg for alms is just a temporary idea, I really didn't expect Director Yu to be so powerful.

Pedaling all the way back to Hantun, near noon, He Ping went straight to the old captain's house.

The old captain was having lunch, and when he learned that He Ping had ordered thirty sets of tables and chairs from the director of the Cultural Bureau, he slapped He Ping on the shoulder.

"Good boy, it's that one! This educated man opened his mouth better than our old hat and broke his legs. You don't know how many times the captains of our brigades went to the commune and county for the elementary school. "

The old captain's mood was so high that he didn't even have time to eat, "Let's go, get a car."

The old captain harnessed the donkey cart, called another mule cart in the team, and set off.

The sound of "hiahia" driving along the way showed the excitement in his heart. When he arrived at the place, the old team leader strode forward and held the hand of the young man in the library who was guarding the tables and chairs, "Thank you! Thanks to the government, Thanks to the leaders of the Cultural Affairs Bureau and the library..."

The young man almost vomited his lunch, but He Ping stopped him, "Old captain, it's almost enough, if you vomit again, the table and chairs matter."

The old captain finally realized, "Yes, move the tables and chairs first. Fourth brother, what are you doing, move things quickly."

Thirty sets of tables and chairs, four people moved into the car in a short time, and they were tightly tied with hemp rope.

Xu Guangde's mission was completed, and when He Ping went to inform the team, he had already left.He Ping once again expressed his gratitude to the librarian and the young man who helped him, chatted a little more, and learned the name of the curator, Xin Shoucheng.

(End of this chapter)