1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 502 A Real Literati

After Laba, the taste of the New Year is getting stronger and stronger.

From spring to autumn, due to the country's liberalization of commodity prices, everyone robbed for more than half a year. The money in the family passbook was robbed, and the surplus was supplies that could not be used up in a year or two.

At the end of the new year, it is not as willing to spend money to buy new year's goods as in previous years.

Lin Weimin and Tao Huimin took their things and went to Mr. Wan's house again. They hadn't seen Lin Weimin for a long time, and Mr. Wan was very happy to see him.

"You've been in the limelight recently!" Mr. Wan said.

"This should be a side effect of my good deeds."

After sitting down and talking for a while, Lin Weimin told Mr. Wan and his wife that they planned to get married in the next year, and they were both happy when they heard it.

Li Yuru got up and went to the room and took out a jade bracelet to give to Tao Huimin, "I'm getting old, and I won't need these jewelry. Xiao Tao is going to be a bride soon, so take it as a dowry, take it!"

The jade bracelet was worth a lot at first glance, Tao Huimin waved her hand, embarrassed.

"Master, what's the matter?"

Tao Huimin refused to accept it, and Mr. Wan said from the side: "Take it, take it as a wedding gift for you, it's not expensive."

Seeing what Mr. Wan said, Lin Weimin asked Tao Huimin to accept the jade bracelet.

Mr. Wan looked at Lin Weimin and Tao Huimin sitting together, with a smile on his face, "We are finally getting married, you should cherish your good years, and hurry up to have a child."

Lin Weimin smiled wryly, "Why are you giving birth too?"

"After this year, you will be thirty. Although the country emphasizes late marriage and preferential childbearing, it should not be too late. This age is just right."

Lin Weimin nodded helplessly. Old people seem to like to urge marriage and give birth the most when they are old. Now that the marriage is about to be married, the only thing left is to give birth.

Two days later, Lin Weimin, who was at work, received a call from Cheng Zhongshi.

"Hey, old Cheng, why are you thinking of calling me? Could it be that you want to pay New Year's greetings in advance?" Lin Weimin joked.

Cheng Zhongshi was not very good at joking, so he laughed a few times and told Lin Weimin the good news.

"The novel is finished!"

"Finished?" Lin Weimin's voice was full of joy.

He followed up and asked: "Is it really finished? When can it be mailed? No, no, no, it can't be mailed. I'll send someone to pick it up. Just wait over there..."

Cheng Zhongshi interrupted Lin Weimin's excitement and said, "It's just a first draft, and it needs to be revised."

"Come to Yanjing to modify, and everyone communicates together, the efficiency can be much faster, and there are subsidies."

Lin Weimin's warm invitation was declined by Cheng Zhongshi, "I can write smoothly in this old house of mine. Without this environment, I'm afraid I can't write anything." Cheng Zhongshi explained to Lin Weimin in this way.

After thinking about it, Lin Weimin understood that many writers are very dependent on the environment when creating, especially writers like Cheng Zhongshi who have been rooted in the countryside for decades.

"Then you can edit the manuscript in your hometown with peace of mind. Don't worry. If you need anything, just call or write to me. If you can't find me, the same goes for other people in the editorial department."

Lin Weimin gave some instructions, and then asked worriedly: "Are you still financially well off?"

Cheng Zhongshi hurriedly said: "Ample and ample, I haven't used half of the manuscript fee I paid in advance last time, it's enough."

Speaking of this incident, Cheng Zhongshi felt extremely grateful.

Recently he heard about Lin Weimin's feat of donating tens of millions. It would be a lie in his heart to say that he is not envious, but more of his admiration for Lin Weimin.

This is the real literati!

After chatting for a long time, Lin Weimin hung up the phone, found He Qizhi excitedly, and told him to keep in touch with Cheng Zhongshi by letter frequently to communicate the progress of the creation of the work.

Most importantly, don't let other publications get in the way.

Cheng Zhongshi's novel "Contemporary" has been kept for several years, if someone intercepts it halfway, it will be a joke.

Although the relationship with Cheng Zhongshi is very good, and the manuscript fee is supported, but these days some editors do everything to collect manuscripts, so they have to guard against it.

He usually had a lot of things to do, and he was afraid that he would overlook this matter, so he specially told He Qizhi.

He Qizhi also knew how much Lin Weimin attached importance to Cheng Zhongshi's novel, so he solemnly agreed.

On the seventeenth day of the twelfth lunar month, Ma Yuan, who hadn't seen him for a long time, appeared in the editorial department of "Contemporary".

His child was born last year, and the environment in the snow area is difficult. For the sake of the child, Ma Yuan and his wife decided to transfer their work back to their hometown of Liaodong.

Earlier this year, his wife and children had already returned to Liaodong, but Ma Yuanzhi delayed the job transfer and all trivial matters until now.

Ma Yuan works as a reporter in the snow area. He has not written full-time in these years. In order to transfer back to Liaodong this time, he embarked on the road of a professional writer and became a full-time writer.

"So, you will live in Liaodong from now on?" Lin Weimin asked.

"Almost, after all, there are children."

Lin Weimin didn't take Ma Yuan's words seriously. He was born to be troubled, and he was not a master who could settle down easily.

After chatting in the editorial department for two hours, Ma Yuan proposed to visit Shi Tiesheng.

Lin Weimin got off work an hour early and drove him to the Shichahai courtyard.

