Chapter 89: 089 Literary Club is announced. Then it gets messed up.
Nanyuan Gate is located near Guangji Street in Beilin. It has been the political, economic and cultural center of Xijing for a long time.
Now, the Xijing Municipal Party Committee still works there, and Jia Pingwa now lives in a house in the Municipal Party Committee’s family building.
It was not far from the magazine office to the South Gate, and it only took more than 20 minutes to ride. Fang Minghua rode his bicycle westward along Dongmou City, and finally arrived near the South Gate.
Even though the municipal party committee office is located in this place, the environment is really not good. The streets are bumpy and bumpy, and the walls of the courtyard houses on both sides of the streets are in tatters. There are usually more than a dozen families living there, and there is only one faucet on each street.
What's worse is that there are no toilets in the courtyard!
The scene of queuing up to go to the public toilet every morning is spectacular.
Think about it, let alone how valuable the courtyard house was in later generations, in terms of the current living environment and experience, it is not as good as the Tongzilou where I live.
Of course, Jia Pingwa is relatively lucky. He has just moved from a private house owned by an old party member in Fangxin Village. It is said that the environment there is worse than this.
He now lives in the municipal party committee family building.
Fang Minghua turned into the family courtyard on his bicycle, went up to the sixth floor and knocked on the door of Jia Pingwa's house according to the address given by him.
"Xiao Fang is here? Come on quickly?" Jia Pingwa greeted warmly.
"Home alone? Where is my sister-in-law?" Fang Minghua asked casually.
"Take the girl back to her parents' house."
Fang Minghua only knows that Jia Pingwa's daughter-in-law is named Han Junfang, who is from Xijing and now works in the Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles.
"Brother Jia, is it because your sister-in-law has returned to her parents' home that you dare to call us over?" Fang Minghua joked.
"The house is small, and your sister-in-law doesn't like liveliness." Jia Pingwa said with a smile.
The house is indeed not big, with two bedrooms and one living room at most fifty square meters. However, it has a separate bathroom and kitchen, and running water is also connected to the home. The conditions were relatively good at that time.
"Come on, Xiao Fang, eat some melon seeds." Sitting on the old sofa in the living room, Jia Pingwa greeted Fang Minghua: "You don't smoke, and the tea I serve here is not as good as Shangyou's."
Fang Minghua was not polite, grabbed a handful of melon seeds and asked, "Where are Brother Lu and the others?"
"I'll probably arrive soon."
Sure enough, Lu Yao, Li Tianfang, Zhang Min. The last one to arrive was Chen Zhongshi.
When there are more people, the room becomes lively.
But it’s really uncomfortable without an electric fan on a hot day. Fortunately, Jia Pingwa prepared cattail fans for everyone.
Seeing everyone gathered, Jia Pingwa took a small stool and sat on the edge, cleared his throat and said: "Everyone, I have already told everyone the original intention of establishing the literary club, so I won't go into details here. What we are talking about now is the purpose of the literary society: “Crowd each other and aim for the sky. ”
"It means that crowding each other means promoting and competing with each other, not pushing each other and spitting on each other. The sky of contemporary literature in Qin Province is broad enough to accommodate all talented and ambitious young writers. We must set our sights Go to the sky! ”
“The sky can accommodate poplars and willows to absorb sunlight and create their own scenery, and it can also accommodate locust and cedar trees to absorb sunlight and create a completely different scenery!”
"Bah bang bang" there was applause in the living room.
Jia Pingwa’s eloquence is first-rate among writers.
Immediately afterwards, the name of the literary club was announced to be Qunmu Literary Club, and the articles of association and membership dues collection methods were also announced.
"Let me tell you, we also have to charge a certain amount of activity funds, not much." Jia Pingwa said with a smile: "Publish one article every month and pay a membership fee of 50 cents, which is called an 'honorary fee.' If you don't publish an article, you will be fined 50 cents. It's called a 'shame fee.'
Holy shit!
One article per month?
Fang Minghua, who was sitting on the edge, was surprised.
Jia Pingwa is a prolific writer. She can publish one novel and prose review every month, but others cannot.
