The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993

  Chapter 344, Progress, Evaluation of Mr. Ba Yin

  The pork belly and dried prunes are back.

   Foodie Zhang Xuan is so greedy, he bought 5 catties of pork belly under the pretense that this thing is difficult to do, so he just made a little more at one time.

  Wen Hui looked at this big piece of meat, she was not used to Zhang Xuan's temper.

  's small mouth pouted and said, "I'll tell you later, you do it."

   Zhang Xuan was dizzy: "If I made it delicious, what else would I ask you to do, I would have done it myself."

  Wen Hui smiled knowingly: "I didn't ask you to do all of it, I'll take the key steps.

   But you do the hard work like slicing meat, using a toothpick to make holes in the skin, etc. "

   Zhang Xuan looked at Shuangling for help, and Shuangling lowered his head and washed the onion with a smile.

   Zhang Xuan's gaze moved to Zou Qingzhu.

  Zou Qingzhu said directly: "It's so hot, I'll go take a bath first."

   Zhang Xuan shouted at her back: "Can you find a better excuse, the air conditioner is running so high, where is it getting hot?"

  Zou Qingzhu replied: "Hot heart."

   Zhang Xuan asked: "Then how do you wash your heart?"

  Zou Qingzhu replied, "It's my business, so I won't bother you Zhang Dacai, you should wash your family's Shuangling."

   Zhang Xuan pulled Du Shuangling up: "Go, go back to the bedroom, I'll wash your mind."

  Du Shuangling glanced at him with a smile, but didn't move.

   His own woman did not cooperate, and in the next hour, Zhang Xuan became an apprentice in the kitchen.

  5 pounds of pork belly is too much, no wonder Wenhui wants to help herself as a coolie.

   But even though she is tired, Wen Hui's craftsmanship really has nothing to say.

   Watching her smooth operation is like art, a visual enjoyment.

   After some tossing, the dish came out of the pot.

   Zhang Xuan tentatively asked Wen Hui: "Are you satisfied with your dishes, how would you rate your dishes?"

  Wen Hui pouted and smiled, knowing what he was thinking, but she ignored him at the end. She put a few pieces in a bowl and started eating slowly by herself.

  There is something to follow, Zou Qingzhu glanced at him, and then started to eat.

   Seeing Zou Qingzhu and Wenhui leaving the kitchen, Du Shuangling took half a piece of it with chopsticks and brought it to Zhang Xuan's mouth, and said softly, "It might be a little hot, try to eat it."

   Looking at the bright red pork slices with thick oily red sauce, Zhang Xuan sighed: "It's still my daughter-in-law who loves me."

  Du Shuangling glanced at the kitchen door: "It's good to know, don't always think about helping others."

"I!."

   Zhang Xuan was so angry that he directly opened and took the meat into his mouth.

  Du Shuangling asked: "How does it taste?"

   Zhang Xuan said: "The meat is soft and rotten, slippery and mellow, fat but not greasy. It's delicious, you can eat it too."

   said, Zhang Xuan took a pair of chopsticks and fed her a piece.

  Du Shuangling took a small bite and said, "Well, it's really delicious. How about I learn this dish from Wen Hui?"

   Zhang Xuan seemed to have heard anecdotes in the world: "You?"

  Du Shuangling hummed, "Me."

   Zhang Xuan couldn't believe it: "Where are you thinking? You want to learn to cook?"

   Du Shuangling filmed him: "I just learn this one dish, and it doesn't look difficult to me."

   Zhang Xuan stopped talking, he felt that Comrade Shuangling had something to say, so it is better to shut up wisely.

   I'm in a good mood today. I drank a little wine and ate pork belly with plums and vegetables. Zhang Xuan ate very solid food.

   After eating supper, I checked the time. It was only after 10 o'clock when Zhang Xuan entered the study and started writing.

  Whether it's windy or rainy, you must have 5,000 words that are unstoppable.

   This is the bottom line.

   After four in the morning, chickens were crowing outside, and it was dawn.

  Zhang Xuan put down his pen and roughly counted the number of words. "Clockwork Girl" has exceeded 200,000 words.

   There are still about 100,000 words, which can be done in about half a month. Thinking of this, Zhang Xuan also returned to the bedroom with satisfaction.

   Feeling a familiar scent hugging her, Du Shuangling opened her eyes in a daze, and then said, "I just fell asleep."

"Um."

   "Don't make trouble, are you sleepy?"

   "I'm not sleepy now, I'm a little excited."

   "Finished this book?"

"not yet."

"then you."

   "I'm a little excited now"

  No, it's very Tailai, and after being excited to the extreme, you're exhausted like a puddle of mud.

   This night, Zhang Xuan slept comfortably.

   If he was woken up by Du Shuangling halfway through, he would still be able to sleep.

   Zhang Xuan was half asleep, turned over and asked, "What's wrong?"

