Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 464 The Concept of the Writer's Village
"Haisheng, you have to think about it!"

"That's right, Haisheng, after you graduated from Peking University, no matter how poorly you are in your work unit, you must be a bureau-level cadre!"

"Have you discussed it with your family? You still have to think it over..."

Everyone chattered around Cha Haisheng, trying to persuade him not to resign easily.

Zha Haisheng understands that everyone's objection is their concern for him, and with a soft smile on his face, he said freely: "It's late, I have completed the resignation procedures, this time I really thought it through very clearly." Thank you for your concern.”

Seeing that Zha Haisheng's mind had been made up and it was a done deal, everyone stopped talking about dissuading him.

It was He Ping who stuffed a bottle of Erguotou into Zha Haisheng's hand. The arrival of Zha Haisheng made He Ping's thoughts firmer.

"Work has its benefits, and resignation also has its benefits. Since Haisheng is here today, let's not worry about it so much. First, let's congratulate Haisheng on getting rid of mundane clutter and focusing on writing."

"That's right, we literary youths have to be free. If we are stuck in trivial matters all day long, what literary and good things can we write?"

He Ping's words resonated with some people. Before, everyone didn't think so, but after writing the script, everyone found that only in He Ping's family could they really focus on creating without distractions.

Whether at home or at work, even if you are doing nothing, it is difficult to calm down.

The smile on Zha Haisheng's face was wider, and the support of his friends made him feel happier. He unscrewed Erguotou and took a deep breath.

"happy!"

The arrival of Zha Haisheng gave everyone a new topic, all of which revolved around him.

"Haisheng, then you are here, what about the novel of "Heroes"? Didn't you write it together with Lao Luo and Liu Jun'er, what should we do now that we are separated?"

Zha Haisheng said: "Liu Jun hasn't graduated yet, and Lao Luo is reluctant to part with his job. The three of us can only write letters to communicate now. I will settle with Teacher He first. I plan to persuade them slowly when the conditions are better. come over."

It seems that Zha Haisheng really intends to stay here permanently, and even wants to persuade his two partners to come here.

Yingcheng is one of several cities along the Bohai Bay in Liao Province. The climate here is still very good, warm in winter and cool in summer.

Zha Haisheng also took a fancy to this, so he ran over to settle down.

"Mr. He, I plan to build a small courtyard like yours here, what do you think?"

"Do you really want to live here?"

"Of course it's true. I quit my job."

He Ping thought for a while and said, "You don't have a registered permanent residence in Ping County. If you need to find a way to build a house, leave it to me."

Zha Haisheng said happily: "I knew it was right to ask you about this matter, then I will trouble you."

"You're being polite, it's not a big deal."

Seeing that Zha Haisheng really planned to settle down in Ping County, everyone began to give him advice and suggestions.

"Haisheng, I think our town is pretty good."

"I think Han Tun is better."

"It's good, it must be in the county in terms of convenience."

Cha Haisheng said: "I plan to be neighbors with Teacher He, so that it will be convenient for everyone to come to my house."

Everyone applauded when they heard it. If this is the case, they will have another chance to eat, no, it is a place to engage in creation.

That night, Zha Haisheng lived at He Ping's house, and it was one of the few nights after graduation that he slept extremely soundly.

The next day, He Ping found the old man.

"What's the matter?"

"You said how about I build a 'writer's village' for our Ping County?"

"Writer's Village?" Mao Xueshan heard of such a concept for the first time.

"To put it bluntly, it is a larger literary salon. It's just that the scope of this salon has become a village, and dozens of families are engaged in literary creation."

After hearing this, Mao Xueshan thought it was a bit interesting, but he still couldn't understand the benefits of building this thing.

"If you want to talk about the benefits, there are really not many on the surface. This kind of thing is more of a gimmick, adding some local cultural atmosphere, but there are still some subtle benefits. Let me give you an example, you If Wang Bo’s article didn’t exist for Tengwang Pavilion, would it be so famous through the ages?”

Mao Xueshan immediately understood He Ping's intentions. From ancient times to the present, how many places have become famous all over the world because of a poem or an article by literati and refined scholars.

As long as the "writer's village" that He Ping calls can be built and attract some powerful writers to come here, it will definitely have such an effect.

Regardless of whether everyone is intentional or unintentional, the place where you live must be a topic that cannot be avoided when creating.

At that time, the name of Ping County will not only appear in newspapers, but also in novels and poems.

Canglin is well-versed in etiquette, driven by Hantun in Ping County, and has begun to develop slowly in the past two years. If coupled with the blessing of this kind of humanistic atmosphere, it will be well-known in the country.

After Mao Xueshan thought for a while, he stood up again and smoked a cigarette.

He was still thinking about the operability of this matter.

He Ping said slowly: "Economy and culture are a pair of twins. Only a prosperous economy can bring brilliant culture. There is nothing like it in ancient and modern China and abroad. In order to develop economy in Ping County, we must pay more attention to cultural development. No matter how good the economic development is, We are only a county town, but it will be different if we do well in the cultural industry, and we will be a famous cultural city by then.”

"Cultural city, cultural city..."

Mao Xueshan repeatedly chewed on the four words uttered by his son-in-law, as if a lamp was lit in his heart.

Yes, doing a good job is not as good as praising it. What can be more glorious than the pen and ink of a literati?

At this moment, Mao Xueshan's heart swelled with incomparable ambitions. He wanted to make Ping County a well-known cultural city in the Northeast and even in the whole country during his tenure.

He thought for a while, and vaguely found a thread in all the things He Ping had done in the past year. This kid's layout is so deep?
"Actually, you've already made up your mind, haven't you?" Mao Xueshan asked nonchalantly.

He Ping smiled modestly, "I can't hide anything from you."

Then He Ping began to talk about the plan in his heart.

"In fact, from the very beginning when I was working on "Northeast Love Story", I was thinking about how to maximize the effectiveness of this matter for Hantun, Ping County, you, and myself. I think we should do Brand, make "Northeast Love Story" into a series of TV series, and become an authentic Northeast dish that domestic audiences look forward to every year.

Later, the adaptation of "Jia Hui" gave me a deeper thought. I wondered if I could go deeper into film and television shooting?For example, build a film and television city.Of course, limited by the conditions in our Ping County, I think we can start with rural dramas first. "

After He Ping said a few words, his mouth became dry and he took a sip of water.

(End of this chapter)