Chapter 35 Song Yucheng
The minibus continued to drive towards Jiachuan. After the second concubine left, Zhou Zhi turned to her grandmother: "Grandma, are you happy to come back and see me?"
"I'm so happy that I even laid a grave for Tian Min. I see there's an open space next to him..."
"Grandma, what are you talking about?" Well, it’s still too early for you to live a long life.”
Zhou Zhi took grandma’s hand and said, “But the feng shui of that place is good, and my aunt often said that our white rice old Zhou family’s ancestral grave. The fifth aunt also said that the ancestral grave of my grandfather has no daughters, so it’s just the right place for me to take advantage of it.”
"That's just for fun! You're really planning on it!" Grandma said angrily.
“But that land is really nice.” Zhou Zhi said, “Grandma, don’t worry, I’ll go tell my fifth uncle that that land can only be reserved for you, the old man.”
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In the seats behind, my father and mother were muttering: "Xiuqin, how much money does our family have?"
Mom glanced around cautiously: "Go home and tell me! What do you want to do?"
Dad whispered: "Mom, there is one more thing..."
"What's the matter?"
"Pay the party dues."
"How much will it cost?" My mother was frightened when she thought about how old she was these days.
"It's not too much. For rural party members, it's only two cents a month."
"Just say how many years!"
"Keep your voice down! In 29, we'll be here "Ninety-one years."
My mother got the number in a blink of an eye: "One hundred and forty-eight? What did I do for Xiao Liu for more than a month?" >
“This is our family’s honor!”
Dad patted his mother's hand and looked at the nagging grandson and grandson in front of him: "Honor! Are you saying that one hundred and fifty yuan can buy Zhou Zhi this education?"
"I don't think he has much education." Mom knew that the family had to make so much money, and she felt bad: "I went to clean up the radish and cabbage heads..."
After saying that, he suddenly came Got an idea, He turned around and asked his godfather: "Brother, you said that for a provincial publication of 1,000 words, you would normally be given 5 yuan as a manuscript fee. Then I wrote 30,000 words for two articles, and here is 150?"
< br>The godfather nodded: "It's almost the same number."
The mother looked at her son and asked the father: "I heard from the second sister that she also wants to reward the number of elbows..."
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"You should stop it as soon as possible..." The father couldn't help but roll his eyes at the mother, and then quickly looked away when she wasn't paying attention: "This is called meeting in half to even out the profit and loss, right? And it's all on the child!"
After saying that, he turned around and said, "Brother, I won't go to the secretary's place in a while. Mom won't be here that day." We're tired, so let's go home first."
The godfather smiled and said: "Okay, I'll go and give Gan'er a strike first!"
"Don't talk nonsense. Brother!”
The godfather smiled and patted his father on the shoulder: “Don’t worry, I know!”
That night, Zhou Zhi's family stayed in front of the TV and watched the local news starting at eight o'clock.
There are also rules for news broadcasting, first broadcast, then provincial news, and finally county news.
"...Early this morning, based on reports from the masses, the County Public Security Bureau conducted a surprise inspection of the county Sichuan Opera Troupe, cinema, and video hall affiliated with the cultural center. A batch of prohibited audio and video products were found in the county Sichuan Opera Troupe's video hall. And dealt with the relevant parties. "
"... Secretary Hua Yuliang ordered the Sichuan Opera Troupe to review its responsibilities and made important instructions. In addition to providing a stable and peaceful social environment for the people of the county as the Spring Festival is approaching. environment, but also to provide a healthy and positive spiritual environment for the people of the county..."
"...This afternoon, behind the shrine in the home of Zou Xiuyue, a resident of Gujing Village, Shuangxi Town, relevant departments discovered several important revolutionary party Historical relics, including the flag of the Sichuan-Yunnan-Guizhou Border Region guerrillas, the specifications of the Jiachuan Hongshui Red Joint Special Branch, the list of underground comrades who joined the revolution at that time, and the list of some guerrillas. ”
“According to Comrade Wu Lingjun, deputy director of the County Culture and Education Bureau and director of the County Cultural Center, this material was specially collected and preserved by Zou Xiuyue’s mother, Comrade Song Qiaoling, an underground party member of our Party. It has very important historical documentary value and is an important part of our county’s revolution. This important addition to history has been reported to the relevant departments..."
"Mom Mom! Let’s see you on TV soon!”
Grandma is using yellow wax to prepare the cotton thread for tomorrow’s shoe insoles: “I’m so old and I’m playing a foreign game. Oh my God, I’m going to fall down.” Ah..."
At this time, the phone at home rang. It was not my parents' friends, but Zhou Zhi's best friends.
The first is Feng Xueshan: "Elbow! You are on TV! And grandma!"
"I'm just holding the ladder there..."
"No matter, I'm on TV, treat me!"
"What treat? I've already been on it once on New Year's Day. You just don't know. .”
"Eh? What's going on?"
"I was asked to be the host of the New Year's Day performance, and I even had a cross talk with Yan Xiao. When the county reported the news about the performance, Yan Xiao and I were also included "
"Really?! I didn't even listen to what you said!"
"What's there to say? That oil painting is so ugly, hang it up first."
"Wait. Wait! You still have to ask!"
"Please, please, wait a few days, then you will do something..."