The first person to complain was Li Tianfang: "Pingwa, aren't you cheating on me? You know I'm not good at writing, so I'm often punished?!"
"That's right, Pingwa, we can't compare you with us. !"
Seeing the excitement, Jia Pingwa finally compromised: "How about changing it to one article per quarter? But the amount will be increased, at least eight cents!"
"Just do it! Just get it together and save yourself the trouble," Fang Minghua interjected.
‘“Ouch. Xiaofang is rich and powerful.” Li Tianfang immediately joked. "No, I am single now. I can eat enough for one person and the whole family will not be hungry." Fang Minghua replied.
"Then, would you like me to introduce you to someone? I have said this several times."
The building is tilting
Jia Pingwa quickly stopped it.
“Just one piece!”
Fang Minghua doesn't have anything to worry about, as long as he touches less fish every day.
Let’s talk about poetry.
Finally, there is the issue of selecting the president.
Jia Pingwa was so worried about this matter because she must have wanted to be the president, so everyone followed suit and elected him.
Jia Pingwa politely declined and then readily agreed.
"I said, how about being the vice president during the election? When everyone is busy, he can preside over it when I'm not around." Jia Pingwa suggested.
No objection.
Chen Zhongshi is the oldest among this group of people, and he also has an official position. It is convenient to approach him for anything.
Everyone was talking, laughing, and eating melon seeds. It was past nine o'clock in the evening, so everything had been completed.
"President Jia? What should we do when we come down? Start discussing and analyzing the works formally?" Li Tianfang joked again.
"Is today the first time? It's considered the founding meeting. We'll discuss it formally next time." Jia Ping replied with a smile. "How about we have fun now and play mahjong?"
Holy crap!
It turned out to be playing mahjong!
Before Fang Minghua spoke, Lu Yao, who was sitting next to him, was the first to agree: "Okay. Last time you won me two yuan, I will win it back this time!"
"Zhongshi, do you want to fight or not?" Jia Pingwa asked.
"Not tonight. I have a meeting tomorrow. I will prepare a speech when I get back later. It will be another day." Chen Zhong stood up as he spoke.
"I want to go back. There are a lot of things at home, but they are nothing compared to you men." Li Tianfang was also ready to leave.
There were seven people in total, but all three of them had something to leave. Fang Minghua was also about to leave, but was stopped by Jia Pingwa.
"You are single and have no partner. What are you going to do when you go back? You are gone and you are missing one."
"Brother Jia, I don't know how to play mahjong." Fang Minghua told the truth.
He didn't know it before he traveled through time, and neither did Fang Minghua.
"No? Learn, it's easier than writing a novel." Lu Yao also laughed.
I.
Fang Minghua had no choice but to sit down.
Jia Pingwa immediately took a box from the bedroom, containing mahjong and a blanket, spread it on the table, and started counting the cards.
In addition to the three of them, there was also a writer named Zhou Ya, and the four of them started fighting.
Fang Minghua didn’t know how, so Jia Pingwa sat on the left, and Lu Yao sat on the right and taught them patiently.
The rules of mahjong in Qin Province are very simple. There are no flowers, no plums, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums, and no eating is allowed. Only bumps and bars are allowed. There is no such thing as missing a door, so Fang Minghua learned a few games and then Yes, the more I fight later, the more energetic I will be, and my luck is pretty good.
As expected, the sound of mahjong is inspiring.
While Fang Minghua was fighting hard on the mahjong table, a train from Greentown, Guangxi Province slowly stopped at Xijing Station, and a beautiful girl in military uniform got off the train with a luggage bag.
Song Tangtang.
Finally home.
Song Tangtang looked at the familiar station and felt a little happy.
I have never looked forward to returning to Xijing as much as I do today.
Thank you for a leaf of geranium, the pharmacist on the banks of the Wangchuan River, 100 Days Origin, Hee Hee Coffee, book friends 20210301164614734, book friends 20220512154241394, book friends 2021225071256676, love without regrets, reading in silence, book friends 2023124171739327 Monthly vote
(End of this chapter)