Rebirth 1979: Marrying a poor girl at the beginning

First, they inspired me to write this story, and now that the novel is finished, I can finally have an explanation.

Secondly, they are opera performing artists who can keep a close eye on the performance to avoid common sense mistakes that would make one laugh.

As a result, Chang Xiangyu and Sun Yumin were both deeply moved after watching it.

"This novel reminds me of many teachers. We held on, but they didn't..."

"Not so bad. In the opera world alone, there are Zhou Xinfang, Gai Jiaotian, Yan Fengying, Yan Huizhu, not to mention the folk art world!"

"Who said it wasn't? What a pity!"

Lin Zhengjun said: "Teachers, please take a look at this novel. Are there any common sense errors? After all, I am an outsider to opera. I was not born during the Republic of China and the early years of liberation..."

"There is nothing wrong with it. This novel is so authentic. Look at how realistic the Tianqiao Theater before the Republic of China is. It's as if it were right in front of us!"

Sun Yumin read the novel manuscript while holding it up, "The Peking Opera is also written professionally. Take a look at this part, when Dieyi sings 'Si Fan', 'He holds his orchid hands, with flowers around his wrists, and walks gently on the round platform beside the well in the yard, step by step, step by step...' Oh, it's written so realistically, so vividly. The author must be an old fan of Peking Opera. When writing about opera, he writes with great care and without any shyness!"

Everyone says that Lin Zhengjun wrote the opera part very well.

Seeing their reaction, Lin Zhengjun was no longer worried.

I handed the manuscript of the novel directly to Liu Xinwu, planning to publish it in the last issue of October this year, which could be regarded as repaying the favor he had done me in the People's Daily.

But Liu Xinwu was still grateful to him, and said with a smile: "Zhengjun, thank you very much. With your manuscript, the last issue of October this year will be worthy of everyone's support and can challenge People's Literature."

Lin Zhengjun smiled and said, "If you really want to thank me, I do have something to ask you for help."

"You said, as long as I can help, I will definitely not hesitate." Liu Xinwu patted his chest and said.

"I want to buy a courtyard house in Beijing." Lin Zhengjun said.

If I come back to life and don’t buy a courtyard house, it would be a wasted trip.

The appreciation potential of Siheyuan is huge. In the future, Siheyuan houses in the second and third ring roads will basically be worth tens of millions or even hundreds of millions, and the compensation for demolition may be even more.

Of course, Lin Zhengjun was not considering demolition and appreciation, but he simply liked the siheyuan house.

These outdoor living spaces are like a large open-air living room, bringing the heaven and earth closer to people's hearts, creating a wonderful feeling of harmony between man and nature.

In his previous life, after he became rich, he also wanted to buy a courtyard house in Yanjing, but the price was too expensive at that time, far exceeding its intrinsic value.

Besides, he was alone, without a wife or children. Living in such a big yard didn't seem lively at all, but rather seemed lonely and desolate.

But things are different in this world.

He already has Tang Xiaofu, and he will have a few more children in the future. He will decorate the courtyard, add a ceiling, a fish tank, a pomegranate tree, a fur coat, a pipe and an old fat dog. He will squat under the pomegranate tree every day, hug the children, roll walnuts, play with the cat and walk the dog. He looks like a king in white, and is truly the greatest joy in the world.

The reason why Lin Zhengjun looked for Liu Xinwu was that Liu Xinwu was a rising star in the Yenching literary circle and had a wide range of social connections, even more complex than Wang Meng's.

"Fuck, you're really rich." Liu Xinwu was envious: "The house I live in is only ten square meters, and you want to buy a courtyard house."

Currently, a room in a siheyuan costs about 500 yuan. A siheyuan has or rooms, which costs about to yuan.

Looking around the city, there aren't many people who can afford it.

But Lin Zhengjun can do it. Not to mention his side business, he can earn enough money just by writing scripts and novels.

"Stop talking nonsense, can you help me find it?" Lin Zhengjun asked.

"it should be OK."

Liu Xinwu said: "Many old artists bought courtyard houses before the founding of the People's Republic of China. They were confiscated during the past ten years. Now they have been returned to them, but it is hard to say for sure. I have to help you find them and ask for them."

"I'm not in a hurry either. After all, I estimate that I won't come here to live until after the college entrance examination next year." Lin Zhengjun said with a smile.

"That's fine."

"But if you find a suitable one, let me know immediately and I will buy it right away. The decoration will take time as well." Lin Zhengjun said.

"understand!"

……

The next morning, Lin Zhengjun attended two literary congress activities, and in the afternoon he went to the Beijing Film Studio to teach Zhou Yangguang and Liang Xiaosheng how to write scripts.

Oh, speaking of these two, their creative passion is really high, they are simply liver emperors. Lin Zhengjun's good cows write almost 10,000 words a day, comparable to the tentacle monsters in later generations.

The story outline given by Lin Zhengjun was already very good. It had all the characters, all the stories, and all the conflicts. It was like the frame of a house had been built, and it was time to lay bricks inside. Isn't that possible?

In addition, both of them are professionally trained. Zhou Yangguang studied drama literature, and Liang Xiaosheng has often revised scripts and written novels in recent years, so it is not difficult at all, and at least they can present a wonderful story.

"When Tianbao and Junbao left Shaolin, they set up stalls on the street to perform and get beaten for money. They couldn't just use the golden bell and iron cloth shirt to withstand it. It wouldn't be a good look, and there would be no twists and turns."

"How do we change it?" Zhou Yangguang asked.

"Tianbao had to pretend to be in pain, so Junbao asked, why is it painful? Tianbao said, if you don't pretend to be in pain, how can he be satisfied, how can he continue to beat us and give us money?"

"Great! Now the personalities of Tianbao and Junbao come out."

"At this time, the lackeys of the eunuch Liu Jin came out and stepped on their money, saying, 'Pay your taxes, personal income tax 100 coins, land management fee 150 coins, entertainment fee 200 coins.' And if others wanted to run, they would shout, 'The people from the Patrol and Street Cleaning Division are here, run!'"

"I have two questions. Is there such an institution? Did the Ming Dynasty have these taxes?"

"A martial arts film is not a historical film, so of course fiction is allowed. Even historical films and historical novels are allowed to be fictional!"

"understood!"

Lin Zhengjun made fine adjustments to some outstanding details to achieve the finishing touch.

In just three days, they wrote half of their respective scripts, and the degree of completion was very high, so Lin Zhengjun basically did not need to make extensive revisions.

Lin Zhengjun was also very happy. The Great Wall Company hadn't paid him for his articles yet, but Lin Zhengjun gave each of them 600 yuan in royalties, which made the two guys so happy that they were snotty.

As for Tang Xiaofu's script of "The Shepherd", Lin Zhengjun didn't have to worry about it at all. Many parts were even more exciting than he expected.

That morning, a 212 jeep stopped in front of the gate of Beijing Film Studio.

He Sheng jumped out of the car, followed by a middle-aged couple who came to the door and showed their work IDs: "I heard that Comrade Lin Zhengjun is here? Is that true?"

"What do you want with him?"

When the guard saw the police car, he couldn't help but wonder if Lin Zhengjun had done anything wrong.

The captain of the Haidian District Criminal Police Team, if it wasn't a serious crime, would he come in person?

Seeing the guard's nervous look, He Sheng smiled and said, "Don't think too much. He helped me solve a case. Oh, no, he helped me solve three cases. I came here to talk to him about the situation. In addition, the victim's family also wanted to come over to express their gratitude."

"Oh, so that's it. I'll notify the factory director, Comrade Wang Yang." The guard was amazed, let him in immediately, and then called the factory director's office.