Rebirth 1979: Marrying a poor girl at the beginning

These days, it is an open secret to use connections to get things done through the back door. Some are blatant, while others are a little more covert!

Many people subconsciously think that the black market is a spontaneously formed private market.

But that’s not the case at all.

Whenever there is a black market, there must be people within the system involved to varying degrees. The fundamental reason for its emergence is that the unified purchase and marketing system distorts the market price of goods!

The officials should find out!

Unexpectedly, after Lin Zhengjun drank several glasses of wine, everyone's mood was infected, the atmosphere of the banquet became lively, and they drank for a while before dispersing!

"Zhengjun, you are going to Yanjing to attend the Writers' Congress soon, right?" When the meeting was over, Bai Zhiyuan pulled Lin Zhengjun aside and asked.

"Yes, the Writers' Congress will be held at the end of the month. I estimate that Xiaofu and I will leave for Yanjing the day after tomorrow. We plan to get married next month, and I will come to propose marriage." Lin Zhengjun said.

"Congratulations, these two things happened by chance, double happiness, your marriage proposal is a sure thing, Tang Xiaofu's relatives will definitely regard you as a perfect son-in-law!"

Bai Zhiyuan smiled with joy on his face.

Then, with a look of envy on his face, he sighed sincerely: "In ancient times, participating in the National Congress of Literature and Art would be like going to Beijing to see the emperor. It would be written into the family tree!"

Ordinary people may not know the weight of the three words "Literary Congress", but as a person in the system, Bai Zhiyuan knows it very well.

The National Congress of Literary and Art Workers, also known as the National Congress of Literary and Art Workers, was first held in 1949, the second in 1953, and the third in 1960.

This is the fourth National Congress of Writers and Artists, which will open on October 10th.

Every National Congress of Literature and Art is attended by senior leaders, and the country attaches great importance to it. This time, it is said that Mr. Deng will also give a speech!

It is such an honor for Lin Zhengjun to meet Mr. Deng at such a young age!

"Well, to be honest with you, I'm actually not qualified. I can only say that the country's literary and artistic policies are good and they care about and love young writers!" Lin Zhengjun was looking forward to feeling honored, but also felt a little guilty.

This was the first National Congress of Writers and Artists after the change of direction. Historically, more than 3,000 delegates participated.

Let’s not talk about those who work in the film, art, and music fields for now, but talk about the representatives from the literary world.

Mao Dun, Ba Jin, Xia Yan, Ye Shengtao, Wang Meng... They are all big names, and many of their works have appeared in primary and secondary school textbooks.

Lin Zhengjun has only published one poem and one novel. He feels that his works are not substantial enough and that he is not qualified enough!

Of course, compared with literary newcomers such as Liu Xinwu, Feng Jicai and Jia Pingwa, I am still mediocre. These young people are still tinkering with short stories and have never published a novella!

In November, People's Literature will publish Under the Hawthorn Tree, which has 11 words, making it a medium-length novel, or even a long novel!

Fortunately, Tang Xiaofu has a quick hand and her literary ideas are flowing like a tide. Who can compete with her? Otherwise, I would not be able to keep up and would be embarrassed to participate in this literary congress.

"Don't be so modest. Although you have little experience, your works are of high quality and are published quickly. If you publish one work a month, you can definitely catch up with the others!"

Bai Zhiyuan encouraged him a few times and then asked, "Zhengjun, when you leave, be sure to come to the county government to find me. I will personally take you to the train station and get you two sleeper tickets, as well as national food coupons!"

These days, train capacity is insufficient and sleeper tickets are hard to buy. Only cadres of a certain level are eligible to purchase them. You can't buy them just by having money.

National food coupons are also very important because local food coupons can only be used locally and are not recognized outside the area, so you cannot buy food with money.

In fact, Bai Zhiyuan was worrying too much about this. The National Congress of Writers and Artists was of a very high standard and was held at the Beijing West Hotel, so the reception was naturally comprehensive.

Not only are there rich meals, fruits and tea prepared for the participants, but there are also many high-end cigarettes and alcohols, including Moutai, Wuliangye, Jiannanchun, Zhonghua and Mudan!

Moreover, each representative will be issued an astonishing amount of national food coupons and allowances, which is equivalent to one or two months' salary for workers and cadres!

It can be seen how much importance the top leaders attached to literary and artistic work at this time!

"I feel embarrassed to bother you..." Lin Zhengjun said with a smile.

"No, no, no, this is not my personal opinion, but the unanimous opinion of the county leadership team,"

Bai Zhiyuan smiled and said, "We have a literary star in Huaibian County. He is our pride. If you go out hungry and cold, it will be a disgrace to Huaibian County and even Huanghuai City!"

"Okay, then thank you all!" Lin Zhengjun could only decline.

"That's right, Xiao Liu, come here and send the regular army back to the Hewan Brigade first!"

Bai Zhiyuan waved to the driver, then personally opened the door of the car for Lin Zhengjun, making Lin Zhengjun feel embarrassed.

When they reached the riverbank, Lin Zhengjun got out of the car and asked the driver to go back, as there were still so many cadres to be escorted.

I saw that all three tractors and water pumps in Hewan were in use. The Hewan Brigade only had one water pump and one tractor, and the others were coordinated from the commune's agricultural machinery station.

The tractor was rumbling with black smoke, and water was pouring from the pipe into the dry land, nourishing the wilted wheat seedlings.

The wheat seedlings that had been watered seemed to have a hint of green and were gradually regaining vitality!

In addition to the water pumps, both the members and the educated youth participated in the drought-fighting and irrigating the fields, and they worked very hard!

Adults used shoulder poles and buckets to carry water from the river bend to the fields, teenagers used washbasins, and even little kids used large bowls to scoop water and carry it to the fields.

No one would cheat at this time, and everyone's enthusiasm for production was extremely high. After all, if the wheat seedlings died of drought, everyone would starve next year.

Lin Zhengjun saw Tang Xiaofu carrying two half buckets of water and walking on the ridge of the field. She was walking slowly and staggeringly, like a penguin, and looked very clumsy.

Her shoulders were so delicate and tender that she grimaced in pain even when she held a towel to support them.

However, she is so beautiful that she can be described as a beauty from every angle. Even when she grins, she looks beautiful.

In fact, carrying water requires certain skills. You cannot take big steps. Once you take big steps, the bucket will swing back and forth, and you may hit your heel or face bone.

For example, you should pay attention to the coordination of your steps with the rhythm of the sinking and rebounding of the carrying pole.

When the bucket is sinking with the shoulder pole pressed down, if you lift your legs and take a step and raise your shoulders, you will feel the pressure doubled, and it may even crush you to the ground.

Unfortunately, Tang Xiaofu didn’t understand any of this.

Lin Zhengjun hurried down the river bank, took the carrying pole, and said unhappily, "You can just stay at home and write scripts. Who told you to work in the fields? What if you get too tired?"

"Although we have money, we don't need me to earn work points."

Tang Xiaofu said aggrievedly: "But everyone has gone to the fields to fight the drought, even children have come, I can't fall too far behind!"

"You should just use a basin to carry water. It's not as fast as someone using a basin to carry water!"

Lin Zhengjun gave a bad review, which made Tang Xiaofu very frustrated.

"I have tried hard to learn farm work, but I just can't do it well. I've even been knocked down by a carrying pole before. It's much harder than writing a novel!" Tang Xiaofu muttered softly.