Rebirth 1979: Marrying a poor girl at the beginning

Tang Xiaofu took out a copy of Hunter's Notes from her backpack and began to read it with great interest. Suddenly, she took out two more copies and looked at Lin Zhengjun opposite her: "Zhengjun, do you want to read this?"

"It's boring! I won't watch it!"

“Grid books are all famous books!”

Tang Xiaofu found him inexplicable.

This set of books was sold out even in Yanjing, and it was the Bible in the minds of young literary people.

At this moment, Li Zhun came strolling over with a black leather bag in his hand: "Where's the general?"

"Teacher Li, it's over here!" Lin Zhengjun poked his head out.

Li Jun took out a stack of books from his briefcase, stuffed them into Lin Zhengjun's bed, and said softly, "I'll give you a few reference books, take your time to read them!"

It was like a meeting between underground party members. Lin Zhengjun waited until he left before lifting the quilt. The minister's copy of "Jin Ping Mei" was so good!

Teacher Li really pays attention to style!

Lin Zhengjun couldn't let it go, and then he reached out to Tang Xiaofu: "Give me the backpack!"

Tang Xiaofu handed it over. Lin Zhengjun stuffed the other volumes of "Jin Ping Mei" into his bag and started reading the first volume with great interest.

Tang Xiaofu saw the title of the book, glared at it with her beautiful eyes, and whispered angrily: "You are mean! You just like to read pornographic books!"

"What kind of pornographic book? This is a book that ministers read. It's art!" Lin Zhengjun was very proud.

"Humph, how can it not be pornographic? I have heard of this set of books, the unabridged version, return it to me right now!"

"Then I look at the big yellow poisonous weed that is poisoning our country's workers, peasants and soldiers with a critical eye. Criticism, do you understand?" Lin Zhengjun said with a smile.

Tang Xiaofu didn't bother to pay attention to him, she pouted and continued to concentrate on reading.

Some people were chatting, some were reading, some were discussing literature and art. It was very lively, and some were lying on the small table writing.

For example, Zhang Yigong, who has some potential to be a top writer, is currently writing "The Story of Prisoner Li Tiezhong".

After reading for a while, Lin Zhengjun looked out the window at the vast plain with worry, and whispered, "This car is going very slowly, isn't it? About 40 kilometers per hour?"

"Almost. But isn't this fast? It's a drive of more than a thousand kilometers, and we will be in Yanjing tomorrow afternoon." Li Peifu asked puzzledly.

You have never seen a high-speed train running at 200 kilometers per hour, Lin Zhengjun said with a smile: "I was just thinking that with such a slow speed, if someone robs someone, they can easily jump out of the train and escape."

"That's right, so don't carry too much cash when you go out."

Zhang Yigong smiled and said, "I have experience with this kind of thing. Keep the big money close to you and put three or five dollars in your outer pocket. If someone robs you, just pretend to be asleep and let him take the money. He will be fine as long as he gets the money. He won't kill you!"

Damn, I have so much money, there is no way I can keep it close to me! Lin Zhengjun shook his head helplessly.

"Comrades, do you want boxed lunches? Do you want boxed lunches?"

At this time, the conductor wearing a white hat came over pushing a cart.

Oh, this scene is so familiar.

Lin Zhengjun immediately smiled and said, "Beer, drinks, mineral water, peanuts, melon seeds, and eight-treasure porridge. Come on, lift your feet!"

Li Peifu laughed and said, "Is Zhengjun writing a couplet? It's very symmetrical!"

Zhang Yigong raised his head with a smile: "It's really good, but what is mineral water?"

"I'm writing a science fiction story. This is a drink from the future."

Lin Zhengjun made up a story: "Putting spring water in plastic bottles and selling them to consumers can replenish water and the minerals needed by the human body!"

Oh, this idea...

Zhang Yigong and Li Peifu were both stunned and seemed to be stunned.

"That's just bullshit."

After a moment, Li Peifu curled his lips in disdain and said, "If you want to drink mineral water, just take a bucket to the mountain to fill it. You still want people to spend money to buy it. Whoever wants to do this business will lose a lot of money, idiot!"

Lin Zhengjun: “…”

He looked at the conductor and asked, "Comrade, what's delicious?"

"Pork skin jelly, plus a portion of rice, three cents!"

"Dried shrimp and winter melon, with rice, 35 cents!"

