After settling down in the guest house, the reception banquet was specially held at Jinyang Hotel, which is famous throughout the province.
It is famous for its authentic Shanxi cuisine. As the saying goes, go to Jinyang Restaurant to eat authentic Shanxi cuisine, and go to Jinyang Restaurant to taste Shanxi noodles.
As soon as Fang Yan entered the store, several writers who were also members of the Shanxi Writers Association came up to him, and they had obviously been waiting for a long time.
"Let me introduce to you, this is Zheng Yi..."
"This is Zhang Shishan. He wrote "Han Baoshan with a Handle". Mr. Ma commented after reading it , Mr. Juri has a bit of a yam and egg flavor.”
As Jiao Zuyao walked, he introduced Fang Yan and Zhu Wei.
"Nice to meet you, nice to meet you."
They all knew each other, and then the nine people came to the reserved box and sat down one after another.
After a while, one after another Shanxi cuisine was served on the table, squirrel fish, crispy duck, a nest of crispy cakes, beef tongue, roasted eggs in an iron bowl...
"Fang Teacher, although I am from Shanxi, I don’t care about my shortcomings. Shanxi cuisine is not good and cannot be put on the table.”
Jiao Zuyao is like Chu Yunfei in "Bright Sword", "I may have to wrong you, a big foodie."
"Don't say that, this Jin cuisine may not be on the table."
Fang Yan picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and said, "Let's just say this 'Jinxi Guoyourou', which first appeared in the families of officials in ancient times. It is an official dish, and was later brought to western Shanxi by Shanxi merchants, and gradually became a must-have dish for government banquets and folk banquets..."
"Teacher Fang is indeed an expert, and he can say it right away. The origin of Shanxi Guo Yourou'."
Jiao Zuyao gave a thumbs up, and others present also praised it.
Zheng Yidao: "This Shanxi oily pork is the representative dish of Shanxi. Whenever you eat Shanxi cuisine, you must order a plate!"
"In fact, I think it is more worthy of praise than Shanxi cuisine. It’s the pasta from Jinxi.”
Fang Yan looked around and said, “As far as I know, there are many kinds of pasta from Jinxi. Thousands of species, right?”
“Hehe, not many.” Zheng Yi grinned, “No more, no less, just over 1,900 species.”
“So, that’s enough. Shanxi cuisine is by no means a cuisine that cannot be put on the table, but is a delicacy of the people. ”
Fang Yan didn't say the last half of the sentence. If Shanxi cuisine is not good, then Hangzhou cuisine is just scum.
After all, what good food can there be in Hangzhou, a food desert? KFC, McDonald's, or West Lake Vinegar Fish?
These words directly spoke to the hearts of this group of writers in western Shanxi. They all looked happy and raised their wine cups:
"Teacher Fang, Teacher Zhu, I (I) Kudos to you!”
“Ta.”
The wine glasses made a crisp sound when they collided.
Fang Yan took a sip of Fenjiu and said with emotion: "If Mr. Wang were here, I would be very happy."
When they heard "Wang Zengqi", everyone was curious and puzzled.
“I know all about Shanxi cuisine from Mr. Wang.”
Fang Yan said: “He has a special liking for Shanxi pasta. If this If I had him, I would have to stay in Shanxi for ten days and a half.”
Jiao Zuyao said excitedly: "That's no problem. If there is a chance, we must invite Mr. Wang to be a guest in western Shanxi."
After three rounds of wine, the atmosphere at the wine table gradually became lively, and the topics ranged from food to We talked about literature, especially root-seeking literature.
Zheng Yi asked a question that everyone present wanted to ask. How did this "root-seeking literature" come about?
Fang Yan said: "I'm afraid this origin can be traced back to Mr. Wang."
Jiao Zuyao, Ke Yunlu, Zheng Yi and others were very surprised. Is it Mr. Wang again? Can root-seeking literature be related to Wang Zengqi?
"Actually, this root-seeking literature is rooted in national and regional culture, but it was not called national literature or regional literature at the beginning."
Fang Yan said: "It is called folk customs novels. This term comes from Yu Wanglao's "Order"
"Wait a minute, wait a minute"
Including Jiao Zuyao, the magazine editors and critics on the table put down their chopsticks and took them out in unison. Pen and paper, start taking notes.
“Teacher Wang is a descendant of Mr. Cong Wen. Mr. Cong Wen shocked the literary world with his works praising the simplicity and nature of the mountain people in western Hunan.”
“Therefore, in Mr. Wang’s works, he mostly writes about foreign people and local customs, including the charm of simplicity and simplicity. He can often find it in the depth of the colorful regional culture and the regional cultural characteristics of literary creation. Insights into the diversity and richness of the Chinese nation's traditional culture..."
