Chapter 18 General Fang’s Ambition
On November 16, the Literary Congress officially concluded.
Fang Yan stayed in Yanjing for more than half a month, and it was time to return to northern Shaanxi, so he went to the editorial office of "Yanjing Literature and Art" to settle the bill.
Wang Jie sat at the table, holding a pen to settle accounts for him.
According to the standard for cadres traveling on business, I calculated the round-trip travel expenses and received a subsidy of two yuan per day. I also bought myself a hard sleeper ticket back to northern Shaanxi, and even made up for the price difference at the hard sleeper rate.
After all, it turned out to be almost more than forty yuan!
Wang Jie went to the accountant to get money from Fang Yan, and gave him a certificate to prove that the revisions he made in "Yanjing Literature and Art" were indeed true. When he returned to northern Shaanxi, he would give this to him Brigade.
After finishing everything, Fang Yan handed 3 packets of peach cakes to Wang Jie, asked her to share them with the people in the editorial department, and then left the small building.
These days, snacks include cakes, peach cakes, saqima, mung bean cakes, glutinous rice sticks and other popular products, which require both money and food stamps. Cakes and glutinous rice sticks cost 60.5 cents per pound. 6 taels of food stamps.
The peach cake is even more expensive, costing 7 cents 2 per pound.
Yang Xia's great solidarity allowed him to buy 8 packs of peach cakes, each pack weighing a pound. Together with the food stamps bought from the pigeon market, it was enough for an ordinary family to pay for food for a month.
1 pack is left at home, and the remaining 4 packs are taken back to the team.
On the last night before leaving, Yang Xia gave her a bath ticket. Fang Yan went to the bathhouse to take a bath, had a haircut, and came back clean. There was a luxurious soy sauce and lard mixture on the dining table. meal.
After this meal, for the first time, there was a midnight snack.
After making 4 cups of malted milk, the whole family gathered together, chatting and eating peach cakes happily.
After eating and sleeping, we will set off to the train station the next day.
Fang Hong, a model worker and pioneer in the noodle factory, took a rare half-day off and sent Fang Yan to the bus station with Yang Xia.
"Yanzi, take this money and put it away."
Yang Xia looked around and carefully took out a big unity card.
“Mom, I have it myself, so there’s no need to give me money. Besides, I didn’t even spend all the money you gave me last time.”
Fang Yan not only shied away, he even wanted to use half of the subsidy given to him by "Yanjing Literature and Art" to subsidize his family.
"Whatever money your family needs, bring it with you if you want a poor family to get rich." Fang Hong forced the money into his hand.
"Your sister is right, don't wrong yourself on the way and eat something good." Yang Xia said.
Fang Yan treated it as spending the money from the royalties, nodded and said: "Mom, sister, don't worry about me, I will definitely come back before the year, and then, our family will celebrate the New Year together."
"Okay, be careful on the road, we'll wait for you to come back for the New Year." Fang Hong helped Yang Xia, and the two of them watched him get on the bus.
"Mom, sister, go back."
Fang Yan stuck his head out of the window and waved.
The two sides just waved to each other until they disappeared from each other's sight, and their eyes couldn't help but turn red.
As red as the sun in the sky.
The Yanjing Railway Station in the morning is still crowded with people.
Fang Yan was walking on the platform while protecting his luggage, when he saw a hand suddenly raised in the huge crowd, shaking left and right.
“Comrade Xiaofang, here!”
“Hey.”
Fang Yan saw Lu Yao reaching out through the gap in the crowd. Around him, It was the northern Shaanxi delegation that came with us.
“You can’t call ‘Comrade Xiaofang’ anymore.”
Jia Pingwa reminded.
Although there is a big age difference between each other, judging from the time of debut, we are considered to be of the same generation in the literary world.
"Of course I know, I'm just afraid that if I shout 'Dialect', the whole train station will riot and surround the dialect."
Lu Yao said half-jokingly.
“Exaggerated.”
Fang Yan raised his hand.
