Chapter 20 The New Year's Eve Dinner in 1980
Arrived at the train station, Fang Yan, under the care of Hu Cai, arranged with several people from the northern Shaanxi delegation to board the Yellow River cart that transported goods to Yan'an, and everyone helped the driver. 2 packs of Big Wild Goose Pagoda for RMB 36.
These days, truck drivers won’t be replaced even if they get a high-ranking official!
When the motor sounds, there is a thousand taels of gold.
Giving the passenger seat to the lesbian, Fang Yan and others sat in the back car, bumping along the way, and their buttocks were almost split into four pieces.
When they arrived at the pagoda, Fang Yan got off the car and ate a big bowl of mutton steamed buns in the city. With a belly full of oil and water, he walked all the way and finally returned to the Yangjiawan Brigade of Hezhuangping Commune.
I showed the team a certificate issued by "Yenjing Literature and Art", otherwise I would not be able to join the team, and then took out 2 packs of peach cakes.
As for how to divide it, the brigade will handle it internally.
Originally, Fang Yan brought glory to the Yangjiawan brigade, but now he was given face and lee. The brigade secretary and brigade captain smiled from ear to ear and warmly treated him to a dinner in the brigade.
White steamed buns, meat dishes, and even boiled eggs.
If the chicken couldn't be killed, Gao Lu would add a stewed chicken.
After eating, send him back to the kiln in person.
The remaining 2 packs of peach cakes were distributed to educated youths at night, and the other to the squad leader who had been taking care of him all these years.
At dawn, the whole village and the whole brigade knew——
Dialect is back!
All day long, there are always people coming to see him, with the same meaning overtly or covertly, Yanzi, do you want a wife?
As long as you open the mouth of Chrysostom, I will send people to you.
I was so troubled that I couldn't write the script of "The Wrangler" quietly in the earthen kiln, so I could only hide outside and relax.
I thought it would slowly subside, but I didn’t expect that it was just the beginning. I don’t know if Hu Cai and Lu Yao were adding fuel to the fire. "Yanhe", "Chang'an", "Mountain Flowers", "Mountain Flowers" The Culture and Art News and other newspapers in northern Shaanxi have reprinted reviews of "Wrangler" and tried their best to promote reflective literature.
Dialects are popular again!
From the provincial capital, the fire spread to the county town, and then to the commune.
The whole pagoda was a sensation. Maybe he was not the first writer to publish a novel in history, but he was definitely the most famous!
Those who wanted to talk to him about marriage, who wanted to give him advice on novels, and who wanted to make friends with him also saw people from Xiying Studio.
However, the conversation was not pleasant.
When Fang Yan proposed to be the screenwriter of "The Wrangler", the representative of Xi Film Studio wanted a professional screenwriter from Xi Film Studio to write the script.
The two sides were in a stalemate, and the representatives of Xiying Film Studio had no choice but to go back and report to the factory for the director to make a decision.
Fang Yan asked and found out that the director of Xiying Film Studio was not Wu Tianming, no wonder! If it were him, he would have agreed long ago!
Although the cooperation was not agreed upon, the script was written correctly.
There are so many film studios across the country, and Xi Film Studio is not the only one.
Days like this lasted until the beginning of December. Finally, we received the definite news about recruiting workers to return to the city, and we could return to Beijing!
Fang Yan completed all the formalities, and with the welcome of everyone, he got on the tractor of the brigade and returned as he came.
“Isn’t this Yanzi!”
“Oh my god, it’s really Yanzi!”
“Our great writer is back!”
Dang When Fang Yan appeared in the alley, the neighbors shouted with surprise and enthusiasm, and he greeted each one.
After more than a month, I returned to the courtyard.
It feels like nothing has changed, but it feels like something has changed again.
"Yanzi!"
With Yang Xia's scream, everyone in the yard was alarmed. Except for those who were not off work, everyone else ran over.
“Mom, I’m back!”
The dialect is dusty and the smile is wide.
“Aren’t you going back now?”
Yang Xia grabbed his arm anxiously.
“No need.”
