Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 228

Can't afford to offend, these officials are too scheming, even the way he looks at his father-in-law has changed a bit.

Knowing about Wang Changtian's public case can be regarded as showing the arrogance of being beaten by the group at that time, good and evil will eventually be rewarded.

After chatting with Mao Xueshan for more than an hour, He Ping returned home on his bicycle.

There are quite a few family members who come to watch TV.

Xiao Zhu'er was eagerly looking forward to his return home, Gouzi was lying obediently at his feet, Xiao Zhuer's little hand was scratching Gouzi's chin.

"came back?"

"He Ping is back?"

As soon as He Ping entered the room, he greeted everyone first.

After not seeing each other for a long time, everyone gathered around He Ping and asked him about his trip to Shanghai.

For rural people these days, going to a city is a big deal, let alone going to a bustling big city like Shanghai.

He Ping picked up some things that could be said and told everyone a few things. Some people didn't even bother to watch TV, and sat down to listen to He Ping's talk about Shanghai.

When they heard that He Ping had gone to the capital, everyone became even more excited and kept asking He Ping to explain.

He Ping had no choice but to tell everyone about his experience in the capital again.

"Tsk tsk! Or else you have to be a cultural person. If you go out, you can eat and drink. You can earn money without spending a penny. We can go to Beijing and Shanghai anytime!"

"You think beautifully, how can you compare with others? You are destined to go to the big market."

A group of people began to bury each other while talking, everyone burst into laughter, and the air was full of joy.

After talking about the experience of going out this time, someone else focused on the things He Ping brought back this time.

"Hey, I said He Ping, what did you bring back this time?"

"It's nothing. I brought some clothes and cosmetics for my partner, a guitar for Xiao Zhu'er, and a camera."

He Ping's tone was unremarkable, and everyone was curious, "Guitar? What is a guitar?"

"Camera? Isn't that expensive?"

Most of the people here are not interested in clothes and cosmetics, and it's not like they haven't seen them before.But they have never seen the guitar and the camera, or they have never seen it for real. They may have seen what it looks like in movies and books.

"He Ping, show it to everyone, so that we can open our eyes."

He Ping has never been shy about sharing things with everyone. Things are bought for use.

He asked Xiao Zhuer to take out the guitar, and when he gave the guitar to Xiao Zhuer in the afternoon, Xiao Zhuer put Dong XZ into his closet immediately. This is a good thing that Dad brought back from Shanghai. Gotta hide it.

He Ping opened the piano case, and the wooden red cotton guitar was lying there quietly.

Everyone gathered together, with curiosity in their eyes.

"This thing is a guitar? Can it make any movement?"

"Stupid or not, you can't make any noise unless you play it?"

"Who can play this thing!"

……

A child curiously plucked the strings of the guitar, but was slapped down hard by an adult.

"Go, don't touch it blindly, if you break it, you will be sold."

The child held back tears, still curious in his eyes.

Everyone came to He Ping, "He Ping, you bought this thing, you should know how to play it?"

"Let me play a section for you." He Ping picked up the guitar, since everything was taken out, it's not good to just let everyone look at it.

He played "Young Friends Come to Meet" for everyone, and everyone applauded at the end of the song.

"It's still a cultural person. Not only can he write articles, but he can even play the piano."

"This stuff sounds really nice, doesn't it cost a lot of money?"

He Ping put down the guitar and said, "It's not much money. I mainly want Xiao Zhu'er to learn an instrument and cultivate his sentiments!"

Everyone was amazed again, the children in the team were still struggling with whether to go to school, and everyone started to cultivate their sentiments.

"Xiao Zhu'er is blessed to be with you." A member said, and the rest also echoed.

It's been almost two years since He Ping came to Hantun, and it's been almost two years since he adopted Xiao Zhu'er. Everyone in Xiao Zhu'er's eyes saw him, and no one would give He Ping a thumbs up when he mentioned this matter. .

Facing the compliments from everyone, He Ping was a little embarrassed. When he came to this time and space, the first person who really bonded was Xiao Zhuer. Rather than saying that he adopted Xiao Zhuer, it was better to say that he and Xiao Zhuer depended on each other for life.

Even though he has already discussed marriage with Mao Chunhua now, he may have children of the two in the future, and he will treat Xiao Zhu'er as his own.

"Look at the camera, look at the camera."

After seeing the freshness of the guitar, everyone thought of the camera again.

Many people expect much more from a camera than a guitar. Taking a photo is a sacred ritual for people of this era. Many people don’t take a photo once in ten or eight years. Bathing and changing clothes before taking a photo is a necessary process.

He Ping took out the brand-new Seagull camera from the camera case, and the camera full of mechanical texture immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Isn't this thing too expensive?" Han Zhaoshe asked everyone's aspirations.

"500 yuan is considered the best camera in China." He Ping said.

Wuhu~
"500 yuan? Just such a small thing? Made of gold?"

He Ping smiled and said, "It's high-tech, it must be more expensive."

"Then can this thing look the same as the one in the photo studio?"

He Ping raised the camera, since everything was taken out anyway, he might as well take a picture for everyone, "You will know if you try it?"

Everyone was stunned and didn't understand what He Ping meant. He Ping said again: "Come on, let me try this camera, and I'll take a picture for you."

Everyone didn't expect such a good thing to come across, and a few people ran out in disgrace.

"Taking a picture, what are you running for?"

"Wait a minute, I'll go home and change."

He Ping was amused by the actions of the members. This is the fun of this era. He is full of novelty about everything. This is a kind of optimism and exploration that many people in later generations do not have.

Several commune members ran home to change their clothes, so He Ping could only wait.

After more than ten minutes, several people came back after changing their clothes, and at the same time, there were many people behind them, dragging their families with them.

"You said you were going to change clothes, why are there so many tails behind?"

"Don't you take pictures here? I haven't taken a picture for several years."

He Ping began to direct everyone, "Don't worry, just try it tonight, and I will have a chance to take pictures for everyone in the future. Come, come, stand according to your size."

It took several minutes for all the people to stand in line according to He Ping's instructions, and each of them wanted to squeeze forward when they wanted to take pictures, their faces were full of joy and excitement.

"All right, all right, don't move." He Ping adjusted the aperture of the camera. It was night and the light bulbs at home were not too bright. Fortunately, the seagull's light perception was not bad.

"Come on, I'll count one, two, three, everyone call eggplant with me." He Ping held the camera in one hand and gestured with the other.

"One...two...three, eggplant!"

"eggplant!"

With a click, everyone's smiling faces were recorded on the film by the camera.

On April 1981, 4, comrades from the production team took a photo.

(End of this chapter)