Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 6 Reading a Warehouse and Writing a Novel
He Ping happily went to the brigade room with his torn bedding in his arms.

After entering the warehouse, a man was sitting on the ground burning a kang hole.

Generally, the place where the kang in the northeast is burned is in the outhouse, that is, the kitchen.However, there is a special kind of heated kang, which is called a fire wall in some places. Usually, houses that are not inhabited will have this kind of fire wall.They are usually built along the north wall, about the same height as the kang, about half a meter wide, and a kang hole is left on the side for burning fire.To put it simply, it is a narrower kang.

Anyone who has lived in a bungalow knows that it is generally important to sit north and south, and the north gable is often the coldest place. After the fire wall is burned, the temperature inside the house will rise a lot.

When the man heard someone entering the room and turned around, He Ping hurriedly said hello, "Uncle Wei."

"Why are you here?"

"The captain saw that my room was too cold, so he asked me to come over and look at the warehouse."

After hearing He Ping's words, Han Weiguo didn't speak, and continued to light the fire.

In the past few days, He Ping has basically recognized everyone in the team. Han Weiguo and the captain are of the same generation, but there is a big difference in age. This year they are just in their early forties.

When I was young, I joined the army. In 62, I lost a leg in the self-defense counterattack against India. After retiring, I returned to my hometown. The old man in the family passed away a few years ago.

As a disabled person, even though he is a veteran, finding a partner has become a persistent problem. The team has arranged for him to be a custodian, who guards the warehouse on weekdays and takes turns on duty with everyone at night.

Han Weiguo was a man of few words and rarely spoke on weekdays, and He Ping didn't take it seriously either.

After laying out the quilt and chatting for a while, He Ping went to the next office with the excuse of writing a letter.

Pull off the light cord, the long-lost light is so nice.

There are power amplifiers and microphones on the desk, and the socket is on the corner of the desk.

He Ping charged his phone with excitement.

"Om!" What a pleasant voice, this is modern civilization!

He Ping took off his clothes to cover the charging cable and mobile phone, and took out a pen and paper from his desk.

It's not really a letter, he doesn't know who to write to if he wants to.

He Ping intends to write something. He has been thinking carefully for a few days. As a time traveler, he is in the early stage of reform and opening up. The policy is still very unstable, and changes are often made day and night. It is no problem to improve life at this time. If you want to become bigger and stronger, you have to go in and stay for a few years. For specific examples, you can refer to Foolish Melon Seeds.

The most urgent thing in front of him is to improve his life. In this era when transportation and information are relatively blocked, there are really not many things he can do. He has ruled out the most promising option of business. The way he can think of to improve his life is to take entertainment line up.

As for getting rich through labor, labor is impossible, and it is impossible to work in this life.After these two days of labor reform, He Ping deeply realized one thing, laborers are the most honorable people, and they are only honorable.

Writing is a thing with no threshold, but the threshold for earning a living by writing is not low. Fortunately, He Ping still has a smart phone, thanks to K**DLE, thanks to WX for reading, and thanks to a certain cloud disk. With several G books, He Ping couldn't help feeling a little excited.

He strokes the smooth phone case, it's up to you to improve your life.

First look through k**dle, thank you for the good habit of supporting the genuine version for so many years.

Dragons?Inappropriate, writing fantasy literature in this era is looking for shit.

Kafka on the Shore?No, Laocun's novels are too petty and inappropriate.In this era, China is still the world of realist literature, so I will look again to see if there are any books in this area.

Mo Yan's anthology?This is good, put an eye on it.

Life?For Lu Yao, you can have this.

sea?martial arts?You can also try this.

A Collection of Liu Cixin's Short Stories? , does anyone watch science fiction these days?By the way, when was Science Fiction World released? .

After more than half an hour of picking, I finally took out a few scattered books that were not born in this era and that fit the characteristics of the times.

Let’s start with the short stories first. After all, there are no computers in this era, and the code words are all relying on one hand. A large novel can copy He Ping’s desire | fairy | desire | death.

Just take a few short stories to test the waters, and try to write as many styles as possible.Cast your net wide!
Although realism is popular these days, and a thousand readers have a thousand Hamlets in their hearts, who knows which editor is the best?

I tried to read a few short stories I had carefully selected, and it was ok, there was nothing wrong with it.

Flick your wrists and get creative.

It took more than an hour to write, rubbing his dry eyes and sore wrists, He Ping looked at the three pages he had written, and wanted to cry, but he didn't expect that being a copywriter was not easy. One-third of it hasn't been written yet.

Looking at the phone, it was already past nine o'clock, and the phone was fully charged.

take it easy.

He Ping stood up and moved around for a while. By this time, everyone in the team had already fallen asleep, and it was pitch black outside.

He went to the warehouse to discuss something with Uncle Wei Guo. He excused himself to write a letter and wanted to be on duty in the middle of the night, so that Uncle Wei Guo could change shifts with him in the second half of the night.

He inspected several other rooms where farm tools and supplies were piled up. He was on duty and said it was anti-theft, but this was a low-probability event after all, and rats were the most guarded against.

But don't underestimate mice, thinking that a small body can't steal much.As one of the veritable four pests, its destructive power is much more amazing than its small body.

Let's put it this way, if the farmer's family has a jar of rice, and the family members go out for a week, if there is half a jar of rice left, it is considered a kindness of the mouse.

He focused on checking the room in the granary, and found nothing unusual. He Ping went back to the room to write his novel.

At one o'clock in the middle of the night, He Ping was so sleepy that he was going to go to the granary to have a look. If there was nothing to do, he was going to change shifts with Uncle Wei.

He Ping entered the granary. The dead of night was a good time for mice to come out. He was just about to use a flashlight to shine around when he heard chattering in his ears.

There are mice!

He Ping picked up the shovel by the door and was about to give the thief a hard time, when he saw two beams of blue light shooting out of the darkness, which shocked He Ping.

what?
He Ping was so frightened that he didn't dare to move. He turned his head and realized that it should be the eyes of some kind of animal.

Sure enough, the two beams of blue light rushed towards the source of the chirping. A moment later, there was a scream of howling ghosts and wolves, which made He Ping's hair stand cold.

He Ping boldly walked inside, and shone the flashlight along the place where the sound came from. He saw a fat mouse being held in the claws of the weasel, struggling desperately.

Seeing someone approaching, the weasel jumped onto the window sill after grabbing the mouse, and got out of the room along the air leak.

He Ping let out a long sigh of relief. Although there was no danger, it was enough to refresh people in the dead of night.

(End of this chapter)