Fang Yan shook his head and said with a smile: “It’s just about registering, please ask Uncle Liu to take me for a run around the streets.”
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On the second day after returning to Beijing, I went to the streets early in the morning to run formalities.
Whether the educated youth can return to the city, whether they can return to the city early, and what kind of work they will be assigned after returning to the city, all rest with the Educated Youth Office.
Even if you apply for household registration after returning to the city, you still need a certificate from the Educated Youth Office to agree to settle down, and then the public security station can apply for household registration.
Having an acquaintance like Liu Dongfang makes things easier.
Coupled with the name of a great writer, the journey was smooth.
After running down the street, a person then ran to the police station, grain management station, labor bureau and other departments, up and down.
Finally settled household registration and food relations!
This is the real "I'm back"!
It was only a year later that I reported to the editorial office. During the remaining period, all dialects were used in the script of "Wrangler", which lasted until January and 1980.
At this time, China has fully restored the Spring Festival holiday system, and we can finally celebrate the New Year happily!
“Ouch!”
Early in the morning, Fang Yan fetched the newspaper, and a brief piece of news woke him up like thunder.
It says that the Ministry of Commerce issued a special notice requiring major cities to open up the supply of pork, and encourage local purchase, local slaughter, and local sales so that people across the country can celebrate the Spring Festival.
Dead memories suddenly start attacking.
Fang Yan remembered a few places where you could buy pork without a ticket, such as Shengli Store, and he immediately became energetic.
He went out in a hurry and came back mysteriously.
"Yanzi, what are you doing here? You are so sneaky."
Su Ya piled the cabbage she had hoarded against the wall.
“Hey, let’s just wander around.”
Fang Yan showed a meaningful smile.
“You don’t go out for a walk in the morning and you don’t go out in the evening, so you just go out for a walk today?”
Su Ya put her hands on her hips and cast a scrutinizing gaze, “Let me tell you, I have been observing you for several days. , you are I've been hiding in the house and it's hard to see you. What are you doing?"
"Novel! Yanzi is writing a novel again!"
Liu Jianjun trembled all over. The ground raised its head.
"No."
Fang Yan waved his hand, "Forget it, I can't take advantage of this good thing alone. I'll tell you, that's it. I found a supply and marketing cooperative, and then there will be a supply and marketing cooperative. Do you want to grab the pork that doesn’t require votes or money?”
“You don’t need votes and money, is that true?”
Su Ya and Liu Jianjun exchanged surprises. Take a look.
“Of course it’s true. If you don’t believe it, I can’t believe it either.”
Fang Yan shrugged.
"How much is a pound?"
Su Ya was very excited, but she had just paid off the family's foreign debt and saved a sum of money to support the family's expenses, so she was not rich.
“9 cents 4.” Fang Yan said with a smile, “Limited to 2 pounds per person.”
“Make the same price as the ticket.” Su Ya’s eyes lit up.
"Yes, do you want to go?" Fang Yan asked. "Go, you must go!"
Seeing that Su Ya was going, Liu Jianjun also shouted to go.
Fang Yan did not hide his secrets and spread the news openly. Suddenly, people from the front yard and the back yard came after hearing the news.
The entire alley has entered a first-level combat state.
There was one person from each household, and everyone went out, led by Fang Yan, to the supply and marketing cooperative to snap up pork.
The store has not yet opened, and there is already a long queue outside the door.
Everyone was tightly hidden under scarves and wrapped in coats. It was bitterly cold in Yanjing in the winter.
The staff was shocked when they opened the door and found that there were too many people in line. They were afraid that order would not be maintained after the door opened, so they changed the location.
Shopping was a compulsory course at that time, so changing the place to line up was as easy as looking to the right during drills. People were right next to each other to prevent anyone from taking the opportunity to get in the way. Dozens of people directly turned into a human body. Centipede, slowly squirming.
"Don't jump in line, comrade!"
Su Ya saw five people squeezing in from the edge of the line.
"Little girl, what nonsense are you talking about? Who jumped in line!"
The leader among the five people glared menacingly.
“Are you going to hit someone if you cut in line?”
