Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 9 Youth Settlement Novel Contribution
Before dawn the next day, the old team leader put on the donkey cart and was about to set off. He stopped at He Ping's old house at the entrance of the village, and knocked on the door. The door was knocked tremblingly.

He Ping, who was in his sleep, woke up and thought there was an earthquake. When he got up, he saw that it was the old captain.

Seeing He Ping's bleary-eyed look, the old team leader said angrily, "What time is it? Hurry up and get dressed, and take you to the commune. I'll take care of your settlement and adoption of Xiao Zhu'er today."

He Ping packed up and saw the old team leader driving the donkey cart, and Xiao Zhuer got into the cart.

When the two of them discussed yesterday, no one asked Xiao Zhuer's opinion. He Ping still felt a little guilty when he saw Xiao Zhuer today. He didn't know what to say, after all, he didn't ask the child's opinion.

When Xiao Zhuer saw He Ping, a bright smile immediately appeared on his little face.

"Hia!" He Ping got into the cart, the old team leader yelled, waved his long leather whip, and the donkey cart drove slowly out of the small village.

It was the first time for He Ping to walk out of Hantun after traveling for several days. Along the way, there were fertile fields, scattered houses, smoke from kitchens, and the smell of chickens and dogs.

Different from the rural life he had seen in any media, the scene in front of him was so vivid and real that it made him a little silent. Thinking of the appearance of his hometown in the future, he wondered how long such a beautiful scene could last.

The commune where Han Tun lived was called Hongqi Commune, which was located in the south of Ping County, and the People’s Commune of Hongqi Township was located in Liangtun Production Brigade.

The gate of the commune opened to the south, and the old team leader greeted the guard, and drove the donkey cart into the commune compound.

Entering the courtyard, you can see a long row of bungalows facing south, lined up.

The commune had a large yard surrounded by wooden fences. The old captain parked the donkey cart next to the bicycle shed, and led He Ping and Xiao Zhu'er into an office.

In the office, a middle-aged man in a Chinese tunic suit was reviewing documents with his head bowed.

"Director Mao."

"Lao Han is here, sit down."

Seeing that there were two people following behind, Secretary Mao asked, "This is?"

"That's what happened..."

The old captain spent a few minutes explaining the ins and outs of the matter, Director Mao thought for a while and said.

"In principle, there is no problem. In this case, I will write you a note, and you go to the police station to find Lao Liu to handle this matter."

"Okay, then I will thank Secretary Mao." The old captain smiled happily.

"Thank you Secretary Mao." He Ping followed suit.

"My old brothers, you are welcome." Secretary Mao patted He Ping on the shoulder again, "Young man is in good shape, since you have come to our Hongqi commune, you have to work hard to make your life more prosperous."

"Thank you, Secretary Mao, sure."

After a few more pleasantries, the old captain took the two of them to the police station, and with Secretary Mao's note, things went smoothly.

When it came time to name, He Ping hesitated for a while, and asked Xiao Zhuer: "Then you will have my last name?"

Xiao Zhu'er nodded solemnly, her face was tense and serious.

"He Haizhu." From then on, Xiao Zhu'er's surname was He.

After leaving the police station, the old team leader handed over the household registration book to He Ping, and said, "From now on, you two will be husband and wife, live a good life."

He Ping felt a little awkward hearing these words, but couldn't remember what was wrong, so he patted his chest to make sure.

After finishing the settlement, the old team leader still had to go to the purchasing station, asked He Ping, and let the two go about freely.

He Ping looked at Xiao Zhu'er, and Xiao Zhu'er also looked at He Ping.

Called Dad.

Thinking about it was a bit funny, but He Ping didn't say it out loud, "Let's go for a stroll."

He Ping came prepared today, with a few short stories he had "created" in the past few days and the 5 cents he borrowed from Han Zhaojun.

In the township post offices these days, there is always a big counter when you enter the door. There are all kinds of newspapers and magazines on the bookshelf behind the counter, and there are some on the counter.

These days, there is no such thing as free reading, and it cannot be moved without the movement of the staff.

It is said to be a post office, but it is actually a post office. The newspapers and periodicals on display are basically not sold except for public institutions. Of course, people don't expect anyone to buy them.

He Ping looked at the bookshelf, and there were famous magazines such as "People's Literature", "Harvest", "Contemporary" and so on. A colorful magazine cover caught He Ping's attention.

"Science Fiction World"?
I didn't expect it to be released at this time. This is a treasure magazine. In the next 40 years, almost all well-known science fiction in China will be related to this magazine.He Ping still clearly remembers how excited he was when he was lying under the covers and reading magazines with a flashlight when he was in high school.

Mao Chunhua had just finished instructing the fellow who sent the letter how to write the delivery address, and asked He Ping to stand outside the counter and look around, "Comrade, should you send a letter or post something?"

"Ah? Let me see."

This guy was quite funny, Mao Chunhua ignored He Ping as there was nothing to see at the post office.

After a while, He Ping leaned over, "Comrade, could you please get me those magazines?"

Mao Chunhua looked at He Ping in surprise, there were no readers of magazines in a town like Hongqi Town, so Mao Chunhua thought it was He Ping who wanted to buy them!

Turning around, she was brought over, but He Ping's next action stunned her. He Ping flipped through the title pages of several magazines one by one, and took out a pen and paper to copy them.

"Hey, I say comrade, we don't allow copying of books here."

Mao Chunhua hurriedly stopped.

"Don't get me wrong, I just copied the address." He Ping said to Mao Chunhua with a flattering smile. It's not easy to offend people at this time. Civil servants these days don't have any sense of service. If they are unhappy, they won't sell you the goods. They want to complain Nowhere to be found.

Seeing that He Ping had no other actions, Mao Chunhua hesitated for a while and gave up.

It took He Ping a few minutes to transcribe the addresses of several magazines, then simply flipped through the contents, and politely returned the magazines to Mao Chunhua.

At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he didn't meet that kind of difficult salesperson, and it was better for young people to talk.

After screening for a while, He Ping said to Mao Chunhua, "Comrade, I'll post the letter."

He Ping divided the manuscript he brought into two parts, "Send this one to this address, and this one to this address."

The curiosity in Mao Chunhua's heart was resolved. It turned out that he was a literary youth who came over to contribute to the magazine. Such people are rare in Hongqi Town.

Mao Chunhua immediately fell in love with her. She herself is a literary youth. The biggest advantage of her working in the post office is that she can freely read all kinds of newspapers and magazines across the country, and it is free.

Mao Chunhua remembered the young man who contributed the manuscript. When he was packing the envelope just now, Mao Chunhua caught a glimpse of the three characters "Heartbreaker" on one of the stacks of letter paper, and the writing was quite beautiful.

Maybe it can develop into a member of the reading club in the future?
Mao Chunhua looked at the back of He Ping leaving and thought.

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