Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 581 The Writer's Village Arrives

The Goodfarmer Agricultural Research Institute has started construction, but the headquarters of the newly established Goodfarmer Group has not yet settled down.

He Ping planned to locate the headquarters next to the research institute, but this involved the problem of occupying cultivated land, so he had to ask his father-in-law again for help.

The father-in-law naturally has no reason not to agree. The son-in-law has created such a big scene for Han Tun this year, and the development prospects in the next few years are immeasurable. How could the county not even help with such a small favor, and agreed without saying a word.

He Ping didn't plan to start a large-scale construction project either. For the time being, he found a place next to the research institute to build an office building, which was enough for the group's internal use.

Funds still need to be used more in the group's business expansion and technology research and development, which is the most important thing.

The reform of Hantun Enterprises has been on the right track. He Ping intends to integrate other industries under his control, but there is not much time left right now. Let's wait a year or two. The Writers' Village is about to open.

A few days before the opening of the village, the editors of the magazines and newspapers that He Ping had invited and the invited writer friends came to Ping County one after another. The reception alone was enough for He Ping.

April 1987, 4, the 19nd of March in the lunar calendar, is suitable for business opening, horse riding, travel, and outings.

The temperature in early spring is a bit low, but the outdoors are breezy and sunny.

He Ping recruited several cars from Goodfarmer Group, and pulled nearly a hundred editors of magazines and newspapers and writer friends from the hotel to outside the writer's village.

Today, not only these editors and writers, but also government officials headed by Lao Zhangren.

At around nine o'clock in the morning, hundreds of people gathered in front of the writer's village book city.

A book city covering an area of ​​more than 3000 square meters is like a giant in Ping County in this era.On the front of the book city, there are two big characters - Book Mountain.

This is the name of the book city, and its shape is just like the name, showing a shape of high in the middle and low on both sides. The whole book city extends nearly [-] meters into the writer's village, and its momentum is like a rainbow.

As an investor of Writers' Village, He Ping specially put on a suit today, looking energetic.

He stood at the front of the crowd and saw many familiar faces, some familiar friends like Li Tuo, Zhang Nuanxin, Wang Fu, Cha Haisheng, Liu Jun, and Luo Yihe, as well as Lin Jinlan, Zhu Wei, Ma Yuan, and Chen Cun This is from editors and writers who have met or never met in various magazines and newspapers.

Seeing He Ping standing up, everyone focused their eyes on him.

He Ping said aloud with some emotion: "Dear editors, writers and guests from the government, welcome to Ping County. Today is April 1987, 4. This is destined to be an event recorded in China. A day in the history of literature. Because on this day, the Ping County Writers Village, which we have spent three years and tens of millions of dollars in building, finally ushered in its opening day.

Looking back on the experience of the writer's village from scratch, I really have countless things to say in my heart.

The origin of the Writer’s Village was a bragging experience with friends. Friends who are familiar with me should know that I have no other hobbies, but I like to brag..."

When He Ping said this, there was a burst of laughter from the crowd.

"Tuoye, sister-in-law, Li Feng, Aixia..." He Ping called the names of his friends one by one. This sentence, I did it! I, He Ping, am not bragging!"

When he said this, his voice was a little tearing, his eyes were firm, and he looked at everyone present sincerely.

Everyone heard the innocence contained in He Ping's words, and they also admired the extraordinary ideals in his chest.

Create an ideal country for literati!

Just listening to it made the noses of all the literary youths sore, and they couldn't help crying on the spot.

"Mr. He is awesome!"

The crowd didn't know who yelled first, and others followed suit, and there was a tsunami!

He Ping's emotions were well brewed, but today he had to be provocative no matter what he said, pretending to be a coward in front of many colleagues in the literary world, but unexpectedly, his emotions were wiped out by this sudden voice in an instant.

He Ping shouted angrily: "Stop, stop, stop! Who is shouting there? Liu Jun, is it you who is making trouble there? I have been holding back for two years, and I finally want to pretend that you are making trouble when you come up!"

Everyone roared with laughter, and Liu Jun replied in the crowd: "Mr. He, it has nothing to do with me, it's Xiaocha who took the lead in shouting!"

Forget it, anyway, the emotions are gone, He Ping has been brewing for a long time to feel lonely, and he doesn't want to continue to be sensational anymore.

He said: "Okay. I won't be here to talk to everyone. Today is the first day of the opening of the Writer's Village. Everyone is welcome to come in and visit."

After speaking, He Ping planned to lead everyone into the book city.

At this moment, a Beijing brand car drove up to the gate of Book City, opened the door, and a little old man got out of the car.

He Ping was surprised when he saw the visitor: "Teacher Wang!"

Many people present recognized the literary senior who got out of the car. The person who came was Wang Meng, the current senior official of the Ministry of Culture. The crowd immediately became commotion. He also showed a surprised expression, he didn't expect his son-in-law to invite such a master.

Wang Meng held He Ping's hand and said with a smile, "How is it? Xiao He, I'm not late, am I?"

He Ping grinned and said, "No, it's just the right time."

After exchanging a few words with Wang Meng, He Ping led everyone into the book city.

Entering the book city is an atrium with thousands of square meters that runs through the book city, and the roofs on both sides have skylights extending longitudinally.The whole book city is divided into north and south areas. The north area is the business area of ​​the book city, and the south area is the reading area of ​​the book city. It is open to the public free of charge. "Circle place" means that two glass pillars on one side of the circle lead directly to the sky, attracting natural sunlight and green plant landscapes, allowing the enclosed space to breathe.

He Ping introduced the book city while taking the crowd to visit: "Actually, what makes me most proud of the book city is not its size or its decoration, but the millions of books in it. These are all future writers. Friends are the best assistants and teachers when writing..."

When everyone heard this number, their faces were a little moved. In this era, libraries in many provincial capital cities may not have a collection of millions of books, but a private book city like Writer Village actually has such a collection. He Ping was deeply moved by all the thought and thought.

After visiting the Book City, walk out from the gate of the South District, and you will see the inside of the Writers Village, and you will see an open open square, which is a venue for tourists and writers.

(End of this chapter)