  Du Shuangling lowered her voice and said, "Get up and answer the phone, the 85th Novel Award."

   Hearing that it was an award-winning call, before she could finish speaking, Zhang Xuan got up with a grunt.

   ".. ummm okay. Thanks again thanks again no problem. It should be."

   Sure enough, it was a call from the Organizing Committee of the 85 Novel Prize. Zhang Xuan listened patiently, put the receiver off, and turned around with Du Shuangling in his arms.

  Du Shuangling felt that everyone was about to fly away, but she was still very happy, she put her hands around his neck and looked at him with wide eyes, "Dear, I'm proud of you."

   "And make you even more proud!" Zhang Xuan leaned his head and kissed him, without wasting any time, he carried her into the bedroom.

   "Why are you here again, why don't you rest?" Seeming to know what he was going to do, Du Shuangling groaned, worried about his body.

   Zhang Xuan blinked and placed her flat on the bed.

   then went to bed.

   On the second day, the front page of China Youth Daily reported a news about the writer in March:

   He is known as the "King of Chinese spy novels", and is loved by a large number of readers at home and abroad.

   His first novel "The Sound of Wind", the pioneering work of Chinese spy novels.

   Once launched, it has sold well in more than 10 countries and regions including mainland China, Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan, South Korea, Japan, France and the United Kingdom.

   Worldwide sales of more than 5 million copies, overpowering "White Deer Plain" and "Abandoned Capital", becoming a world best-selling author. All this in just 6 months.

   His "Wind Sound" was included in the Penguin Library, a British classic library, and he became the first contemporary Chinese writer whose work was included in the library.

   His second work, "Lurting", sold 3 million copies in two months at a rocket-like speed. Nominated for the 4th Mao Dun Literature Award.

   He is March. Winner of the Eighty-Five Novel Award.

  …

  01, childhood hardships, veterans, diaries as companions, laying the foundation for writing.

  The writer March was born in a poor peasant family in Shao City, Hunan Province.

   His father died unexpectedly early, his mother was an ordinary rural woman, and his eldest sister had a serious car accident. In such a special era, such a family, poverty made his childhood very difficult.

   In those years, March could only confide all her thoughts to the old man and diary.

   recalled in an interview in March: I was lonely when I was a child, chatting with the veterans in the village was one of the few communication channels for me, and the diary was my only close friend. Because of this, the seeds were planted for me to embark on the road of writing in the future.

   These childhood experiences also influenced March’s creations.

   On April 1, 1994, he published "The Sound of the Wind," in which he incorporated his childhood experiences. It turned out to be a huge success and was promoted to a multi-millionaire.

  02, identify one thing and keep doing it.

  Because he likes to communicate with veterans, he likes to understand the turbulent stories in the period of great change. March has maintained this interest since he was 7 years old, which provided a lot of material for his subsequent creation.

  In 1993, March began to concentrate on writing his first novel "The Sound of Wind".

   At that time, March would not have thought that this book was written 18 months ago, which was almost his best years.

   During these 18 months, he wrote the manuscript again and again, and revised it again and again. When the final draft was finalized, he revised it a total of 13 times.

   In the 18 months of constant revision, March kept improving and never gave up. In March, it was said that "Wind Sound" published 250,000 words, but 2 million words were scrapped before and after.

Once    "The Sound of the Wind" was published, it became famous in March.

   It is his "paranoia" that gives readers the opportunity to see such excellent works as "The Sound of the Wind".

  March said: Sometimes we are easy to give up in the process of writing, maybe it is because we need a little bit of this "paranoia" energy, and we will never give up until we see the result.

  03, make writing a habit.

  March has always said that he is not a talented player. He once said that he did not have a head of Marquez and the talents of those excellent novelists.

   He said that writing is a daily life, just like living a life.

   365 days a year, at least 300 days of his writing. Go to the study on time every day, then meditate to find the state, this process often takes about 20 minutes, or even longer, and then start to stay up late to write.

   This news report is very large, but the content is unpretentious and less exaggerated in the past.

   It is precisely because of the factual reporting that the CUHK President took the newspaper and read it very carefully, almost word for word.

   It took more than ten minutes to read it. The CUHK President meditated for two minutes, then took off his glasses and started drinking tea.

   At this time, the eldest daughter next to her took the newspaper and read it. After reading it, she asked in surprise, "Dad, is this March really someone from your school?"

   The Principal of CUHK smiled warmly: "I can't think of it."

  The eldest son-in-law sighed after reading it: "There is no such person in a million."

The little daughter next to    asked: "Dad, what is the name of this March and how old are you?"

  The Principal of CUHK is in good spirits: "You haven't read the newspapers and you haven't disclosed it. It's still in the confidential stage. If you can win the Mao Dun Literature Award, you can't hide it."

   The youngest daughter looked strange: "You wouldn't really expect to win the Mao Dun Literature Award at such an age, would you?"

