Riding the wind of rebirth

Chapter 35 Song Yucheng

The minibus continued to drive towards Jiachuan. After the second lady left, Zhou Zhi turned to grandma: "Grandma, are you happy to come back and have a look?"

"Happy, I even put Tianmin in the grave. I see there is an open space next to him..."

"Grandma, what are you talking about, you will live a long life, it's too early."

Zhou Zhi held up her grandma's hand: "But that place has good feng shui. My aunt often said that there were no children from the ancestral grave of our old Zhou family in Baimi, and the fifth aunt said that the grandfather's ancestral grave did not give birth to children. It's just right to put it here. Take up!"

"Then it's just a joke! You are really calculating!" Grandma said angrily.

"But that place is really nice." Zhou Zhi said, "Grandma, don't worry, I'll tell Uncle Wu, that place can only be reserved for your old man."

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On the seat behind, my father and mother were muttering: "Xiuqin, how much money does our family have?"

Mom looked around vigilantly: "Go home and tell me! What do you want to do?"

Dad said in a low voice: "Mom, there is one more thing..."

"What's the matter?"

"Pay party dues."

"How much is that?" My mother was shocked when she thought of how old she was these days.

"It's not too much. Calculated by rural party members, it's only [-] cents a month."

"Just say how many years!"

"Keep your voice down! From [-] to [-]."

My mother is an old accountant, and she got the number in a blink of an eye: "140?! So much?! I gave Xiaoliu more than a month for nothing?!"

"It's our family's honor!"

Dad patted his mother's hand and looked at the nagging grandparents and grandchildren in front of him: "Honor! Just let Zhou Zhi receive this education, can you buy it for 150 yuan?"

"I don't think he has much education." My mother knew that the family had to dig out so much money, and she was in a bad mood: "I went to clean the radish and cabbage..."

After speaking, a sudden idea came to him, and he turned to ask his godfather: "Brother, you said that the provincial magazine usually pays five yuan for the manuscript fee of [-] words, but the two articles written by the elbow are [-] words, and here is [-] yuan." Fives?"

Godfather nodded: "It's about this number."

The mother looked at her son and asked the father again: "I heard from the second sister that she still wants to reward the elbow..."

"Stop it before it's too late..." Dad couldn't help but roll his eyes at Mom, and quickly looked away when she wasn't paying attention: "This is called splitting the meeting in half, equalizing the profit and loss, right? It's still counting on the child!"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head: "Brother, I won't go to the secretary's place in a while. Mom is tired enough this day, so we will go home first."

The godfather smiled: "Okay, then I'll go, and give Ganer a striker first!"

"Don't talk nonsense, brother!"

Godfather smiled and patted Dad on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I know!"

That night, Zhou Zhi's family stayed in front of the TV, watching the local news starting at [-] o'clock.

There are also rules for news broadcasting, first the simulcast, then the provincial news, and finally the county news.

"... Early this morning, based on reports from the masses, the County Public Security Bureau raided the county Sichuan Opera Troupe, movie theaters, and the video hall attached to the Cultural Center. "

"...Secretary Hua Yuliang instructs the Sichuan Opera Troupe to review its responsibilities and give important instructions. As the Spring Festival approaches, in addition to providing the people of the county with a stable and peaceful social environment, they must also provide the people of the county with a healthy and positive spiritual environment..."

"...This afternoon, behind the shrine in the home of Zou Xiuyue, a resident of Gujing Village, Shuangxi Town, relevant departments found several important historical relics of the revolutionary party, including the flag of the guerrilla team in the Sichuan-Yunnan-Guizhou border area, and the Hongshui Red Joint Special Branch Organization in Jiachuan. Specifications, the list of underground comrades who joined the revolution at that time, and the list of some guerrillas.”

"According to Comrade Wu Lingjun, deputy director of the County Bureau of Culture and Education and director of the County Cultural Center, this document was specially preserved by Zou Xiuyue's mother, Comrade Song Qiaoling, an underground party member of our party, and has very important historical document value. An important addition to the history has been reported to the relevant departments..."

"Mom, mom! Watch you on TV!"

Grandma is using yellow wax to prepare the cotton thread for tomorrow's insoles: "I'm getting old and playing a game of Yangge, oh my fifth, I'm also playing it..."

At this time, the phone rang at home, it was not the friends of my parents, but Zhou Zhi's best friends.

The first is Feng Xueshan: "Elbow! You are on TV! And grandma!"

"I'm right there on the ladder..."

"No matter, it's on TV, treat me!"

"What kind of guests are you? I've already been there once on New Year's Day. You just don't know."

"Eh? What's the matter?"

"I was pulled to be the host of the New Year's Day performance, and I had a cross talk with Yan Xiao. When the county reported the news of the performance, there were pictures of me and Yan Xiao."

"Really?! I didn't even hear what you said!"

"What's there to say? That oil painting is so ugly, hang it up first."

"Wait! You still have to please!"

"Please, please, please, wait a few days, when the time comes, you will strike..."

With this beginning, after that night, there was no rest.

