Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 54
When He Ping arrived in Ping County, he first went to the county library.

Seeing that He Ping was holding a large box of things, the director of the letter said with a smile, "What? The copybook has been made?"

"Isn't it? It took a lot of effort, you can see."

As he spoke, He Ping took out a few copybooks and handed them to the letter curator.

When He Ping said it before, the curator Xin was very interested in the pen copybook he mentioned, otherwise he would not have helped to introduce Gao Pengfei. When people help out sincerely, regardless of whether the help is helpful or not, one has to remember human feelings, which is the most basic morality of being a human being.

The letter curator took a look at several copybooks with great interest, "Well, this block letter is very good, at least 20 years of knowledge?"

"It's been 30 years. He has a long history of family education, and he can write very well in soft and hard pen calligraphy. He is the principal of our elementary school. No one knows that's all."

The curator of the letter shook his head regretfully, "It's a pity, it really buried talents."

After appreciating the calligraphy of the copybook, the curator Xin studied the printing process of the copybook again, "Your thing is really ingenious, it is a good thing, very suitable for children to practice calligraphy."

He Ping licked his face and said, "You know a lot of people, and you can help promote it."

The director of the letter said generously: "Okay!"

He Ping was just saying it casually, but he didn't expect the curator Xin to agree so much.

Seeing that He Ping was a little surprised, Director Xin explained: "I am not here for you, but for your elementary school. It has not been easy for the team to run the school in recent years, and I can't help much. I will do my best."

"Thank you very much." He Ping thanked him from the bottom of his heart.

Director Xin is an old-fashioned intellectual, and the two of them only had two or three short contacts, but he was able to help He Ping to raise money for the elementary school, which just shows his mind and realm, compared to Wang Changtian and others, I don’t know how much higher he is go.

After bidding farewell to the director of the letter, He Ping went to the county cultural center with a few samples of copybooks.

"He Ping, why are you here?" Li Feng asked curiously.

"I have something to ask for your help. This is a pen copybook produced by our team-run primary school. I want to sell it to the outside world. See if you can help promote it in your cultural center." He Ping explained the purpose of his visit.

Li Feng had a look of embarrassment on his face. He was just a small staff member in the county cultural center, so he couldn't say anything about such things.

He Ping saw Li Feng's embarrassment, "You don't need to help promote it, just put it in your book and newspaper area. If someone is interested, you can help introduce it, leave a contact information, and you can tell me next time I come."

Li Feng thought to himself that although he was a bit suspected of playing a side ball, it was fine.

"Well, let me go. But let me tell you first, I don't guarantee that anyone will be interested."

"Understood, thank you very much."

The reason why He Ping approached Li Feng and Director Xin was because although he had not been in contact with them for a long time, he also knew that the characters of these two people were very reliable. If they help, even if there is no result, there will be no big problems. Leaks.

He also knew Yu Zhiyong, the director of the Cultural Affairs Bureau, but He Ping didn't go to him immediately because Yu Zhiyong's position itself was quite sensitive, and even if he was willing to help, it would be easy to be misunderstood that there would be a connection of interests.

Knowing so few people in the county, He Ping found all he could.

He Ping was going to the village next, and Director Mao's backing hadn't come in handy yet.

He Ping rode a bicycle with a box of pens and copybooks on his back, and rode into the commune compound in a hurry all the way.

Correspondent Zhang Guoqiang knew He Ping, and when He Ping said he was looking for Director Mao, Zhang Guoqiang took him to Director Mao's office.

"Hi, Director Mao."

Director Mao was reviewing documents and looked up at He Ping, "Comrade He Ping, why are you here? What's the matter?"

"I have something to ask for your help. I printed a batch of pen copybooks for our Dingtun Primary School, and I want to sell some money to improve the teaching environment of the primary school."

Director Mao suddenly said: "By the way, Lao Ding said two days ago that you asked the County Cultural Bureau to donate a lot of tables and chairs to Dingtun Primary School. Well, Comrade He Ping, you not only took root in the countryside to create literature, but also He is enthusiastic about our rural education, which really makes us parents officials feel a little ashamed."

"Director Mao, please don't say that. I did this not only for everyone, but also for myself. My children are also studying in Dingtun Primary School. The improved teaching conditions will benefit my children." He Ping modestly road.

"Okay, don't be humble." Director Mao looked at the young man in front of him, and felt that the more he looked, the better he was. He was talented, intelligent, and caring. He was a rare talent!
"Come on, tell me in detail, how did you do this?"

"That's right, I found out..." He Ping told him everything from how he discovered Principal Wang's good handwriting, to how he found Yingcheng Printing Factory, to asking friends from the county cultural center and library for help. It was said, but the matter of Liang Yuejin was hidden in it, and it was only said that it was entrusted to a friend.

Director Mao nodded frequently after listening. He was able to use the few resources in his hands to integrate resources at a young age and complete a difficult task. He was a smart man with mobility.

What is even more commendable is his pure heart, which is not for personal purposes at all, which makes Director Mao look at He Ping differently.

The more Director Mao watched, the more he felt that this young man was too good, "Have you been in touch with Chunhua recently?"

ah?He Ping was taken aback by Director Mao's sudden question, "There are a lot of things going on recently, but I didn't go to the study club."

"Work is important, but you can't let go of studying and studying. You have to combine work and rest!"

"Yes, you are right." He Ping had an ominous premonition, he felt that Director Mao looked at him in the same way that the matchmakers in the team looked at him.

After a couple of digressions, He Ping brought the subject back, "I just want you to write a note this time. I will go to the commune middle school to promote it."

Director Mao said happily: "Okay, no problem. This is a good thing, and we must support it."

After writing the note, Director Mao asked He Ping as if he had suddenly remembered: "Dingtun Primary School shouldn't be able to spend so much money to do this, right?"

He Ping had a laugh: "I can't hide anything from you. I paid for the money personally. I made an agreement with Principal Wang of Dingtun Primary School. I will recover the cost of the investment when the copybooks are sold. Although I I didn't think about making money, but I can't lose money, right? We can't let people who do good deeds contribute money and effort, right? Who will do good deeds in the future?" He Ping said with a playful smile.

Although He Ping said it as a joke, it made Director Mao fall into deep thought.

yes!Why should a good person spend money and effort to do good deeds? Is it true that doing good deeds is inherently disadvantaged?Shouldn't there be good rewards for doing good deeds?

You really deserve to be a writer. Just saying this casually is thought-provoking.

When Director Mao came back to his senses, He Ping had already left the office.

(End of this chapter)