Passing by a store selling goods on the side of the road, Ma Yuan asked Lin Weimin to stop for a while, and he got out of the car to buy a roast chicken.

"You can't come to the door empty-handed!"

The car stopped at the gate of the courtyard on Baimixie Street.

"Tiesheng! Tiesheng!"

Lin Weimin called Shi Tiesheng out the door, "Look who's here?"

Shi Tiesheng was a little surprised to see Ma Yuan, and more surprised.

They got acquainted at the PEN Club of "Contemporary", but unfortunately they were on their own side and rarely had the opportunity to meet each other.

Shi Tiesheng enthusiastically invited Ma Yuan into the room, saw that his clothes were thin, and asked with a smile, "Aren't you afraid of the cold?"

"People from the Northeast, how can you be afraid of the cold?"

Ma Yuan patted his chest, feeling that even if he was put naked in the North Pole, he would still dare to speak boldly.

Shi Tiesheng looked at Lin Weimin with a mocking face, "Weimin may be a fake Northeasterner!"

Lin Weimin said: "People in the Northeast are more afraid of the cold, and animals that have experienced cold tend to heat up. It's like those southerners who ran to the north to see the snow, yelled, and were very happy, but only us in the north know How troublesome it is when it snows."

A few people were talking, Cheng Ximi went out to buy vegetables, Lin Weimin and Ma Yuan came to the door today, they must cook two more vegetables at home.

Due to several large-scale panic buying this year, Yanjing started to implement the vegetable basket project in order to alleviate the inconvenience of ordinary people in purchasing daily necessities. Shopping for vegetables is much more convenient than before.

After Cheng Ximi went out, several people were chatting in the room. Ma Yuan had worked in the snow area for many years, and only showed up occasionally. Naturally, he was most concerned about the recent situation of his friends.

Ma Yuan was originally promoted by Lin Weimin with the "Pioneering Novel Special Account", and people like Mo Yan and Yu Hua who followed him are doing well now.

When it comes to Mo Yan, Ma Yuan is even more envious. He has been working for many years, but he has been receiving subsidies for the past few years to go to school. won the Golden Bear at the Berlin Film Festival.

Ma Yuan lamented that among their generation of writers, Mo Yan's development has become more and more unique.

"Moyan's achievements now are made through a little bit of grinding. You are a quick temper." Lin Weimin said.

Ma Yuan didn't refute his words. Lin Weimin was the editor who first discovered him. He knew his character very well, and he didn't say anything wrong. Ma Yuan himself knew his own problems.

He likes Hawthorne's "The Scarlet Letter", Mark Twain's "The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn", and Alexandre Dumas' "The Three Musketeers".

These writers and their works are all distinctive and distinctive, which are quite similar to his personality.

Ma Yuan brought the topic back to the donations and the Hope Primary School that had been hyped up some time ago, and he was full of envy for Lin Weimin's extravagant spending.

The reform and opening up has entered the tenth year. The rapid economic development and the constant changes in society have made people more sensitive to money, and so is the circle of writers.

Shi Tiesheng asked, "When will the primary school be built?"

"Already selecting places. People from the foundation have now gone to Gansu and Ningxia, where the first batch of 10 primary schools will be built. After the construction of this batch of primary schools starts, the second batch will be built immediately."

"I see that your foundation raises tens of millions of donations. It should be able to build thousands of elementary schools, right?"

Lin Weimin shook his head and said, "It's unlikely. The construction conditions of primary schools in different places are different, and the construction requirements and costs are naturally also different. Most of them should be between [-] and [-]. The purchase of office equipment, desks and benches is also the same. It is also a cost. The most important thing is that we plan to provide lunch for the students, which is a very expensive part, and the current donations can probably build [-] to [-] elementary schools and maintain them.”

"Is there still food?"

Ma Yuan was busy with trivial matters and traveling these days, and did not pay attention to the follow-up reports on the Hope Project in the newspaper. He was surprised to hear that the Hope Primary School was still providing meals.

"That's right. The location of our school is not ordinary poverty. Many families can't even solve their food and clothing. Providing a lunch for their children can not only greatly reduce the burden on the family, but also give parents the motivation to send their children. Go to school." Lin Weimin explained.

Hearing this, Shi Tiesheng nodded and said, "I've read the newspaper reports, you are right to do this, it is a matter of practical significance!"

Ma Yuan said, "I'm afraid that there will be big rats."

"You can't give up eating because of choking, right?" Lin Weimin asked rhetorically.

The two were silent.

An internet celebrity economist in later generations once put forward a shocking argument, saying that "low-rent housing cannot be equipped with a bathroom."

It was unbelievable to hear at first, but after thinking about it in reverse, everyone was silent.

If the low-rent housing is really equipped with an independent bathroom, and the basic living facilities are all there, will it be the turn of the real poor to live there?

Human nature is selfish and greedy. Without systems and laws to regulate, the interests of vulnerable groups cannot be guaranteed.

At the end of Lin Weimin's speech, he sighed slightly: "What we can do is to supervise as well as possible, and we can't give up such a meaningful thing just because of the possible negative impact of this matter."

Shi Tiesheng agreed: "It's good for the people. How can you be afraid of trouble if you want to do something? The more difficulties there are, the greater the benefits."

Several people were talking, Cheng Ximi came back from buying vegetables, Lin Weimin and Ma Yuan went to help cook, Shi Tiesheng was rocking a wheelchair, everyone was cooking while chatting, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

(End of this chapter)