Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 603 The New Face of the Writer's Village

In September, the canning factory of the food subsidiary has undergone trial production, and everything is going well, but there is a problem with the packaging of the cans.

The cannery is taking the gift route, so it must look more upscale than its competitors on the market.

How can we highlight the high-end sense of the product?

One is design and the other is packaging.

In terms of design, there are no professional product design companies in this era. Wei Feng specially invited teachers from Lu Xun Academy of Fine Arts to design the packaging of cans.

After overturning dozens of templates, a design that everyone was satisfied with was selected from them.

But the problem lies in this, there is no packaging factory in the Yingcheng area that can produce products that meet their requirements.

This was very embarrassing, Wei Feng traveled all over the province, and finally found a state-owned packaging factory in Jinzhou that could meet their requirements.

This has led to a delay of more than half a month in the official production of the cannery. In addition to the time of packaging, publicity, and transportation, the cannery perfectly missed the golden stage of gift giving in September and October.

Wei Feng was a little discouraged by his unfavorable start, and also reminded He Ping.

He had called Liang Yuejin before and didn't care about the packaging factory any more. This time he called Liang Yuejin specially to ask him to give him a refresher on the packaging factory.

"Brother, it's useless for you to urge me! The equipment has to be imported from abroad. We are a private company after all. Wang Shina didn't dare to make a big splash when he was engaged in foreign exchange for us. Now he has been bitten by a snake for ten years and is afraid of well ropes. "

With the reality of the situation here, Liang Yuejin was also anxious, but there was no good solution.

He Ping is also a little frustrated with the country's current foreign exchange policy. Whenever there is a need to worry, this foreign exchange system will often choke their necks, making people have to slow down, and no matter how slow they are, they have to persevere.

Things really can't be rushed these days.

Around the [-]th, the autumn camp of the Writer's Village was successfully concluded, and the reputation of the Writer's Village became more and more famous in the domestic literary world. Many people were asking, hoping to come and live here for a while.

Right now, the Writers' Village is short of writers to live in, so Li Tuo naturally opened the door to welcome them.

At the same time, Li Tuo also invited several young literature lovers who were not yet called writers discovered through the "Vegetable Garden" magazine, and he hoped that they could live in the writer's village and provide them with writing training.

The letter from Writer's Village was mailed to the army, and my roommate helped Mai's family get it back.

After reading the contents of the letter, Mai Jia was half happy and half sad.

"What's the matter? I was so happy to read the letter just now?" asked the roommate.

"It's only when I'm happy that I worry about it!"

"What do you mean?"

Mai Jia explained to his roommate: "The novel magazine I posted last time was very important. I think I have great writing talent. I hope I can go to the writer's village to study for a while."

"Isn't this a good thing?" The roommate wondered why the Mai family was still depressed.

"What about the job?"

The roommate thought about it, yes, the army is different from the place, and you can also stay without pay. Generally, you can only go out if you change jobs.

"This is really a problem. But if you really want to go on the road of writing, I suggest that you should seriously consider their invitation."

What the roommate said made Mai Jia fall into deep thought. He also knew that this was a rare opportunity, but work was equally important to him.

Confused, he wrote his inner thoughts in a letter and sent it to the editorial department of Vegetable Garden.

Li Tuo was a little surprised when he received the letter from Mai's family. He didn't expect that the author was actually a soldier. This is really a problem.

When he was chatting with He Ping, he casually mentioned this question, and He Ping said: "It's not easy, let him take an annual leave or something, and come to the Writer's Village to experience it for a few days. If it doesn't feel right, then forget it. If it feels right, Then come here!"

Li Tuo said happily: "This method is good!"

He quickly wrote back to the Mai family.

Mai Jia, who received Li Tuo's reply, felt that this was a feasible method, so he applied to the army leaders.

When he walked off the platform of Pingxian Railway Station with his luggage, it was already the end of October.

He Ping had just sent off the crew of "Red Sorghum", and when he heard that Mai's family had arrived at the train station, he volunteered to pick them up.

At this time, Mai Jia was only 24 years old, and he was a bit jerky in receiving people and things. He Ping's self-introduction made him nervous.

This is a senior in the literary world, and he is still very important.

He was even more nervous when he got on the majestic and elegant black crown. He had never been in such a good car in the army, and everything was exquisite.

If He Ping knew the inner thoughts of the Mai family, he would have scoffed at him, and the crown would be able to fool the country of this era. A comfortable car that entered the country turned into a luxury car.

"Mai, can I call you that?"

"Of course, Mr. He."

"How long did you take the train this time?"

"Counting the reverse from Fengcheng, it will take two days."

"That's not too short. It's been a hard journey."

"It's not hard, thank you and the writer's village for the invitation."

After chatting in the car for a while, Crown drove into the writer's village.

When the Mai family got out of the car, it was like grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, shaking her head and looking left and right in the park.

Hand over the man to Li Tuo, and He Ping's mission is considered complete.

It was time for dinner soon, so Li Tuo asked Mai's family to choose a dormitory first, and after putting down his luggage, he took him to the cafeteria.

This time was the busiest time in the cafeteria. Dozens of people gathered here to dine. Seeing that Li Tuo had a new face, everyone immediately surrounded him curiously.

"Yo, Master Tuo, is there a new product?" Ma Yuan teased.

"Go, don't talk nonsense. Mai, this is Ma Yuan. This is the Mai family. Unlike you old gangsters, Mai is the new blood of our writer's village."

Ma Yuan yin and yang said strangely: "Isn't it? There are new people and forget the old ones! Those of us who eat and drink all day long, how can we fall into the eyes of your old man."

The others echoed in unison, denouncing Li Tuo's bad behavior of favoring the new and despising the old.

Li Tuo dispersed the crowd who joined the fun, and explained to the Mai family, "Don't take it seriously. This group of people spend farts in the village every day, and when they see something new, they gather around like mosquitoes seeing blood."

The Mai family was infected by the relaxed relationship between them, which was a feeling he had never experienced in the army.

"Ms. Li, you all have such a good relationship, which is enviable."

Li Tuo smiled far-fetched, "You will know when you stay for a long time."

The Mai family didn't understand what it meant, and always felt that there seemed to be something unspeakable in Li Tuo's expression.

As the person in charge of the writer's village, Li Tuo understood the virtues of these writers too well, and he spent his whole day doing other things besides writing.

In the Writer's Village, if there is no movement in the park for three to five days, it must be that these guys are holding back and making a big fuss.

I hope that the new batch of little sheep will not follow the example of these old guys.

(End of this chapter)