Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 412 Touch Your Trophy
A few days after moving to his new home, He Ping received the Mao Dun Literature Award. He won the first Mao Dun Literature Award in 1982 with his work "Fu Gui".

Together with him, Zhou Keqin's "Xu Mao and His Daughters", Wei Wei's "Oriental", Mo Yingfeng's "General Song", Yao Xueyin's "Li Zicheng" (Volume Two), Gu Hua's "Fu Rong" Town" and "Spring in Winter" by Li Guowen.

The Mao Dun Literary Award has been selected every four years since its inception, and entries must be novels with a word count of more than 13.

This is the first award, and the period of work is from 1977 to 1981.Since it was held for the first time, the awards were postponed until the end of 82. It can be said that the award-winning authors attended collectively, but because of He Ping's release of pigeons, the award committee felt that its authority was damaged.

He Ping is a thorn in the side. At the end of last year, the committee tried to make He Ping go to the capital to receive the award, but He Ping refused to go.

He ran in the country for two seasons in spring and summer, and he was really too lazy to move. If it was convenient for airplanes and high-speed rails in the future, he might still go to join in the fun.

But now that the green leather car starts every three days, He Ping really doesn't want to move anymore.

The first awards meeting encountered such thorns. In order to maintain its authority, the awards committee was ready to take back the award.

Fortunately, He Ping is, after all, the "double bonus red stick" of "People's Literature", one of the few authors who are stable and highly productive without being bald.

Naturally, the editorial department would not throw away any prizes that were easy to obtain. After their mediation, the jury finally gave face and gave the certificates, medals and bonuses to the editorial department.

To say that the prize money of the Mao Dun Literature Award is definitely not a small sum in this era, a total of 5 yuan, not to mention ordinary writers, even the nouveau riche among writers like He Ping are greedy, and no one will dislike money Probably not.

However, this bonus is not for one person, but for all the winners, with an average of thousands of dollars per person.

The reason why the editorial department of "People's Literature" is so active in awarding He Ping is not only that He Ping is their "double bonus", but also the main reason is that the Mao Dun Literature Award is responsible for the publishers, magazines, and publishers that published the award-winning works. Editors will award certificates.

To put it bluntly, it means that the fruit is divided into rows, and no one who handles it is allowed to run away, and everyone is rewarded.

The certificates, medals, and bonuses have been in the editorial department for almost two months, and these people thought of posting them to He Ping when they were rare enough.

Mao Chunhua was overjoyed to receive these things. This is a great honor, the kind that would not be exchanged for a golden mountain.

In the evening, he asked He Ping for anything, which made He Ping want to win a few more prizes.

On the first weekend of moving to a new house, friends from the book club went to He Ping's house early in the morning.

"You actually built such a beautiful house, you rich old landlord!" Liu Aixia said half enviously and half jokingly after visiting the new house.

"That's wrong, the landlord's courtyard is not as particular as my small courtyard." He Ping said proudly.

"If you say you are fat, you are still out of breath." Liu Aixia spat at him.

Mao Chunhua led the crowd to the bookcase at home as if showing off, and showed them the certificates and trophies that had just been put up.

"Wow! Mao Dun Literature Award!"

The crowd exclaimed for a while, wanting to touch He Ping's trophy.

"Quality! Pay attention to quality!" He Ping shouted while tugging on his trousers.

At this moment, he is just a poor tool man.

Everyone took turns touching He Ping's trophy like a pilgrimage, and baptized He Ping again with their eyes.

This is a great writer who has won the Mao Dun Literary Award. We played with the Mao Dun Literary Award winner, and rounded up we can be considered as the finalists of the Mao Dun Literary Award.

After everyone had finished their freshness, only Li Feng was still stroking the trophy with his hand, and that posture was probably not going to stop until the trophy was wrapped up.

He Ping has already won the Mao Dun Literature Award, when will I be able to get ahead!

He Ping can guess Li Feng's psychological thoughts without even thinking about it, the obsession of literary youths, can you compare with brother, brother has something to worry about!

After visiting the courtyard and the trophy, everyone was very excited. For their reading club, it is definitely a matter of great honor to have a Mao Dun Literature Award winner.

Mao Chunhua brought the prepared melons and fruits to the wing room, and invited everyone to sit there. The wing room of He Ping's house was specially used to entertain guests. There were not only chess and go, but also TV and VCR in it. The entertainment function was very powerful. .

The crowd dispersed in twos and threes, some ran to play chess and go, some gathered to chat, some watched TV, and they were all talking. Today they came to eat the big family.

"Chunhua, apart from trophies and certificates, does the Mao Dun Literature Award have no other rewards?"

"Yes, a bonus was given."

"how much?"

"Not much, only 7000 yuan." Mao Chunhua said in a casual tone.

"7000 yuan?" My friends dropped their jaws in shock. In this era, 7000 yuan can be regarded as a huge sum of money. Many people work for a lifetime without eating or drinking and can't save 7000 yuan.

"My God! This is too much money, you can get rich if you win an award."

"Look at your inexperienced appearance. He Ping's books don't earn tens of thousands of dollars. Thousands of dollars are small money to him."

Don't say that literary youths don't love money, everyone just likes literature, and it's not that they have any hatred for money. The topic of everyone has always revolved around He Ping's income.

There is such a friend who makes a fortune from writing, here is a living example, who is not excited?

Everyone will inevitably have an illusion that I can do it myself.

But everyone looked at Li Feng who was being scolded by Liu Aixia's ears, and their emotions calmed down instantly. After all, not everyone is He Ping, and here is a bloody example.

"The eyes are all straight. It's useless to just look. When it comes to writing something, I scratch my head and scratch my head. I blame you for not being able to publish your article."

After being reprimanded by his girlfriend, Li Feng did not dare to refute. Although Liu Aixia has a bad temper, she is not unreasonable, and what she said was one of Li Feng's shortcomings.

It is difficult for Li Feng to concentrate. This shortcoming is not obvious when he is writing poetry. After all, the length of poetry is limited, but it is very obvious when he is writing novels.

Sitting at the desk every night, I started scratching my head after writing a few sentences, looking at this for a while, and looking at that for a while.

It's not that he doesn't have ideas in his mind, but he is too lazy to write, especially for some places that require complicated descriptions, and he can't bear his temper.

Because of this shortcoming, he was often scolded by Liu Aixia, but he couldn't change it.

Big men always save face. Although what Liu Aixia said was true, Li Feng was still a little unhappy when Liu Aixia scolded him in front of so many friends, and his face was a little ugly.

At this moment, He Ping came over with a few pieces of letter paper in his hand.

"Li Feng, help me read my new writing."

Li Feng avoided his girlfriend's nagging as if he was being amnesty.

(End of this chapter)