Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 220 Visiting the History Museum

After the award ceremony, there was an interview activity with reporters. Reporters holding microphones or pens were already staring at the "stars" of this era.

As the warm applause ended, the conference was declared over, and they immediately rushed forward to find the writers they wanted to interview.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Shi Tiesheng became the target of reporters.

Who would have thought that a disabled person in a wheelchair could receive such an honor?

Who would have thought that such thought-provoking words would be said in this place?

Fang Minghua had been prepared for this. When he saw a reporter coming towards him, he immediately jumped into the crowd and hid in the crowd.

The reporter couldn't find Fang Minghua, so he had to grab Jia Pingwa with a pen and start interviewing her.

As soon as Fang Minghua walked out of the door, he saw a man in his thirties looking at him with a pen and paper, as if waiting here.

"Comrade Minghua, I knew you would slip away." There was a hint of humor in the man's tone.

Fang Minghua remembered that when he came to participate in the short and medium-length awards the year before last, this reporter also interviewed him.

It seems that the reporter from Guangming Daily is named Li Wei.

So he laughed.

"I remember that you also interviewed me at the award ceremony in 82."

"So, don't refuse this time." Li Wei picked up a pen and paper and put on an interview posture.

"Why did you write a science fiction novel about a rural teacher?" The first question hits home.

"Comrade reporter, are you interested in the profession of rural teachers, or are you interested in science fiction novels?" Fang Minghua asked rhetorically.

"Interested in both."

"Science fiction is not a scourge, it is just one of many literary genres. "Logical self-consistency," "scientific elements," and "humanistic thinking" are the most significant features of science fiction. The fact that "Country Teacher" won the award itself shows that One fact: we can tell a good story in the form of science fiction!”

"Okay, I admit that the story you wrote about "Village Teacher" is shocking. Why did you suddenly want to write such a story?"

"Last year, I accompanied Comrade Shi Tiesheng to Qinbei, where he wrote "The Story of Queue Jumping"." Fang Minghua said and turned to look at Shi Tiesheng, who was talking to a group of reporters.

"I saw the current situation of Guanjiabao Primary School and chatted with the primary school teachers. Their ordinary stories should be written and let people know. Teaching knowledge can change the destiny of mankind. I think there is nothing greater than this, right?"

"You seem to have recently written a novel about rural teachers called "No One Can Be Missed" and published it in Yanhe magazine?"

"Yes, I want to use science fiction and realistic stories to make people pay attention to and care about rural teachers."

"Is this your original intention in writing?"

"Correct."

After the meeting, Shi Tiesheng's acceptance speech and Fang Minghua's reporter's interview were disclosed in the newspaper.

This year, in 1985, the ninth meeting of the Sixth National Senior Officials Conference made a resolution to designate September 9th as my country’s Teachers’ Day to express gratitude to teachers who teach and resolve doubts.

After the award ceremony, many award-winning writers chose to stay in Yanjing for a few days before leaving, and take a look around the great capital.

Of course, there were also those who left in a hurry. Zou Zhian was one of them, saying that he had to rush back because he had a lot of things to do at work.

Fang Minghua and Jia Pingwa stayed.

"Minghua, what are you going to do?" Jia Pingwa asked.

"First send Tie Sheng home, and then go to Song Tangtang's grandfather's house to visit the old man." Fang Minghua said truthfully.

"What about you?"

"I want to go to the cultural relics market."

"Cultural relics market? Panjiayuan?" Fang Minghua asked.

"Panjiayuan? I've been there, but it's not a good place. It's just a second-hand market, selling some bicycles, old furniture, and sewing machines. There aren't many cultural relics." Jia Pingwa replied.

"I'm going to the National Museum of History. I heard that there will sell some famous people's calligraphy and paintings. Even if you can't afford them, you can still take a look."

"Really?" Fang Minghua became interested immediately upon hearing this.

"What, you want to take a look?" "Okay, then I'll take Tie Sheng home and then go." Fang Minghua said.

"Okay, I'll take you all the way."

The two packed their luggage, carried their travel bags, and pushed Shi Tiesheng out of the hotel. They took a taxi and rushed directly to Shi Tiesheng's home in Yonghe Temple. After settling him in, the two took a taxi straight to the National Museum of History.

The National History Museum is located on the east side of Tiananmen Square, not far from Yonghegong Street. The two arrived by car and entered the gate.

These days, the History Museum and the Revolution Museum have just been separated by merger. When Fang Minghua entered, he saw many calligraphy and paintings by ancient celebrities.

Fang Minghua didn't understand it very well, but Jia Pingwa seemed to be very knowledgeable.

"This painting is called Lotus and Two Herons. It was painted by Zou Yigui, a famous painter of the Qing Dynasty. Did you see that there is a seven-character poem in the upper left corner of the painting, which was inscribed by Emperor Qianlong! It is a treasure."

"There is also this piece, a Ming rubbing of the "Kongzhou Stele". The full name of the "Kongzhou Stele" is the "Kongzhou Stele, the Commander-in-Chief of Mount Tai in the Han Dynasty". The owner of the stele is Kong Zhou, the 19th grandson of Confucius. In the primary school textbook, Kong Rong lets pear Allusion, Kong Zhou is Kong Rong’s father.”

"Look at this font. The brushwork is very rigorous, and the inversion and flatness are meticulous. The waves are flying and changing, which is the best of official script."

Jia Pingwa looked at it and praised it.

Fang Minghua is an amateur when it comes to calligraphy and painting, but looking at this calligraphy, he can also feel the majesty and grandeur inside.

I wonder how much this Ming rubbing is worth?

Even if you want to buy it, I guess they won’t sell it, right?

The exhibition hall of the museum is very large, but there are very few tourists who come to appreciate it. Also, now that people are working hard for food and clothing, how can they have time and time to see these things?

After walking around for a long time, Fang Minghua felt dizzy and finally came to an exhibition hall with a row of counters, which seemed to sell calligraphy and paintings. There was a salesperson sitting listlessly.

"Let's go and take a look." Jia Pingwa said.

The two walked over and saw some antiques and more than a dozen calligraphy and paintings placed on the glass counter. Fang Minghua took a closer look and found that they were all painted by modern celebrities, such as Zhang Daqian, Qi Baishi, and Xu Beihong.

"Modern ones are worthless." Jia Pingwa looked at them and said.

It's worthless.

Fang Minghua has purchased dozens of paintings by Qi Baishi and others in the past two years, and the average price is about sixty or seventy yuan.

"Comrade, how much does this painting cost?"

Fang Minghua pointed at one of Qi Baishi's works, which had several shrimps painted on it. He counted them carefully, six in total.

There is a line of calligraphy written vertically next to it: "A rich man with three hundred stone seals, Shiraishi painted this, and he was eighty and seven years old."

"50 dollars."

50 yuan is not expensive

Fang Minghua suddenly became interested.

"Is this the real thing?"

The waiter at the counter immediately glared at him: "Comrade, this is the National Museum of History, can you sell fake paintings?!"

This is true.

"This one. And this one?"

"Xu Beihong's 60, Zhang Daqian's 58." The salesperson replied, looking at Fang Minghua as if he sincerely wanted to buy it.

After thinking for a while, he added: "Comrade, if you want more, we can give you the best deal."

what? !

large?

Favorable? !

"Comrade, how many calligraphy and paintings do you have for sale?" Fang Minghua asked hurriedly.

"I heard from our curator that there are about eight or nine thousand calligraphy and paintings like this, right?"

Eight or nine thousand pieces? !

Fang Minghua's eyes suddenly widened and he couldn't close his mouth.

(End of this chapter)