This is the day-to-day life in a small county today, and it is not surprising that a small incident will soon spread throughout the city.

Early the next morning, the remittance notice from the post office arrived, and the first essay was 30 yuan for [-] words.

This number was double what my mother heard from her godfather, and Zhou Zhi didn't know what was going on.

Zhou Zhi couldn't even remember how much money he had in his previous life.

Just as he was about to go to the post office to take out the money, his godfather called and asked him to go to the county party committee.

Zhou Zhi shook the remittance slip in his hand: "Father, let me invite you to Baihuating to eat pig cake."

"It's a matter of long life, right?" Mom said, "What about grandma?"

"You'll bring it back to her later. It doesn't matter if your class is a few minutes early or a few minutes late, right?" Zhou Zhi shouted to the grandmother who was putting on an apron, "Grandma, do you want to eat pig cake? I'll treat you."

"Yo! Dear grandson, please eat!"

Mom went to the kitchen and found the pot: "Let's go then, you and your dad will eat there, and I will call back to eat with your grandma."

The Zhu'er Bakery shop is close to the county party committee, and there are quite a few people who come here for breakfast. Many of them know Dad. Before they sit down, they have already greeted him constantly, and some of them are chatting about what happened yesterday.

"Let's buy it and eat it at home." Dad was a little helpless: "Zhou Zhi, give me the money."

Mom was handing the pot to the boss to scoop up soy milk: "Yes, give me the money."

Zhou Zhi took out the remittance slip and flicked it: "Advance payment."

Dad had no choice but to pay the money: "Go to the county committee after eating. If you want the doorman to ask, let him call the secretary of the county committee and let him come down to pick it up, you understand?"

"know."

After breakfast, I came to the county party committee, but was stopped by the guard.

After a while, a young man in his 20s came downstairs: "Zhou Zhi, right? The secretary has a meeting at the Finance Bureau, and he said he'll be here later. Come with me first."

"Yeah." Zhou Zhi obediently followed the young man inside, "What should I call you?"

"My name is Song Yucheng, Secretary Zhang's secretary. You can call me Secretary Song, or Brother Song in private."

"Brother Song was assigned to the county party committee not long after graduation, right?"

"Yes, because of lack of experience, he is often criticized by the secretary."

"Brother Song is humble."

While talking, the two came to Hua Yuliang's big office, and Song Yucheng made a cup of tea for Zhou Zhi: "Zhou Zhi, let's wait outside, great writer, read a book here, take a rest, and accompany me to work? "

"Okay, Brother Song, don't worry about me, I'll find a book to read by myself."

On the bookcase were the "Notice on Relevant Issues Concerning the Adjustment of Grain Purchase and Sales Policy" and "Regulations on the Administration of Urban House Demolition" that were published only last month. Zhou Zhi pulled out these two books and sat at the coffee table to read them.

Song Yucheng was also secretly observing Zhou Zhi, seeing him sitting there quietly reading two materials, occasionally picking up a teacup to take a sip, and immediately getting into a very serious state, he felt that this kid could write such articles , and there is indeed a reason.

The two materials were not long, and Zhou Zhi finished reading them quickly, but instead of standing up, he picked up the one he had just read and read it again.

Ok?What kind of way of reading is this?Song Yucheng felt a little strange.

This time, the reading was much slower, and then, it looped again.

In the end, it completely stopped at the "Notice on Issues Concerning Adjustment of Grain Purchase and Sale Policies".

"Zhou Zhi, shall we chat?"

Zhou Zhi put down the materials: "Will you not delay Brother Song?"

"The secretary hasn't come back yet, and I have finished the work in my hand, so don't delay."

"Then what does Brother Song want to talk about?"

"This time I took a head question, what do you think?"

"Uh... what is a head question?"

"The first article of this issue of "Bashu Literature" is called the headline. It is equivalent to the headlines on the front page of a newspaper. It is not easy."

"I said why the manuscript fee is different from what my godfather said, now I understand..."

"Is your godfather Director Wu?"

"Well, but I'm afraid he prefers to be called Director Wu. Godfather said that the manuscript fee for "Bashu Literature" is usually five yuan per thousand characters, but this time he received ten yuan per thousand characters."

"That should be the case. How about it? Tell me about your current mood and thoughts? And how do you continue to move forward along this path?"

"Brother Song, you are flattering me too much. I feel happy when I receive the manuscript fee. The idea is to treat my family to a meal of pig cake. As for how to continue on this road, Brother Song, I can't go on."

"Why?" Song Yucheng was shocked.

"Brother Song, writing requires materials, accumulation, and knowledge. And my materials, accumulation, and knowledge have been used up in those two articles."

"This has something to do with the foundation in the stomach. When the foundation is used up, I can't write anymore."

"Then you can continue to accumulate foundation?"

"But I'm about to finish high school now, and I'm going to take the university entrance exam. In this case, I have to keep accumulating, and I don't have enough time."

"That's right..." Song Yu deliberately said, "To tell you the truth, when I was in school, I also liked to write and write, but after graduation, I feel that my pen is getting worse and worse when I look at the materials every day. .”

(End of this chapter)