Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 533 Hot Pot Banquet

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, eating hot pot and singing songs, there is no more comfortable day than this.

He Ping has always felt that the winter in Northeast China has a kind of poetic romance. The white snow outside the window seems to pause time, and life seems to have entered a period of stagnation during this period of time.

In winter, the body's desire for hot pot is the same as the desire for barbecue in summer, and I can't help sending a few.

He is currently researching the hot pot in Sichuan Province, which is completely different from the shabu-shabu in Beijing and Northeast China.

These days, unlike later generations, there are not so many hot pot bases that can be bought. If you want to eat authentic Sichuan hot pot, you can only ask your friends to ask around.

Fortunately, He Ping has a lot of friends now, and after making a few phone calls, he really found out how to do it.

I tried it at home for two days, and the hot pot I made looks decent.

"Mr. He, your hot pot is really good. It really has the taste of Sichuan Province." Liu Jun's tongue was a little bit big from the hot pot, and his mouth was about to flow out.

"It took me several days to try this out. It's absolutely golden ratio. It took me so much effort just to dip in the sauce!"

He Ping took a bite of brain meat, dipped it in the dipping sauce he made, and put it in his mouth with an intoxicated expression.

"By the way, Haisheng, why didn't your little girlfriend call over?" He Ping asked.

Zha Haisheng sighed and said, "Isn't it because the production team is watching too closely now? We are afraid to meet each other now. She said that the director told her that day if she continues like this, she will be kicked out of the production team."

It's really a real version of crazy men complaining about women.

Luo Yihe on the side also felt sympathetic. This guy and Feng Lazi had been having a heated fight recently, and they were often looked down upon by the crew.

Of course, it was He Ping, the leading brother who received the most stares.

He led this group of goods to the crew, and Wang Fulin has a lot of opinions on him now, so he just had to post a notice at the door - He Ping and the Three Musketeers of Beijing University are not allowed to enter.

He Ping sighed, he can't blame himself for this matter, who made your crew have so many cabbages, and you have so many little piggies under your command, it's normal to have two cabbages.

It's just a pity that the people in the drama creation team didn't succeed, and the conditions were still a little bit worse. Without the aura of Peking University students and poets, and lack of financial resources, it was indeed a lot worse to catch up with girls.

Today He Ping treats guests to hot pot, not only the Three Musketeers of Beijing University and the drama creation team, but also Han Zhaojun, Wei Feng, Zhang Guoqiang and others.

He successfully developed the secret recipe of Sichuan hot pot, and specially set up three tables. Seeing that the Chinese New Year is coming soon, it can be regarded as a gathering, lively and lively.

None of the familiar young people from the crew of "Dream of Red Mansions" came, and now Wang Fulin was frightened by He Ping, and the actors were strictly forbidden to contact He Ping and the others in private, for fear of being abducted by a few more girls, so the filming of the scene would not be necessary.

Dare to feel that these twelve golden hairpins are all prepared for you Hantun.

"Zhaojun, how is the chicken farm?" He Ping spoke to Han Zhaojun.

"Very good. Brother He Ping, I'm going to go to Nanhe Province in spring."

He Ping said with a smile: "I said you haven't moved much this year. I dare say you want to pick peaches and eat them now. Professor Guo has worked so hard to investigate good places, so you can go and eat."

"Aren't these all self-owned businesses? It's convenient to be close, and there are supporting facilities."

He Ping nodded and said: "That's right, you did a smart thing. But our chicken farm was the first to start, but now it's lagging behind our brother companies. You have to work hard next time, hurry up and catch up, don't let people see you. joke."

"I understand that our chicken farm is now well-funded, and we have recruited a lot of reserve talents. It is not necessarily slower than them."

"That's what you said. Next year, I'll watch your performance and see if the chicken farm can be as late as you said."

"Don't worry, Brother He Ping. You will definitely not be disappointed." Han Zhaojun drank a drink with He Ping and assured him by patting his chest.

Two NO.30 people gathered together, and the atmosphere at home was unusually lively.

He Ping chatted with Han Zhaojun for a few words, and then he heard Li Feng and Liu Aixia's marriage being mentioned at the table of the drama creation team.

The two have been in love for four or five years now, and this year the two have agreed to set the wedding date in March in the beginning of spring.

Liu Aixia's father is not as critical of Li Feng as before. After all, the son-in-law-to-be is also a screenwriter now, so it's not ashamed to say it.

He Ping added a few words in the past, and chatted while eating, and he was full after a while.

He put down his chopsticks, opened the door and walked into the courtyard.

It didn't know when it was snowing outside, and he saw the steam rising from the hot pot inside the house through the window pane, as well as the feasting crowd, all in different shapes.

Suddenly there was an indescribable emotion in his heart. He thought of the early spring when he just crossed over. At that time, he didn't even have a warm quilt on his bed, and the dilapidated house had air leakage everywhere, and he was often woken up by freezing at night.

Today is different.

"Teacher He!" Luo Yihe also came out of the room at some point and called He Ping.

"I am full?"

"Hmm." Luo Yihe said hesitantly, "Teacher He, what do you think of me writing a novel?"

"Write whatever you want, why do you still ask me?" He Ping was a little surprised.

"It's nothing, it's just that I have been writing "Heroes" for a long time, and I want to write another novel, and suddenly feel that I am bound."

Luo Yihe's feeling is very common, and those codewriters at a certain point in later generations often have this feeling.

"This phenomenon is normal, and I have nothing to teach you. I only have a small suggestion. Bite the bullet and write it down. This kind of problem will disappear after writing."

"That's it!"

"I have stayed in the comfort zone for too long, and it takes a while to get used to jumping out. Believe me, I will get used to it soon."

Luo Yihe nodded, he was still very convinced of He Ping.

"Why do you suddenly think of writing another one?" He Ping asked.

"There are many factors. First of all, I saw that Haisheng's "The Good Man" was well written and sold well, so I wanted to try it myself. And "Heroes" was co-authored by the three of us after all. Really, I haven’t had a masterpiece that truly belongs to me. Most importantly, I also want to test my ability and see if I have the level of independent creation.”

He Ping did not speak after listening, he thought this should be a precursor to the split of the Three Musketeers.

This situation is also very normal. Even triplets cannot be tied together for a lifetime. It has been quite difficult for the three of them to persist in the past few years.

What's more, now two of the Three Musketeers are in love. Once a man falls in love and gets married, it is impossible for brothers to be the same as before.

"If you have an idea, stick to it, and just communicate with Haisheng and Liu Jun. I support your efforts in creating, and it is impossible to point to one work in a lifetime. But you three, don't just write your own novels, forget "Heroes" ah!"

He Ping finally joked.

"We definitely won't. "Heroes" entrusts us with too much emotion, and we will definitely give it a perfect ending."

"That's good, let's go!" He Ping patted Luo Yihe on the shoulder and said.

(End of this chapter)