Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 210 Earth Altar and Me
Wuxi Longjia, which flourished in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, started out by running a printing and dyeing factory. It is a prominent merchant family in the coastal areas of Jiangsu and Zhejiang.At its peak, the Long family almost controlled most of China's textile industry.After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the Long family firmly supported the public-private partnership plan, and thus was praised as "the first family of national capitalists".

In the following period of time, due to some special reasons, the Long family suffered a lot of humiliation and lost all their wealth.It wasn't until 78 that the Long family turned around and the third-generation head of the Long family returned to the political world, and the fate of the Long family ushered in a turning point again.

Despite its political resurgence, the Long family's assets have been wiped out at home.At this time, Long Zhijian, the fourth generation of the Long family, was doing nothing in the capital. He had no interest in politics, so going south to Xiangjiang became the best choice.

There, many children of the Long family who fled outside before liberation spread out.Before leaving, the Long family liquidated the family property. After a long time of calculation, Long Zhijian emptied the family property at the behest of his father, and got a huge sum of money, which became his capital to venture into Xiangjiang.
After all, the children of the aristocratic family are unusual, and their starting point should be superior to others. In December 78, the Aika Electronics Factory, which he and his two cousins ​​jointly owned, opened. Electronic clocks, etc. are sold domestically.

At this time, it is almost an unimaginable privilege to want to be granted "domestic trafficking rights".And in 81, that is, this year, this small electronics factory with a strong background was acquired by Fitelec Corporation of the United States at a sky-high price of 1200 million US dollars.Relying on the development of these short three years, Long Zhijian completed the accumulation of the first pot of gold in his life.

The reason why He Ping is so clear about the family history of the Long family is entirely because one of his leaders in later generations always likes to study the family history of some famous domestic figures, state-owned enterprises!He also knew a lot about this aspect.

It's not like me, I have to form a joint venture with someone to open a chicken farm, I'm afraid I will be tyrannical.

People are more dead than people!

"This watch is not bad." He Ping boasted.

Zhu Shimao was a little disappointed by He Ping's plain reaction. He wanted to share his good things with others, but they didn't seem to be interested.

He Ping didn't care about Zhu Shimao's reaction, he was still thinking about the electronic watch, and now the only foreign port in China is Nanshan, which is an opportunity for development.

It can be said that the country is full of gold now. As long as you are brave enough, you are not afraid of going to jail, you can become the first wave of people who get rich first.

It's not working out recently, and when there is an opportunity, I can join Nanshan. After all, it is the technology center of future generations, and the development potential is still very large.

Even if it is just a small fishing village that has just opened up, it is also a small fishing village with its back on the Xiangjiang River, just like a bicycle with a four-cylinder engine, it can't stop when running.

The capital city in the evening is very lively. There are not as many cars on the streets as there are bicycles in this era. He Ping and Zhu Shimao walked on the road and had to give way to bicycles from time to time.

After walking along the road for almost an hour, after passing the Lama Temple, Chongwenmen Street came to the end, and a slightly dilapidated archway stood opposite the road.

Seeing the two characters on the archway, He Ping became interested, "Let's go in and have a stroll."

Zhu Shimao looked at the archway, it turned out to be an altar of earth, "Sure!"

The two walked through Andingmen Street and walked into the Temple of Earth.

The Temple of Earth was built in 1530 and has gone through more than 450 years.As early as the period of the Republic of China, this place of worship in the feudal era has become a park that everyone in the capital city can visit.

Although the government has been continuously repairing the Temple of Earth these years after the founding of the People's Republic of China, He Ping still felt the dilapidated atmosphere when he entered the Temple of Earth Park.

The tall garden walls have long been mottled, and the palace is also dilapidated, only the tall pines and cypresses are evergreen.

He Ping walked slowly along the stone path, and he didn't speak after entering the altar, which made the atmosphere a bit heavy. Zhu Shimao didn't understand what was going on, so he followed behind him.

"I have mentioned an abandoned ancient garden in several novels, which is actually the Earth Altar.

Many years ago before the tourism industry developed, the garden was desolate and desolate like a wild land, rarely remembered by people..."

He Ping still remembers this passage to this day. It comes from "I and the Temple of Earth", author Shi Tiesheng, a Chinese textbook for the first year of high school.

At that time, he was still an ignorant teenager, dreaming in his heart that he could become a writer admired by everyone when he grew up.Shi Tiesheng was his role model for a time. If everyone else is sick like that, if he can still become a writer, he will definitely be able to.

Unexpectedly, when he grew up, he fell into the Sahara Desert like a grain of sand blown by the wind, obliterating everyone.

I used to love chasing dreams when I was young, and I just wanted to fly forward...

The song is so well sung!
He Ping sighed with infinite melancholy.

"Mr. He, what's the matter with you?"

Ever since he entered Ditan Park, He Ping had been acting strangely. Zhu Shimao had never dared to speak, so he couldn't help asking.

"It's nothing, I just thought of some past events."

He Ping was somewhat dispirited, and said perfunctorily.

Seeing that He Ping didn't want to say more, Zhu Shimao didn't ask any more questions.

The two walked along the path in the garden and saw several big pear trees.After early spring, clusters of small, dense yellow flowers are blooming on the trees.

Subconsciously, He Ping wanted to look at the thick grass along the base of the wall, but there was nothing there.

He withdrew his gaze in disappointment, and continued to walk forward.

Seeing that He Ping seemed to be looking for something, Zhu Shimao asked, "Teacher He, what are you looking for?"

"Nothing." He Ping seemed to be wandering around the garden aimlessly, until he found an old cypress tree.

He ran over and stood behind the old cypress tree, and in the distance was the ancient altar.Reflected by the afterglow of the setting sun, the silent brilliance spreads flat for a moment, and every roughness on the ground is reflected brilliantly.

He Ping leaned on the old cypress tree, and said quietly to Zhu Shimao, "There once was a writer here."

"writer?"

"Is he your friend?" Zhu Shimao asked.

He Ping shook his head, "He is my role model, but it's a pity that I didn't become as good as him in the end."

"Your achievements have left many young people behind." Zhu Shimao said with relief.

He Ping looked up at the setting sun, there was no achievement, it was just opportunistic.

The sun is setting, the last ray of light disappears in the sky, and night is about to fall.

"Let's go back."

He Ping's nonsensical actions made Zhu Shimao completely confused. He really didn't know what the literati were thinking.

At this time, He Ping only had one thought in his mind, that he must write "Fu Gui" properly!

(End of this chapter)