Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 96 The Director Is My Big Brother
He Ping knocked on the door of Mao Chunhua's house, and it was Mao Chunhua who opened the door.

Seeing He Ping's hair blowing to one side like raising a flag, Mao Chunhua laughed, "What are you doing?"

"Don't mention it, it's too windy today, it makes me tired."

"Come in quickly." Mao Chunhua let He Ping into the courtyard, and reached out to pick up the things in his hand.

"Don't do it, I'll just hold it."

He Ping entered the courtyard, and Wen Guizhen stood at the door, "This is Xiao He, right?"

"Hello, Auntie, I'm He Ping." This must be Mao Chunhua's mother, and He Ping immediately stood at attention obediently and said hello.

"Come in, it's windy and cold today." Wen Guizhen said enthusiastically.

When He Ping entered the room, he saw Director Mao sitting at the table, reading a book in his hand.

Mao Chunhua followed behind and whispered to his mother, "Didn't he cook there just now?"

"Just pretend!"

"Director Mao... no, hello uncle."

Director Mao raised his head as if he had just discovered He Ping, "Oh, He Ping is here, sit down."

"Hey, good." He Ping followed Mao Chunhua to put the things in the house.

"Why do you take so many things, you don't feel tired and panic." Mao Chunhua looked at He Ping's face flushed by the strong wind, and said distressedly.

"It's not surprising that there are so many people, I should prepare more things when I come to the house for the first time."

When the two came out, Director Mao said to Wen Guizhen, "Is the meal almost ready? Let's get ready to eat."

Wen Guizhen thought to herself that you cooked the dishes, and you still don't know if it's almost the same, "Oh, okay, let's eat then."

Mao Chunhua helped his mother serve the dishes, while He Ping sat aside and didn't dare to speak. Director Mao didn't know what book he was holding, and he read it so seriously.He wanted to help Mao Chunhua's mother and daughter, but was rejected, so he could only sit alone, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

"Come, come, the dishes are all ready, let's eat." Wen Guizhen greeted.

Chairman Mao put down the book in his hand without hesitation, "Xiao He, let's eat."

"it is good."

"Xiao He, drink some wine?" Director Mao asked, taking out a bottle of wine.

He Ping saw that it was Moutai. He really had no chance to taste Moutai in this era. It’s a good thing. The corner of his mouth unconsciously brought a smile, and then he felt that he couldn’t show his unseen world and wine in front of his future father-in-law and mother-in-law. Looking at him, he hurriedly said, "I don't drink much."

"It's okay, drink less."

Not daring to ask the future father-in-law to pour wine for him, He Ping hurriedly stood up and poured wine by himself, and then poured wine for Director Mao.

Director Mao raised his wine glass and coughed. Everyone's eyes were focused on him.

Mao Chunhua thought to himself that this old comrade is really good with his official accent today.

"Let me just say a few words. Comrades He Ping and Xiao He are welcome to come to our house as a guest. You and Chunhua have established a relationship now, and we must get along well in the future, with mutual understanding and trust."

"cheers!"

He Ping dared not delay when the old man spoke, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

hiss~
"Drink it slowly." Seeing that He Ping was a little choked, Mao Chunhua told him worriedly.

"fine."

Director Mao couldn't help but feel a little sour when he saw his daughter. Your father did it just now, so why didn't you see your concern.

"Come on, pick up some vegetables and eat, Xiao He moves the chopsticks."

He Ping picked up the chopsticks, let alone that he was a cadre family, the dishes were harder than his own during the Chinese New Year. The chicken, duck and fish were basically included, but He Ping didn't have a good appetite for Chinese New Year meals at this time.

Trembling with fear, he took a bite of the chicken, and before he could enter, he heard Director Mao say, "Xiao He..."

"Hey, Director Mao... No, Uncle, tell me." He Ping hurriedly put down his chopsticks and replied.

"It's okay, you eat yours, how is the novel writing recently?"

"I just wrote a novel some time ago and submitted it. Because I want to publish it directly, I submitted it to the publishing house, so there is no result yet. I am waiting for the letter."

Director Mao took a bite of the food, "That's right, it's only been a while, and I've already started writing novels."

"It's thanks to Chunhua's help." He Ping's words touched Mao Chunhua's heart like honey.

"Oh? What's going on here?"

"I wrote a children's literature work before. After I finished writing, I always felt that it was almost meaningless. Later, I asked Chunhua to help me draw some illustrations. The effect of the illustrations was much better immediately."

Wen Guizhen said: "No wonder I kept seeing him writing and drawing in his room at night."

"I hope your work can be published smoothly." Director Mao raised his glass and blessed.

"Thank you for your kind words." After drinking another glass of wine, He Ping began to smell alcohol on his face.

"By the way, how is your chicken farm in Hantun now?" Director Mao asked casually, remembering the chicken farm again.

"The chicken farm has started to lay eggs in November. Currently, there are more than 11 chickens in stock, and the eggs are more than 6500 catties a day, and the gross income exceeds 200 yuan." He Ping briefly reported the situation of the chicken farm.

"I've read your Han Tun's accounts, and you've done a good job this year. Are there any difficulties now?"

"There are no difficulties. At present, the scale of the chicken farm is still expanding. We plan to expand the chicken farm next month, and strive to expand the number of chicken farms to more than 30000 to 50000 this year. Every day, we will provide four chickens for a city around Yingcheng. The county provides more than 3000 catties of eggs."

Director Mao was a little surprised, "Your goal is not small. This scale can be compared to some state-owned farms."

"How can we compare with state-run units, we are making small troubles."

Wen Guizhen interrupted: "You guys, stop talking about work when you are eating at home, talk about family affairs."

Director Mao smiled and said, "Okay, let's talk about family affairs."

The time passed while talking and laughing. He Ping, the hairy son-in-law, came to the door for the first time and it went smoothly, but he couldn't drink well. In the end, he drank a little too much. You can rest assured that Huajiao is in my hands, you can’t go wrong.”

Director Mao couldn't laugh or cry, and his wife Wen Guizhen complained: "Look at you, you are not allowed to drink so much, but you just don't listen, what are you doing, and you are still a big brother? What kind of seniority are you?"

Director Mao was not angry, "Drunk talk, it looks like I can't leave, let Xiao He stay here tonight."

"That's the only way to go." Wen Guizhen sighed.

Before going to bed at night, Director Mao and his wife Wen Guizhen had a heart-to-heart talk in the room.

"How about it, the young man is okay, he drank so much alcohol, and he didn't see anything out of the ordinary."

"Hmph, I'm ashamed to say that when you drink too much, you start to call yourself a brother. Do you look like an old man?"

"Why do you blame me for this, didn't you ask me to drink more?"

"I asked you to persuade you to drink, did I ask you to call him brother and brother?"

"You are really...too lazy to talk to you, sleep."

There was nothing to say all night, this night He Ping slept extraordinarily sweetly.

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