Su Ya put her hand into her satchel and frowned coldly.
"Hey!"
The leader bared his teeth and said confidently: "No one else said anything, why are you yelling, mind your own business, don't think you are a lesbian, we really don't dare to beat you... ..."
"Hey! Brother, why is it you?"
Fang Yan shouted immediately behind Su Ya.
"Who are you? Do we know each other?"
"I don't know you. Why are you joining the team?"
"Hey, a hero saves a beauty, you don't even think about yourself. ." The leader turned his attention to Dialect.
“You take advantage of the large number of people to bully the small number of people, right?”
Su Ya shouted: “Men and sisters in Nanluogu Lane, stop watching the show! Someone is bullying you!”
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In an instant, the people behind Su Ya and Fang Yan responded one after another, stood up one by one, and stared at the five people eagerly.
“Stay back and queue up!”
Su Ya shouted loudly, and shouted in dialect: “Quine up!”
“Queue up! Queue up!”< br>
The neighbors started shouting, and their voices were loud.
The commotion became louder and louder, alerting the administrator and the film police. The five people were reluctant and had no choice but to give in.
Before leaving, he glared at Su Ya and Fang Yan fiercely:
“You have the guts, but I’ll give you a word, young people, don’t be too arrogant!”
"You are not so energetic, why call you young!"
Fang Yan replied without fear.
"Okay!"
Looking at the five people leaving in despair, the crowd burst into cheers and applause, and then the entire team lined up in an orderly manner.
"You are too brave. What would you have done if we were not here just now?" Fang Yan rolled his eyes.
"What are you afraid of? I have this."
Su Ya took out a rolling pin and scissors from her bag.
Fang Yan was surprised, "Why do you bring these with you when you go out?"
"I brought these with me for self-defense. Recently, the public security has been bad. Some educated youths have returned to the city and cannot find jobs. They hang around the factories all day long, fighting, brawling, and robbing. He also acted like a hooligan to lesbians."
Su Ya said: "What if someday. If anyone dares to mess with me and Sister Hong without opening my eyes, I will kill him!"
Fang Yan reminded: "Take it easy, don't kill him."
"No. This is a last resort weapon. Just use a rolling pin, and Sister Hong also has one in her bag.”
Su Ya put the rolling pin and scissors back into her satchel.
"Lin Daiyu uprooted the weeping willows."
Fang Yan recalled that she had a rolling pin in one hand and a pair of scissors in the other, and her painting style was quite strange and strange, and she couldn't help but sigh.
In the end, the team did not wait for a while, each person had 2 kilograms, and returned home with a full load.
“Yanzi, this piece of meat you picked is good, it’s so fat!”
Fang Hong rolled out the dough quickly.
The core "dish" of the New Year's Eve dinner is of course the dumplings, and the dumplings are almost always filled with pork and cabbage.
“Sister, actually lean meat is better for dumpling stuffing.”
Dialect wrapped the dumplings a little unfamiliarly.
“You kid, how much fat and water can there be in lean meat!”
Yang Xia laughed and cursed.
"Brother, your dumplings are not as good as mine."
Fang Yan looked at his ugly dumplings and showed off her lace dumplings, her nose turned up. sky.
“I haven’t made dumplings for a long time.”
Fang Yan couldn’t help but sigh.
In an instant, Yang Xia and Fang Hong's faces froze.
Fang Yan noticed that the atmosphere had become strange, and realized that they might have misunderstood. He had been pampered in his previous life and had never done anything with his own hands, but I'm afraid they thought they were complaining.
"Mom, sister, why are you crying?"
Fang Yan blinked.
"You're the only one who talks a lot, go to the kitchen and bring the fried hairtail!" Fang Hong glared at her, then comforted Yang Xia.
"Mom, it's unlucky to cry on such a great day."
Fang Yan also said with relief: "Look, am I back? Our family of four will no longer be reunited!"
< br>"Yes, reunited, reunited."
Yang Xia grabbed Fang Hong's hand, patted Fang Yan's hand, looked at Fang Yan who was carefully carrying the plate, and laughed through tears.
(End of this chapter)