Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 227
Gifts are not important, the important thing is the heart, this is He Ping's consistent point of view.

After not seeing each other for more than a month, Wen Guizhen's attitude towards He Ping became even better.

"He Ping is determined. How about going to Shanghai this time? Is everything going well?"

"It went well. After staying in Shanghai for a while, I went to Beijing again. When I left, the movie was ready to start shooting."

"That's good." Wen Guizhen's face was full of smiles, and she became more and more satisfied with He Ping the more she watched.

In terms of ability, he led the team to run a chicken farm, and the business is booming; in terms of talent, there are many published novels and novels; in terms of character, there is nothing to choose.

Apart from the fact that I almost drink too much, I really don't have much to choose from.

After chatting at home for a while, Mao Xueshan came back.

"When did you come back?"

"It's good to come back, how about the harvest from this trip?"

The question of the future father-in-law seems to be an official, so first ask what is the gain.

"The atmosphere in the south is indeed a little more open than ours. I'm not just talking about our northeast. Even compared with the capital, the atmosphere in Shanghai is much more open."

Mao Xueshan hung up his clothes, "That's true, just came today, have some dinner here tonight, and tell me about your experience in Shanghai and Beijing."

"I won't eat the meal. Chunhua and I ate at home in the afternoon. If you are free, I will introduce you to some of the things I saw during this trip."

Wen Guizhen brought the food to the table, and Mao Xueshan said, "Then I won't be polite to you, I've been busy all day today, and I'm so hungry."

While eating, Mao Xueshan listened to He Ping's introduction of what he had seen and heard in the past few days.

"Not bad, I did see a lot of world outside."

In the middle of He Ping's speech, Mao Xueshan finished his meal and made a cup of tea, "Come on, let's continue."

"After Wang Meng's introduction, I got to know Wang Fu, the deputy editor-in-chief of the editorial department of "People's Literature". Then I went to Li Tuo’s house and got to know Li Tuo and his wife Zhang Nuanxin, Li Tuo is also a writer, his wife Zhang Nuanxin is a director, and she directed "Li Siguang"."

After listening to He Ping's words, Mao Xueshan sighed and said: "It seems that no industry can do without circle culture. The people you met in this circle will be of great benefit in the future."

"It's also a coincidence."

Mao Xueshan took a sip of tea, "It's a good thing to get to know these people, but the benefits are in the future. You should write more good works for your current foundation. I just listen to the novel "Fugui" I’m interested in everything you said, and I’ll have to take a good look at it when it’s published.”

What can He Ping say when the old man speaks, "I really didn't put much energy into writing this matter before, but this incident gave me some inspiration. I still have to keep writing, and I don't need to bother about the manuscript fee anymore. Write more about what you like."

Mao Xueshan nodded in agreement and said: "Literary creation should be like this. Look at these writers now, who are writing things that scar literature. I am not opposed to their writing, but I think that literary creation should be diverse and full of flowers. Now But, it’s just like getting together, you just open a magazine and it’s all these things, it’s annoying to read.”

Perhaps because of being in charge of cultural propaganda and education, Mao Xueshan is also very concerned about literature.

"This thing is a limelight, it will be fine after a while." He Ping comforted.

Mao Xueshan said: "Why don't I know, it's just a little tired and crooked."

"How about this, after the clean-up work is completed, you can register your name in the association, and you don't have to participate in non-essential activities, how about it?"

Mao Xueshan has already talked about this, what else can He Ping say, "That's up to you."

Weng and his son-in-law made up their minds about joining the association, and Mao Xueshan chatted about Wang Changtian's gossip again.

He Ping couldn't help but pat the armrest of the chair when he heard this, "I didn't expect this person to be so shameful. Fortunately, everything is over now. Otherwise, how can such a person be in power?"

Mao Xueshan nodded and said, "That's right. By the way, this report is the material provided by Old Wu from the Cultural Bureau. He has put in all his strength!"

Old Wu from the Cultural Bureau?

"Wu Guan has a deputy director? What does this matter have to do with him?"

"It's a big relationship. Among the three people I mentioned just now, two of them are related to him. One is his in-laws and the other is his classmate. Do you think there is any relationship?"

He Ping nodded knowingly.

"It turns out that there is such a story. Director Wu looked at people with kind eyebrows and good intentions, but he didn't expect such a thunderbolt method to exist."

Mao Xueshan sneered and said: "Bodhisattva's heart is also for whom. To deal with people like Wang Changtian, you have to be as ruthless as autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves. He escaped a catastrophe before, but enjoyed a few years of happiness. This time it is not so Good luck."

He Ping suddenly thought of the time he went to the symposium. He was invited by Li Feng at that time, and Li Feng was in the cultural center, and Wu Guanyou was also the director of the cultural center.He was criticized at the meeting on his front foot, and Yu Zhiyong pushed the door open on his back foot.

Could it be...

(End of this chapter)