"Especially as he mentioned in "Back to Realism, Back to National Tradition""
"Writing about customs is for. Write about people, and as long as they are Chinese, He lives in the Chinese cultural tradition. This traditional culture, which best embodies the special temperament of a nation, is passed down, accumulated, superimposed and blended from generation to generation, affecting every Chinese person who lives in it."
" A person born of the soil and water, a truly Chinese character, cannot be separated from the traditional Chinese culture.”
“It can be said that Mr. Wang has a very deep connection with root-seeking literature.”
"In other words, it was not me who pioneered the trend of root-seeking literature, but Mr. Wang. His novels can be called the forerunner of root-seeking literature."
"I was just the first to stand up and shout out He is just a writer with the concept of "literature seeking his roots."
Dialian looked left and right, and his tone was flat.
Zheng Yi was the first to react, "That's amazing!"
"That's right, that's right, humble, Teacher Fang is so humble!"
"Don't you know how much of a sensation your roots-seeking literature has caused in our literary world in western Shanxi?"
With a lot of chatter and discussion, Jiao Zuyao raised his wine cup and toasted as he said: " Teacher Fang, what everyone said is true.”
Fang Yan asked and found out that with the decline of the Yao Dan School, the literary world in western Shanxi was already in decline.
Just as Shanxi has the reputation of "the largest province in ancient architecture", but it has always been a "coal city" in the eyes of the world, how to revitalize Shanxi literature and activate the vitality of traditional culture has always been a puzzle The Jin army of this generation did not expect Teacher Fang to send them root-seeking literature with a roar.
Now, Shanxi literature has completely taken on new roots!
"To tell you the truth."
Zheng Yi also raised his glass and toasted, "Without you, Teacher Fang, I wouldn't be where I am today. The direction of my literary creation was decided on the day that Root-Seeking Literature came out. After coming down, I anchored in this piece of yellow. On the plateau, he wrote "The Village Far Away"
"This novel is really bold."
Zhu Wei said that it is even more outrageous than the extramarital affair. It must be the twisted marriage custom of "helping others".
Zheng Yi sighed: "At that time, I was caught up in mental pollution and almost couldn't publish it. Fortunately, editor Zhang Zhong'e of "Contemporary" thought that I was a root-seeking novel. Although it was not placed on the front page, it was still After publishing it, I didn’t expect it to be awarded this year’s Outstanding Novella Award.”
"This is called 'good fortune lies in the presence of misfortune, and misfortune lies in the presence of good fortune'."
Fang Yan and Zhu Wei looked at each other, and there was no doubt that there would be one more "Zheng Yi" on the list for this seminar.
"Come on, come on, cheers!"
Zhu Wei couldn't help but realize, he shouted and drank with everyone, and using the strength of the wine, he asked Zheng Yi if he had any new works recently.
“Yes, of course, I am planning to write a local story about generations of people digging wells.”
Zheng Yi recounted that in Laojing Village on the Loess Plateau, generations of ancestors had been unable to dig a well. In order to get rid of the village's predicament, just like the Foolish Old Man who moved mountains, the elderly placed their hopes of drilling wells on young people.
Fang Yan immediately guessed it was "Old Well", which was a masterpiece that helped Zhang Yimou win the Best Actor Award at the Tokyo Film Festival.
"The male protagonist is called 'Sun Wangquan', Wangquan, Wangquan. He just hopes to dig a spring well in the village in the hands of his generation." Zheng Yi is preparing to design some fateful choices. In order to dig a well, Sun Wangquan Sacrifices have to be made, such as love.
“Not enough.” Fang Yan shook his head.
Zheng Yi asked seriously, "Teacher Fang, what do you think is not enough?"
"Since it is the dream of several generations to dig a well, we must be like the Foolish Old Man who moved mountains and write down clearly why he is so persistent in digging a well."
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Dialect said: "Are there any traditional customs about praying for rain here in western Shanxi?"
"Yes, carry the Dragon King!"
Zheng Yidao: "If you still can't pray for rain, in the past, the clan chiefs and village chiefs would have to kneel on the gravel, or in the grass covered with thorns, or even worse, hold a iron in their hands. Use a hammer, iron rod, iron whip, or use a knife to stab, beat, cut, or pierce your own body, using your own blood and screams in exchange for the Dragon King's touch..."
"Look at the abolition of this bad habit of sacrifice, isn't that the reason?"
Fang Yan made a suggestion and designed a scenario where Sun Wangquan was recommended to be trained in a hydrogeology class and use scientific methods to dig wells.
“Yes!”
Zheng Yi was deeply inspired. He slapped his thigh, as if he had met a close friend, and started chatting about the idea of "Old Well".
Zhu Wei listened quietly and couldn't help but sigh: "If this is finished, it will definitely be a top-notch roots-finding novel!"
Seeing that other people had the same view, Zheng Yi felt very excited and wanted to go home and create immediately.
“Look at you, you are in a hurry.”
Fang Yan said, “Have you thought of the title of the novel?”