"Braised pork, fifty cents!"

Li Peifu originally leaned his head out and looked at it curiously.

Hearing this, he retracted his head, took out a sesame seed cake from his bag, dipped it in a can of chopped pepper sauce and started to eat it, saying, "Oh, it doesn't look very delicious!"

Lin Zhengjun wanted to laugh. Why are you drooling if it doesn’t taste good?

At this time.

Li Jun, who was at the other end of the carriage, came over and said, "Hey, why is it so expensive? Don't complain. We are poor but rich on the road. The Federation of Literary and Art Circles approved the funding to ensure that everyone has enough to eat. Please feel free to take and eat. I'll pay later!"

"Give me some braised pork!"

Li Peifu immediately picked up a box lunch and showed it off.

Lin Zhengjun and Zhang Yigong understood each other tacitly and each took a box of braised pork and rice.

Tang Xiaofu ordered a rice bowl with dried shrimp and winter melon.

Seeing Lin Zhengjun eating the braised pork lunch box like him, Zhang Yigong grinned and said, "Great minds think alike."

Lin Zhengjun laughed and said, "It should be a tacit understanding among foodies."

Li Peifu's thin face showed a thoughtful expression, and he said: "It's strange, the word 'foodie' seems very difficult to pronounce at first, but the more I hear it, the more interesting it becomes!"

Zhang Yigong also laughed and said, "Yes, very expressive, Zhengjun is really good, he speaks eloquently!"

“Water is coming!”

There was a sudden commotion in the carriage and the conductor brought water.

Everyone took out their water cups or rice bowls, or simply poured water into the lunch boxes where everyone had eaten up all the food. A little bit of oil immediately appeared on the surface of the water. This was a soup!

At the connection between the carriage and the hard seat carriage, there were a few middle-aged men with gloomy faces, smoking and looking at everyone.

"All of them are old men and old ladies, wearing glasses, clean and white, intellectuals, well-dressed, wearing Dacron and watches, and rich!"

"I think so. These days, intellectuals are the easiest to bully!"

"Look at what you said. When have intellectuals ever been easy to bully? During those ten years, I often beat them up like dogs. No one dared to fight back."

"They are worse than dogs. Even dogs will bark when they are beaten, but they can only write blood oaths to express their loyalty. They don't even have the courage to make a sound!"

"Then when will we do it?"

"Wait until the middle of the night, block the connection between the front and rear carriages with knives, and a few people will use the money to make watches. When they are done, they will jump out of the car and leave!"

……

Everyone didn't realize that they had been treated as fat sheep and were being targeted by robbers. After eating and drinking, the artists started to get excited.

With so many people gathered together, including those involved in literature, music, folk art, film, and painting, how can it be peaceful?

Chang Xiangyu came out, walked into the aisle, and said with a loud laugh: "Comrades, artists, the journey is long. I suggest that we hold a small art performance. First, it will be lively and everyone can get to know each other; second, it will celebrate the successful convening of the Fourth National Congress of Literature and Art and the arrival of the spring of literature and art!"

Lin Zhengjun immediately started to make a noise: "Teacher Chang, come first!"

Zhang Yigong also shouted, "Yes, yes, yes, I love listening to Teacher Chang sing opera. I used to listen to it on the radio, and this time I finally heard it live!"

Chang Xiangyu smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I am an opera singer, it's not that difficult, as long as you want to listen, I can sing for you all the way!"

"Let's start with an excerpt from Chaoyanggou!"

"it is good!"

Everybody cheered and clapped their hands loudly.

Chang Xiangyu suddenly looked at Lin Zhengjun and Zhang Yigong and said with a smile: "However, you writers' group can't fall behind, you two must perform a show!"

"No problem!" Zhang Yigong nodded with a smile.

When he was in middle school, he was an active participant in the arts and literature. He acted in dramas, sang songs, and participated in a waist drum troupe.

Lin Zhengjun deliberately said coyly: "Teacher Chang, I am tone-deaf and can't sing, please let me go!"

Business owners in his era would definitely go to KTV to sing a song to celebrate as long as the project payment arrived. Also, if they wanted to get various projects done, they would also go to entertainment venues for socializing. Most of the bosses could sing and they were all microphone masters.

Lin Zhengjun has a wide range of interests. He has not only learned to sing, but also practiced guitar and other musical instruments. He can't say that he is very proficient in them, but at least he can perform well.