Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 432: We can’t eat meat, so we just drink some soup for others.

Climbing Huashan Mountain usually starts at night. The first place you must pass when climbing Huashan Mountain is Yuquan Temple, where Hua Tuo's tomb is located.

There are also some inscriptions by General Feng Yuxiang in the temple. One of them is very cool: "Do you know that we can't save the country without mechanization? Do you know that we can't save the people without electrification?"

In that era, it was really rare to have such an understanding.

Fang Minghua climbed together with Yu Hua and Su Tong. They were all young people in their thirties, a large group.

Holding a flashlight, I walked and walked until late at night before climbing to the East Peak. It was so tiring.
He must be cold and tired. Even though he was wearing a military coat, he felt very cold.

Next time his sister never comes, she would rather climb the Big Wild Goose Pagoda.

Fang Minghua thought silently in his heart.

But Yu Hua and the others were very excited, especially the lesbians, and Li Hongying stood on the edge of the cliff, curling her hands like a trumpet, and yelled at the distant mountain peaks.

"Li Yinghong, your family is in Chongqing, and you have been climbing mountains since you were a child, right? Are you still so excited?" Fang Minghua was a little confused.

In fact, when I watched the sunrise, it was nothing special. It was just like usual. The only difference was that it was on the top of Mount Huashan.

About the Big Wild Goose Pagoda

Lu Yao and the others did not climb Huashan Mountain. They had already rushed back to Xijing with a group of older leaders of the Writers' Association. Fang Minghua went back with Yu Hua, Chen Hong and the others. When they arrived in Xijing, they invited them to eat mutton dip. When they arrived at Xingfu Community at noon, they did not expect Song Tangtang. I was leisurely watching TV and drinking coffee at home.

What can we know

"Okay, bring me a novel and I'll take you all over Xijing." Fang Minghua said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

Everyone sat on the top of the mountain, ate some bread they had brought with them, and waited to watch the sunrise on Mount Huashan.

"After eating, Yu Hua and a female classmate had a meeting to spend two days in Xijing. I came back with him and treated them to a bowl of mutton dip, so I wasn't hungry."

Yu Hua and Chen Hong were going to visit Xijing. Li Yinghong was in a hurry to rush back to Shanghai and asked for a few days off. She had to make up for the missed classes.

After climbing Mount Huashan, the meeting was successfully concluded. Everyone waved goodbye, some returned to Xijing for the party and then took the train, and some walked directly from here.

"Teacher Fang, when I graduate, I will come to Xijing and ask you to be my guide." The girl joked.

let's climb up

"That feels different. Don't you feel particularly excited now?"

"Hey, there isn't much going on in the company today?" Fang Minghua asked while taking off his coat.

Look at the scenery around you

then come down again

"It's a word."

Fang Minghua shook his head and said nothing.

"The Red Army has returned from Hainan, so I'll take it easy." Song Tangtang replied: "You haven't eaten yet, right? I'll go down there for you."

Wang Shuo didn't go back to Yanjing either, but he rushed to Xijing early in the morning and was of course busy with his business.

This made Fang Minghua somewhat understand the poem "About the Big Wild Goose Pagoda" written by Han Dong.

Song Tangtang knew that Yu Hua was a newly emerging avant-garde writer in the literary world. He was still studying in the Luyuan Workshop last year. His husband taught him and he valued him very much.

But when I heard that Yu Hua was visiting Xijing with a female classmate, I couldn't help but frown: "Minghua, I remember you said that Yu Hua is not married? How could he be visiting Xijing with a female classmate?"

Fang Minghua had no choice but to briefly explain the whole thing.

Song Tangtang sighed and said nothing more.

"Don't talk about this. The Red Army is back. How is the company doing in Hainan?" Fang Minghua took off his suit and put on some home clothes. He sat down next to his wife and hugged her slim waist.

There is no need to go to work today.

"The Red Army said that the company in Hainan has been established, and the next step is to start business. First, publish the book "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" written by Liao Runbo. Also, Tian Yanning sent a newly written book "The Wrongful Ghost", which is also planned to be published in Hainan. Published." What did Fang Minghua think of when he heard this? "Tangtang, did Tian Yanning make any other request in the letter?"

"no, what happened?"

oh.
Seeing Fang Minghua's thoughtful look, Song Tangtang was a little confused: "What's wrong?"

"I estimate that Tian Yanning will ask for royalties in the later stage." Fang Minghua said what he was thinking.

The first 50 copies of the first printing of "Female Leader" in the Xue MiLi series were sold out, and Shengshi Books immediately printed an additional 80 copies and put them on the market.

The second book "Female Stars to Female Prisoners" has a first printing of 100 million copies and is still a hit.

According to the price of two yuan a book, Shengshi Books will make a net profit of nearly 120 million yuan from these two books. The booming market will certainly make writers dissatisfied with their pitiful royalties.

After listening to Fang Minghua's words, Song Tangtang was silent for a moment and said, "It hasn't been mentioned in the letter yet."

"Let's do this. You tell the Red Army. When we wait for the next book, we will discuss giving them royalties. We can't eat meat and just drink a little soup. Of course, the royalties shouldn't be too high. Raise it up slowly."

Song Tangtang nodded and suddenly remembered something

"By the way, I almost forgot one thing. Today, Wang Shuo, the big brother from Yanjing, came to see me and said that he was going to cooperate with Shengshi Books to publish an anthology of his essays. He wanted royalties, and he also said that in Huashan I told you about this during the meeting.”

"I did. How did you answer?"

"I didn't answer directly. I said that we would take a look at the novel he wants to publish first and give him a comprehensive evaluation before giving him an answer."

"Yeah, that's it." Fang Minghua was very satisfied with his wife's answer. "The initiative must be in our hands, and it is beneficial to me to talk like this."

"Ha, you are very positive about Lu Yao's novel." Song Tangtang said teasingly.

"Can it be the same? Can Wang Shuo compare with Lu Yao?!" Fang Minghua glared at his wife.

Song Tangtang chuckled.

"Then it looks like you agreed to pay royalties?"

"Yeah." Fang Minghua nodded and gave his reason.

"Don't forget that Wang Shuo's novels are written in a loose manner. I call them ruffian literature, but there are still many readers who like to read them. Moreover, three novels have been adapted to the big screen and will definitely be popular in the future. Of course, there are specific details You can discuss with the Red Army how much royalties to pay, and there’s more.”

"We just have to wait for these three movies to be released before taking the opportunity to sell them publicly." Song Tangtang took over Fang Minghua's words.

"Yes, that's what I mean." Fang Minghua was very appreciative and added: "It seems that I worry a little too much."

"Aren't you worried about your company?" Song Tangtang rolled her eyes at him.

"My company is not your company?!"

After Fang Minghua finished speaking, he suddenly picked up Song Tangtang's waist, picked her up in a princess hug, and walked towards the bedroom.

"what?"

"Exercise in bed."

"It's broad daylight, disgusting!" Song Tangtang said, but he hooked Fang Minghua's neck and closed the bedroom door.

There is endless spring outside the window.

The next day, Wang Shuo got a 6-point royalty contract. Song Tangtang treated him to another meal at noon and left Xijing happily.

This literary creation seminar held at the foot of Huashan Mountain in early April was a milestone in Chinese history. It enabled the domestic literary circle to break free from "modernist" writing, which was dominated by avant-garde novels, and return to the embrace of realism.

Writing about the present and life has once again become the mainstream of literary creation.

At the end of April, Fang Minghua received a notice from the Chinese Writers Association Council, adding him as a member representative of the Chinese Writers Association, and coming to Yanjing for a meeting at the same time.

(End of this chapter)