   The Principal of CUHK cast a glance at his little daughter, took a sip of tea, and asked happily:

   "How old was Wang Bo when he wrote the "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng"?"

  The youngest daughter retorted: "Wang Bo is a great genius who was not born"

   The younger daughter refuted halfway through, and suddenly she couldn't go on, she took the newspaper from her brother-in-law and read it.

   Seeing the youngest daughter slap herself in the face, the principal of CUHK said cheerfully, "When the CUHK celebrates, you should be able to see him."

The wife next to    understood in seconds, and his eyes under the reading glasses slanted upward: "Are you going to show your hand again on stage?"

   The Principal of CUHK waved his hand dismissively: "People get old before they know it."

  Shao City.

   After reading Wen Zheng in the newspaper, he thought about it, picked up the phone and called Liao Yun.

  The phone rang as soon as possible.

   Knowing her husband's strict temperament, Liao Yun was a little surprised: "You called me during work, tell me, what's the matter?"

  Wen Zheng said: "Today's China Youth Daily, go and see."

   Liao Yun thought, "About Zhang Xuan?"

"Um."

  Wen Zheng responded calmly and said, "He won the award."

  Liao Yun asked with interest: "What award?"

   Wen Zheng said to tell her: "The 85th Novel Award."

   At this time, Liao Yun is no longer the Liao Yun she was a month ago, and her knowledge of literature is no longer a novice.

   Ever since she learned that Zhang Xuan is a great writer, she went back to China to make up for some literary knowledge, naturally including the knowledge of major domestic awards.

   Knowing the importance of the 85 Novel Award, Liao Yun said, "I want to visit his hometown."

  Wen Zheng was stunned, then he understood what his wife meant: "What did you hear?"

  Liao Yun said: "No, I'm just curious."

  Wen Zheng smiled: "Liao Yun, you've got some looks."

   Liao Yun's mouth moved, and she wanted to say a few words, but in the end she didn't say anything, she just said: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

   Wen Zheng felt that something was wrong with his wife, thought about it and said, "I want to drink black chicken soup at night."

   Liao Yun said yes: "I'll get off work early today."

   After hanging up the phone, Liao Yun found the newspaper from the work unit and read it, and then fell into deep thought.

  …

   Compared with the outside world's attention to the 85 Novel Award, Zhang Xuan was attracted by a comment in the newspaper at this moment.

  The comment comes from Mr. Ba Yin, who finally made a positive comment on the "hidden" novel in the face of repeated visits from reporters.

   Mr. Ba Yin commented: Although it is contrary to traditional literature to a certain extent. The metaphysical level is not deep enough, and the art is relatively simple.

   But its story is novel and the plot is not old-fashioned. As long as you read it carefully, you have to admit its impact.

   Mr. Ba Yin said: March describes a special era. The characters in the book have various shortcomings, but they retain the most precious things in people - belief and humanity.

  If you hope to see gorgeous and romantic rhetoric in the "hidden" novel, then you are doomed to be disappointed, because this book tells a **** story in the simplest language.

At the end of   , Mr. Ba Yin commented: Good literature does not need embellishment, nor does it need formal dogma. From the characters in the book, we can feel that even if we are born in darkness, we can change the fate of a group through our own efforts and beliefs. This is the basic premise for a nation to obtain dignity, and it is also the attitude that each of us should have in life. This book It can bring us strength and make us feel the value of life.

After reading    three times before and after, and read it three times in full, Zhang Xuan felt that his whole body was transparent and his blood was boiling.

  With this comment from Mr. Ba Yin, Zhang Xuan will have no regrets even if he fails to win the Mao Dun Literature Award in the end.

   can also shut up quite a few people.

   Of course, he doesn't expect everyone to shut up.

   is like a well-known scholar who criticized by name in the newspaper: The "hidden" novel is stinky and long, and you can't read it before you can move it.

   Put away the newspaper. After reading Mr. Ba Yin's comments, Zhang Xuan didn't plan to read anything else.

   After thinking about it, he called Tao Ge.

   Tao Ge asked: "I guess you called Mr. Ba Yin after seeing Mr. Ba Yin's comment, right?"

   Zhang Xuan admitted it simply: "Yes, from your point of view, you can help me analyze and analyze."

   Tao Ge said: "Just now, editor-in-chief Hong and I have talked about this matter, and editor-in-chief Hong said that the seemingly objective and fair evaluation is actually biased towards supporting one side.

  For each book shortlisted now, Mr. Ba Lao has already given an evaluation, just waiting for the first round of voting on October 6th. "

  ps: Ask for a monthly pass!

  The subscription is a bit low, everyone come and subscribe to the genuine version...

   Let me tell you, Zhang Xuan showed Mijian's photo to Xiao Shiyi. His original intention was to refuse, not to be a positive scum. Maybe he didn't express it clearly in March, sorry.

   (end of this chapter)