Zheng Yi initially wanted to imitate “The Foolish Old Man Moves Mountains” and take the title The name of "Foolish Village Digging a Well".
Fang Yan shook his head, "No, no, 'Foolish Village' is not a good word for these villagers who have longed for a well for generations."
Zheng Yi then wrote seven or eight more titles on the paper, including "Wangquan", "Shuijing", "Old Well", and "Shiyu Village".
"I think "Old Well" is better, what do you think?"
Fang Yan asked Zhu Wei, Ke Yunlu and others for their opinions.
Zhu Wei agreed: "This is a good name. It captures the essence of the whole story concisely and concisely."
Zheng Yi saw that others were also optimistic about "Old Well", so he followed suit and decided on the title decisively. and outline.
Fang Yan patted Zhu Wei on the back and recommended Zhu Wei to Zheng Yi as the editor in charge of this novel:
“I don’t know what you think?”
“Of course there is no problem, and it must be Let Teacher Zhu be responsible for my "Old Well"."
Although Zheng Yi felt a little regretful, he readily agreed.
"Bye, I can't bear the title of 'teacher', let's just do it as usual, just call me 'Xiao Zhu'."
Zhu Wei raised his hand.
"How can this be done? When working, you must honor your duties!" Zheng Yi said seriously, "Teacher Xiao Zhu, please take care of me in the future."
"Look after each other and make progress together!"< br>
Zhu Wei glanced at Fang Yan, who pushed him on the stage, and was deeply moved.
Jiao Zuyao praised: "Since Teacher Zhu is following Teacher Fang, he will definitely become a famous editor like Teacher Fang in the future."
Fang Yan patted him on the shoulder, "The author and screenwriter are mutually successful. Whether he can become a famous editor depends on all of you." Let me take care of this territory of the literary world.
Under the hint of his eyes, he stood up and toasted to the generals of the Jin army present.
"Teacher Fang, I also have a manuscript here. Can you please help me read it?"
The conversation between Zheng Yi and Fang Yan just now caught the attention of others present. Many people have already begun to take action.
"Even if you don't ask, we will definitely ask."
Fang Yan naturally accepts all comers, "Zhu Wei and I had already discussed it on the train to western Shanxi. If there is a chance, Let's try to publish a group of novels from writers from western Shanxi in "People's Literature"..."
Hearing this, everyone at the table looked at Fang Yan and Zhu Wei with even more intense eyes. There was light inside.
We, the Jin Army, really want to make progress!
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Time flies, and 3 days have passed in the blink of an eye.
During this period, Fang Yan and Zhu Wei participated in a small literary seminar specially organized by the Western Shanxi Writers Association and gained a lot.
Not only were more suitable candidates like Zheng Yi found, but also many manuscripts were commissioned from young writers in western Shanxi.
In addition to the genre of root-seeking literature, there are also rural literature, reform literature, etc.
The good news of Dialect was immediately shared with Wang Meng who was far away in Yanjing.
"The land of Sanjin is indeed a fertile soil for humanities. Even if it declines, it is only temporary and will soon burst into new vitality."
"Otherwise, it would not be called 'Sanjin Literature' "
"It seems that these manuscripts and writers found in western Shanxi are very suitable for you. Are you right?”
“Let’s put it this way, when these novels are published, I will write this sentence in the editor’s note of this issue.”
Fang Yan said: “Sanjin. The cultural context is passed down from generation to generation, deeply rooted in life, rooted in the people, and the rise of the Jin army is worth looking forward to! ”
Although there are only 24 short words, it is of great significance. It means that in the national literary circles, in addition to the Guangdong Army, Hunan Army, Shaanxi Army, Yulin Army, Zhili Clan, Fengcheng Clan, Sichuan Army, etc., there is another high-ranking person who symbolizes regionalism. The literary banner of the "Jin Army".
The entire literary world cannot be said to be "separated by warlords", but at least it is "letting a hundred flowers bloom", competing for novelty and beauty.
That realm of vitality and all things competing is right before your eyes!
“You’ve done it here, and I’m almost done talking about it here.”
Wang Meng said that he has reached an agreement with the Harvest Literary Publishing House, and the time is tentatively scheduled to be October 25th.
"It takes more than 20 days to prepare a meeting, which is enough. There is absolutely plenty of time." Fang Yan said, "Where is it? In Yanjing or in Shanghai?"
Wang Meng replied: "Neither, choose somewhere "Hangcheng."
"Why are we here?" Fang Yan was curious.
"This is a compromise. Whether it is settled in Yanjing or Shanghai, some comrades on the other side will feel dissatisfied."
Wang Meng said: " Instead of being so awkward, just choose a third-party location that both parties are satisfied with and have a happy meeting. ”
Fang Yan thought for a moment and said, "It would be a good idea to hold this meeting in Hangzhou in the golden autumn of October, by the West Lake." (End of Chapter)