“Maybe there will be a momentary riot at the train station, but seeing that Fang Yan is so young, it’s hard to believe that “The Wrangler” was written by him. I would just think that he happened to have the same name.”
Jia Pingwa Buding said something. "Yeah, who would have thought that it was this young man who wrote "The Herdsman"." Hu Cai cast an admiring glance, "I read the novel at the Literary Society, and it was very well written."
Fang Yan said: “It’s not entirely due to me. The teachers at Yanjing Literature and Art gave me a lot of suggestions.”
"But 'reflective literature', after all, you came up with it."
"Yes, what exactly did you think of this 'reflective literature' at the time? It was thought up when you wrote "The Wrangler" ”
“Tell us about it”
“…………”
Everyone in the northern Shaanxi delegation gathered around the dialect and asked you. , I said something and discussed with him the new wave of reflective literature.
Lu Yao looked with burning eyes at this writer who emerged from the Literary Society and became famous in Yanjing. It was impossible not to envy him.
The Literary Congress is just the beginning, and the climax will come next.
Newspapers across the country will soon spare no effort to promote him and "Wrangler", including "Yanhe", which he is the editor of, and the entire northern Shaanxi literary circle will cooperate with "Yanjing Literature and Art" to stir up his proposal The trend of "reflective literature".
By then, everyone in the world will not know dialects!
This is the real "knowledge of the world with one article"!
"Beep!"
"Beep!"
The whistle sounded, and the train's wheels turned, passing through the thick smoke, heading towards northern Shaanxi, and the car body shook.
In the hard-sleeper carriage, Fang Yan was assigned to the same partition as Lu Yao, Hu Cai and others, and they happened to have three bunks, upper, middle and lower.
“My middle shop.”
Lu Yao showed the small card.
"I'll have the lower bunk."
Fang Yan glanced at Hu Cai, who looked embarrassed, and offered: "Teacher Hu, let's change."
"Why is this so embarrassing?"
Hu Cai shook his head.
"I'd rather sleep on the upper bunk. Climbing up and down will help me exercise, so you should give me this opportunity."
Fang Yan put the luggage up without waiting for the other party to refuse.
"Thank you, Yanzi."
After Hu Cai and others got acquainted with him, they no longer called him "Comrade Xiaofang". They either changed to calling him by his nickname, or called him by his nickname. Full name.
“You’re welcome.”
Fang Yan actually had his own plans in mind.
Just like Wang Jie is proud to have discovered a new writer of his own, every editor must have a writer with whom he has long-term cooperation so that he can easily invite and compile manuscripts for literary journals.
Over time, a relatively stable and large group of authors can be formed. There is a saying that "the editorial department is the headquarters."
The literary circles in various places are called local armies. For example, those in northern Shaanxi are called "Shaanxi Army", those in western Shanxi are called "Jin Army", and those in Yanjing are called "Yulin Army".
Fang Yan himself is considered a young general in the Royal Forest Army.
General Fang!
The more troops the headquarters has, the larger the scale, and the more powerful the combat effectiveness, the more the status of its own journals and publishing houses will rise.
It would be a big deal if the editor had an extremely loyal private army that followed closely no matter which journal he switched to.
A proper ‘warlord’!
The entire province of northern Shaanxi is an important position in the Chinese literary world, and the Shaanxi army is also the best among the best in the Chinese literary world.
Lu Yao, Jia Pingwa, Mo Shen and others in the delegation are the mainstays of the future. Although others have never heard of it, they can feel the strong creative passion after being exposed to it on the platform, and everyone is holding back their excitement. I am passionate and want to write good works.
These people are rare resources.
While he was thinking, Hu Cai smiled and said: "Yanzi, you said that another of your novels will be published in the next issue of "Yanjing Literature and Art". Have you ever thought about "Loess High"? After "Poe", what should you write in your next work? "
As soon as these words came out, the eyes of Lu Yao, Jia Pingwa, Mo Shen and others all turned to Fang Yan, waiting for him. answer.
(End of this chapter)