Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 48
"Ugh!" He Ping retched while brushing his teeth. He didn't know how he got home last night. When he got up, he had a splitting headache. He swore that he would never drink so much again.

Xiao Zhuer went to school, and the little person got up early in the morning and cooked the meal.

Today's children are sensible. He Ping feels like a heartless landlord exploiting child labor.

No, the child is so sensible, he must be rewarded.

Well, the copybook has to be bought.

Thinking of Xiao Zhuer's ecstatic expression after seeing the copybook, He Ping stretched out contentedly, how conscientious my old father is!

This father's love is like a mountain... the ground is torn apart.

After breakfast, He Ping walked around the chicken farm, everything was in order.

Aunt Qiufen happened to be on duty today, cleaning the chicken coop hard, and Uncle Wei Guo, who was not expected to be peaceful, was also helping.

tsk tsk!
Since the last time they were exposed by their mother-in-law in public, these two people have not betrayed anyone, and they are tired of being together all day long, which is uncomfortable to watch.

He Ping let out a wretched laugh, which provoked Wei Guoshu to laugh and scold him.

In a good mood, He Ping went to the hatching room to look again. The chicken farm has maintained a small but continuous hatching mode.Some time ago, I sold 200 semi-large chickens, and recently I bought them back, still 2600 chickens.

Han Zhaojun was turning eggs on the kang and said hello to He Ping.

"I see a lot of chickens out there are growing fast."

"That's right, the old rich uncle said that in a few months at most, chickens will have to lay eggs. We have a good feed ratio, and the chickens grow fast. If they are raised at home, it will take at least eight or nine months to lay eggs. "

"Thanks to old uncle Cai, it seems that we should be able to distribute some money to the members at the end of the year."

The chicken farm only sees investment but does not report. Although He Ping is confident in his heart, this collective enterprise is not his own, especially at the end of the year, when there is no movement, someone in the team should spread gossip.

"Yeah, but Brother He Ping, should we wait for the dividends? I think we should expand the scale. Now we are fully qualified!"

Han Zhaojun spends more time in the chicken farm than He Ping every day, and he really regards the chicken farm as his own business.

"Eggs will be laid next month, and there will be nearly three months until the end of the year. Let's share some money first. The income after the year will be used to enrich the chicken farm. I have been busy all year round, so I will share some money with everyone. See you The members of the commune will pay more attention to the work of our chicken farm, won't they?"

He Ping said solemnly.

Han Zhaojun thought about it, and it was the same reason.

After inspecting the chicken farm, He Ping rode his bicycle to the county seat.

Yesterday I was preoccupied with getting tables and chairs for the primary school, and forgot to buy copybooks for Xiao Zhuer.

These days, there is only one Xinhua Bookstore in the county town, which is in Dongguan, the county town.The bookstore, like all department stores, has all the books laid out flat on the shelves.

When He Ping came in, there were two salesmen at the counter, one was looking down at a book, and the other was dozing off on a chair.

The counter of Xinhua Bookstore is very high, and He Ping needs to lie on the counter to read the names of the books clearly.

"Comrade, I'll buy a hard pen copybook."

He Ping said to the salesperson who was flipping through the book.

"Hard pen copybook?" The salesperson raised his head, "Wait a minute?"

The salesperson rummaged through the counter for a while, finally found one and threw it on the counter, stirring up a puff of dust.

Dude, how old is this old stuff.

He Ping picked it up and took a look. The red and white cover was inscribed with the words "pen block letter copybook", which was published by Shanghai Publishing House.

Open the title page, it was published in 72, it has been 7 years, no wonder it is covered with dust.

"Comrade, do you have the kind of copybooks for children to practice calligraphy?"

He Ping flipped through the copybooks and found that they were different from the copybooks he had come across when he was a child. The first time he heard about hard pen copybooks was when he was in the first and second grades of elementary school, that is, in [-] and [-].At that time, Pang Zhonghua became popular all over China, and almost every child in the school he attended was tortured by Pang Zhonghua's hard pen copybook.

The salesperson in front of him obviously had never heard of the hard-tipped copybook He Ping was talking about, so he shook his head and said no.

The salesperson's words gave He Ping a flash of light, as if he had grasped something.

"how much is it?"

After buying the copybooks, He Ping rode back on his bicycle, thinking about the idea that just popped into his head while walking, elementary school, poverty, calligraphy, all these gradually connected together, the more he thought about it, the more feasible it became.

He Ping rode his bicycle thoughtfully, and suddenly came to his senses, only to realize that he had arrived at the gate of Dingtun Primary School.

He smiled, and it happened that since he had arrived at the place, he would go in and ask.

He Ping found Principal Wang and asked him about writing with a pen.

It turns out that Principal Wang's grandfather was a scholar in the previous dynasty. Although the dynasty changed later, the atmosphere of reading and practicing calligraphy in the family has not changed.Principal Wang followed his father to practice brush calligraphy when he was young. When the People’s Republic of China was established in middle school, fountain pens became popular among students. At that time, Mr. Deng Sanmu and Mr. Bai Jiao published a version of "Fan Pen Calligraphy Model", and he began to practice pen calligraphy. For 30 years now, writing with a pen can be said to be proficient.

He Ping expressed his thoughts. He wanted Principal Wang to write a set of copybooks for primary school students to practice, and commissioned a printing factory to print them into grooved copybooks, and let them sell them in various primary and middle schools.

"Can this work?" Principal Wang has never done such a thing in his life.

"How do you know if you don't try it?"

"My handwriting is not good enough for people to post, and it will make people laugh when I say it."

Principal Wang obviously lacked confidence in himself, He Ping urged: "You are too modest, let's not talk about the field of brush calligraphy, just say that in this hard-tipped calligraphy, among the people I have met, there is no one who can compete with you."

"This...you let me think about it."

For an honest person like President Wang who has devoted half his life to education, He Ping's words are too informative, and it will take some time to clarify the clues.

He Ping could also understand, so he didn't say any more.

After thinking for a long time, Principal Wang finally asked, "You said you want to sell copybooks, how to print them? Whose name should they sell? Can't they be sold in our private name? What if we can't sell them?"

When a series of questions were asked, He Ping was not surprised but delighted. Thinking so comprehensively shows that Principal Wang has thought about it seriously.

"This is what I think. You are responsible for the content of the copybook. I personally pay a sum of money. Let's entrust the printing factory to print in the name of Dingtun Elementary School's factory. If it’s done, I’ll just get back the money, and the rest will be used as school funding for our Dingtun Primary School, whether it’s used to improve the teaching environment or improve the teachers’ personal living conditions, I have no problem.”

Principal Wang was silent for a while after hearing He Ping's words, "What are you trying to do?"

(End of this chapter)