Back to 80: My literary life

Chapter 134

Song Tangtang finally enrolled in the accounting correspondence course at Northwest University.

It's July, Xijing has entered midsummer, and the girls have already put on beautiful and colorful skirts. There seems to be a bit too much red?
  Not long ago, Teng Wenji planned to shoot "Red Dresses on the Street", which was shot on location at the Sixth National Cotton Factory where Fang Minghua's sister works.

After the tumultuous first half of 1983, Fang Minghua could finally calm down and prepare for another full-length novel - "Enter Guandong".

But there is another thing, which is to publish a book that collects the short stories and short stories I have written in the past two years.

After Fang Minghua told President Huang about this idea, President Huang expressed his support: "Xiao Fang, you don't have to worry about this matter. I'll go find President Liu of Qin Province People's Publishing House. I'm very familiar with it and let them publish it!"

Fang Minghua certainly had no objections.

Since President Huang took care of this matter personally, Fang Minghua stopped worrying and focused on writing.

The first step is to collect various materials. Fang Minghua went to the provincial library and read a large number of records about the Northeastern region during the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China with his writer's certificate to understand the social and humanistic background at that time, especially some local county annals. The records are very detailed and will not be used in the future. If you don’t need it, take a notebook and write it down first.

Of course, Fang Minghua will not forget that there is a "living role model" around him. His father is a serious Northeastern. His grandfather followed his family to travel to Guandong!

It would be a good idea to ask your dad about some anecdotes that happened to the older generation.

This morning, Fang Changhe got up early as usual, packed up the plastic bucket of fishing gear, pushed his old Feige weighted bicycle, and prepared to go fishing.

As soon as the car was pushed into the yard, he saw his son Fang Minghua wearing a straw hat and riding a bicycle from the gate. There were also fishing rods, fishing gear and small horseshoes on the car.

"Dad, I will go fishing with you today!" Fang Minghua said excitedly.

"Don't you go to work?"

"Today is Sunday."

Oh.
  Since retiring, Fang Changhe has long forgotten the day of the week.

"Xiaohua, I've never heard of you talking about fishing. Why are you so evil today?" Fang Changhe asked again.

"Let's learn. Look, I have everything ready!"

Brand new fishing rods, fishing lines, and even plastic buckets are new.

Fang Changhe glanced at it without paying attention, and rode his bicycle out of the family courtyard. Fang Minghua followed closely behind.

Going east along Changle Road, Fang Minghua glared hard a few times as he caught up with his father's car and said, "Dad, can you tell me about my grandfather's generation's journey to Guandong?"

Fang Changhe was very surprised when he heard this. His son rarely asked about things in his hometown in the northeast. What happened today?
  "Why are you asking this?"

"I want to write a novel about the older generation's "Crossing the Guandong"." Fang Minghua told the truth.

"What's there to write about?"

"In the historical records of our country, there are three large-scale immigration events, namely "Breaking through the Guandong, taking the west entrance, and going to Nanyang." Among them, the "Breaking through the Guandong" is the largest population migration. Its historical merits are immeasurable and has contributed to the prosperity of the Northeast region. Having made immeasurable contributions is certainly worth writing about!" Fang Minghua argued.

After hearing this, Fang Changhe replied calmly:

"Historical achievements? It really doesn't hurt to stand up and talk! If you can survive with land and land, who is willing to drag your family and leave your hometown?!"

This?
  Fang Minghua didn't know how to answer.

The two men were silent for a while while riding, and finally Fang Changhe spoke:
  "In the first year of Xuantong, that is, 1909, there was a severe drought in Shandong Province, and there was no harvest in the autumn. The people really couldn't survive. Your eldest great-grandfather and your second great-grandfather, two families with a total of more than ten people, old and young, came from their hometown in Jinan Set off and prepare to break into Guandong, your grandfather was only 4 years old at that time."

Fang Changhe slowly talked about that period of history.