With this beginning, after this night, There is no stopping.
This is the daily life in the small county today. It is not surprising that a small incident will quickly spread throughout the city. Early the next morning, the remittance notice arrived from the post office, for thirty yuan for the first essay of three thousand words.
This number is double what my mother heard from her godfather, and Zhou Zhi doesn’t know what’s going on.
Zhou Zhi can’t even remember how much money he had in his previous life.
Just as he was about to go to the post office to withdraw the money, his godfather called and asked him to go to the county committee.
Zhou Zhi shook the remittance slip in his hand: "Dad, let me go to Baihua Pavilion to eat pig cake."
"You have become more capable, right?" His mother said, "What should I do, grandma?"
"You can bring it back to her later. Your class is a few minutes earlier and a few minutes later. Doesn't it matter?" Zhou Zhi said to the outside world. Grandma, who was tying her apron, shouted: "Grandma, do you want to eat pig cake? I'm treating you."
"Hey! Please eat it if you are a good grandson!"
Mom Go to the kitchen and dig out the pot: "Let's go, you and your dad eat there, and I'll come back and eat with your grandma."
The Zhuer Dumpling Shop is close to the county committee, and many people come here to have breakfast. Many of them know Dad, and before he even sat down, they are already greeting me constantly, and many of them are even chatting about what happened yesterday.
"Let's buy it and take it home to eat." Dad was a little helpless: "Zhou Zhi, give me the money."
My mother was handing the pot to the boss to scoop out the soy milk: "Yes, give me the money. ”
Zhou Zhi figured it out He flicked the remittance slip: "Advance."
Dad had no choice but to pay the money: "After eating, go to the county committee. If the guard asks, ask him to call the secretary of the county committee and ask him to come down and pick him up. You know Right? ”
"I know."
After breakfast, I came to the county committee and was stopped by the guard.
After a while, a young man in his twenties came downstairs: "You are thoughtful, right? The secretary has a meeting at the Finance Bureau and said he will arrive later. Come with me first."< br>
"Yes." Zhou Zhi obediently followed the young man inside: "How should I call you?"
"My name is Song Yucheng, Secretary Zhang's secretary. You can call me Secretary Song." Well, just call me Brother Song in private.”
"Brother Song was assigned to the county committee not long after graduation, right?"
"Yes, because of his lack of experience, he was often criticized by the secretary."
"Brother Song is humble."
While talking, the two came to Hua Yuliang’s big office. Song Yucheng made a cup of tea for Zhou Zhi: "Zhou Zhi, let's wait outside. Great writer, will you read a book here, take a rest, and accompany me to work?"
"Okay, Brother Song. Don’t worry about me, I’ll find a book to read by myself.”
On the bookcase were the "Notice on Issues Concerning the Adjustment of Grain Purchase and Sales Policies" and the "Urban House Demolition Management Regulations" which were issued just last month. Zhou Zhi took out these two books and sat at the coffee table to read them.
Song Yucheng was also secretly observing Zhou Zhi. When he saw him sitting quietly reading two materials, occasionally picking up the tea cup and taking a sip, he immediately entered a very serious state. He felt that this boy could There is indeed a reason for writing such an article.
The two materials were not long. Zhou Zhi finished reading them quickly, but instead of standing up, he picked up the one he had just read and started reading again.
Huh? What kind of way of reading is this? Song Yucheng felt a little strange.
This time the reading was much slower, and then the cycle started again.
In the end, it stopped completely at the "Notice on Issues Concerning Adjustments to Grain Purchase and Sales Policies."
"Zhou Zhi, let's talk?"
Zhou Zhi put down the materials and said, "Wouldn't you delay Brother Song?"
"The secretary hasn't come back yet, and I have no work to do. It’s done, don’t delay.”
“What do you want to talk about, Brother Song?”
"I got a top question this time, what do you think?"
"Uh... what is a top question?"
"The first article in this issue of "Bashu Literature", this is called Headline. It's like a newspaper. It’s not easy to be on the front page.”
“Why the royalties I mentioned are different from what my godfather said, now I understand...”
“Your godfather is Director Wu, right? ?”
"Yeah, but I'm afraid he prefers to be called Curator Wu. My godfather said that the manuscript fee for "Bashu Literature" is usually five yuan per thousand words, but this time I received ten yuan per thousand words."
"That should be it, how about it, tell me your current mood and thoughts? How can you continue along the way? Is this the way forward? "
"Brother Song, you are so flattering to me. I feel happy when I receive the royalties. My idea is to treat my family to a pig cake. As for how to continue on this path, Brother Song, I can't go any further."
"Why?" Song Yucheng was shocked.
"Brother Song, writing requires materials, accumulation, and experience. And my materials, accumulation, and experience have been used up in those two articles."
"This has something to do with the foundation in your stomach. Once the foundation is used up, you won't be able to write anymore."
"Then you can continue to accumulate foundation?"
"But I'm about to cum now. The first semester is over, and I have to take the college entrance examination. Under such circumstances, I still have to keep accumulating. There is not enough time. "
"That's right..." Song Yucheng said with concern: "To tell you the truth, when I was in school, I also liked to write and stuff, but after graduation, I read the materials every day. I feel like my pen is getting worse and worse.”
(End of this chapter)