"There was a jingle at that time, "If you want to live, go to the Northeast, where there is gold all over the place, and there is endless gold to dig out. There are mountains of gold and silver, Shengjing Mansion, and blessings are everywhere. ” ˆ ˆ “Your great-grandfather’s family begged for food along the way and did odd jobs for others. They walked for four or five months before they reached Beisipiao, Liao Province, which is our hometown. "

"On the road, I met a yellow-skinned man who was caught by an iron frame. He was a weasel. Your uncle saw that the yellow-skinned man was pitiful, so he opened the clamp for him and let him go. When the yellow-skinned man was let go, he would not go away. He stared at him with his two little eyes. Looking at your great-grandfather, your great-grandfather gave him some steamed buns with sweet potato noodles. Huangpizi ate a little, and after eating, he climbed into the basket carried by my grandfather.

"Your eldest grandfather thought to himself, there is a companion on the road, one more is not too much, one less is not enough, so let's pick him up! Just like that, this weasel followed your uncle and the others to the northeast."

"When I first arrived in Beisipiao, I was not familiar with the place, so I suffered a lot. The Northeast is a vast country like Lu Province, and it is very cold in winter. I lived in a house with ventilation from all sides, no door, and only a piece of sack. curtain."

"Your second great-grandmother was so weak that she couldn't bear the cold weather. She fell ill when she arrived in Beisipiao and died before she could survive the first winter in the Northeast. Later, your second great-grandfather got married again and found She is a widow, and her hometown is also from our Lu province. All her family members are dead, some died at home, and some died on the way to escape famine."

Fang Changhe told Fang Minghua stories about the past while riding his bike.

"Your great-grandfather told your grandpa these things, and your grandpa told them to me. I thought that no one in my generation would like to hear these trivial things, but I didn't expect you to ask me this question again." I."

Speaking of this, Fang Changhe glanced at his son and continued:

"Since you're writing, write well! Don't make those confusing plots that people can't understand! It's a stream of consciousness!"

"Dad, have you read the novel I wrote?!" Fang Minghua was greatly surprised.

Fang Changhe ignored him and continued to ride forward.

Their destination was Bahe River. Fang Changhe came to a backwater bay where he often fished and quickly got into position.

The fishing gear these days is very simple. It is a bamboo pole, tied with a fishing line worth 1 cent a meter, a fishhook worth 1 cent a meter, a float made of corn stalks, and finally a small screw nut. It's a lead pendant.

The bait is also very simple, earthworms, at most some white flour, white wine and sesame oil. Fang Minghua also sat next to him with a small maize and threw down the hook. He knew that his father didn’t like to talk when fishing, so he stopped asking any questions and concentrated on fishing. .

But dad’s chatterbox seemed to have been opened up today, and he took the initiative to talk while fishing.

"Xiaohua, I heard that a female art soldier recently took the initiative to come to the unit to find you?"

Fang Minghua knew that his parents would find out about this sooner or later, and he didn't intend to hide anything, so he briefly talked about his relationship with Song Tangtang.

Fang Changhe nodded and said, "Since you think that girl is good, then treat her well! Don't be half-hearted and tread two boats!"

"Dad, what kind of person am I?" Fang Minghua muttered dissatisfied.

"The articles written by these writers and poets nowadays are not very good, and they are full of nonsense! They use nonsense articles to deceive young girls, which is a huge disservice!"

Seeing that Fang Minghua was about to argue again, he immediately said: "I didn't tell you!"

have to.
  Fang Minghua shut up immediately.

"I heard that the girl's father is an officer in the army and her mother is a university professor?" Fang Changhe asked again.

"Yes, I don't dare to tell my mother for the time being, because I'm worried that she will nag her again about not being the right family." Fang Minghua explained.

"What a perfect match! Back then, your grandfather was a long-term worker, so why didn't you still marry your grandma? Your grandma is a lady of the family, the daughter of the boss!" Fang Changhe said.

sharp! So fierce!

Fang Minghua heard from his family about his grandfather's glorious deeds. Unfortunately, his grandfather fell ill and passed away a few years ago.

"Your grandma's father was very angry at first, but later it was all thanks to your grandpa, the son-in-law of a long-term worker." At this point, Fang Changhe smiled: "Later, your grandpa has a good background, but he helps your grandma's family a lot."

"So, who can tell clearly the blessings and misfortunes that a person has in his life?" Fang Changhe said leisurely.

(End of this chapter)