Rebirth 1979: Marrying a poor girl at the beginning

Everyone was in high spirits. Some read their own poems, while others read poems written by other writers from literary magazines. Then it was Zhao Xueruo's turn. She patted her chest and said, "I wrote a short poem a while ago. Please appreciate it!"

As she spoke, she took out a small notebook and read aloud:

"The educated youth go to the countryside to climb the peak and make contributions. They have thousands of books in their hearts! Gather talents, make contributions, and realize their grand ambitions!"

"This poem is well written and can be published."

"At least it's at the level of Today!" Everyone applauded.

"Today" is an underground poetry magazine created by Zhao Zhenkai, Mang Ke and others in Yenching. In the second half of 78, it created a poetry whirlwind in the Yenching literary circle and was deeply loved by readers.

Everyone gave it high praise, but Lin Zhengjun felt it was hard to put into words.

This poem is so fake and full of empty words and clichés. It's not even as good as what I've seen written by middle school students in later generations. Isn't this just doggerel?

Seeing that Lin Zhengjun didn't applaud, Zhao Xueruo was immediately dissatisfied: "Lin Zhengjun, what do you mean? You are not convinced, why don't you write a poem too!"

Lin Zhengjun waved his hands and smiled, "I'm convinced, I'm convinced, you write very well, I can make hemp candy, but I can't write poetry!"

Zhao Xueruo said angrily, "Humph! You just don't like the poems I wrote. No, you must write one on the spot, otherwise, you will be fined a glass of wine!"

"Zhengjun also went to high school for two years. He's an educated man!"

"Yes, yes, yes, write a shocking song to let Zhao Xueruo know how powerful you are!" The other educated youth also joined in the cheering.

In fact, many male educated youth liked Tang Xiaofu, but they did not have the courage to pursue her.

Firstly, Tang Xiaofu was quite cold and distant at first and was afraid of being rejected; secondly, she was unwilling to take policy risks and was worried about being implicated.

But when they saw that Lin Zhengjun got the beauty, these people felt unbalanced and started to feel jealous.

"Why, do you want to embarrass our Zhengjun?"

Tang Xiaofu smiled proudly and said, "I tell you, no way! Lin Zhengjun is very good at writing, and he speaks eloquently!"

After hearing this, the crowd became even more excited.

Lin Zhengjun laughed and said, "In that case, I will show off my ugliness!"

Xiao Wenhua lay on the table and grinned foolishly: "To show one's ugliness is a humble expression, don't read it out loud or it will become a show of ugliness!"

Snapped!

Tang Xiaofu slapped him on the head and said, "You are such a conscienceless person! The wine you drink and the meat you eat are all bought by Zhengjun!"

“The poem is called ‘A Generation’.”

Lin Zhengjun cleared his throat and said, "It's a short poem, very short, with only one sentence - the night gave me black eyes, but I use them to look for light!"

Swish!

The whole place fell silent.

The laughter and playfulness stopped abruptly, and everyone was stunned, completely stunned by the poem.

"Great! This poem is so well written!"

Xiao Wenhua suddenly sat up straight, his eyes bright, and he was no longer sleepy.

"Good! It's really well written!"

Zhao Xueruo's eyes instantly filled with tears: "This poem summarizes the psychological process of a generation, expressing the denial of darkness and the yearning and pursuit of light."

"Short and powerful, this poem proves that poetry is the essence of art! Zhengjun, your poem really touched my heart!"

Tang Xiaofu savored the deep meaning of the poem and felt a strong emotional resonance. She stared at Lin Zhengjun in a daze. For a moment, she was actually infatuated.

Lin Zhengjun smiled awkwardly.

This poem was plagiarized from Gu Cheng. If he were asked to write it himself, he wouldn't have the ability to do so.

"Zhengjun, you should do some literary creation. Making hemp candy is a waste of your talent!"

"Yes! Once this poem is published, it will definitely cause a sensation in the literary world." Everyone was discussing it.

Lin Zhengjun waved his hand and said with a smile: "I am not very interested in literature. Can poetry and novels be used to make a living?"

"Why not!"

Zhao Xueruo slammed the table and said excitedly: "In 1977, the Notice on the Method of Remuneration and Subsidy for Authors was issued. The remuneration for manuscripts was set at 2 to 7 yuan per thousand words, and the remuneration for translations was set at 1 to 5 yuan per thousand words."

"I get 30 yuan for publishing a -word novel, which is equivalent to a worker's monthly salary!"

This is a good way to make money! Lin Zhengjun's heart was moved.

In the 80s, when everyone was a literary youth, it was an era when groups of three or five would sit together and chat about literature all night long.

A pure literature magazine can easily have a circulation of hundreds of thousands or even millions of copies.

A hazy poem as long as a rabbit's tail can make you famous all over the country and known by everyone, even more famous than the top stars.

Engaging in literature can make you money and become famous, gaining both fame and fortune!

In his previous life, after Lin Zhengjun rose to power, although he had billions of wealth, he never approached women because he felt guilty about Tang Xiaofu. He even stayed away from entertainment venues and was known as a cold-faced boss.

In addition to studying economic laws and business management methods, he likes to read novels and watch movies in his spare time, and he has a lot of stories in his head.

The most important thing is that he later founded a magazine and invested in the film and television industry, and his film and television company ranked among the top ten in the industry!

In order to avoid investment mistakes, he studied the development of literature and film in the new era, and even reviewed manuscripts and scripts himself. He can be said to be an expert in novel and script writing!

Tang Xiaofu held Lin Zhengjun's hand tightly and said excitedly: "Zhengjun, this poem is so well written, it shouldn't be buried. I will submit it for you!"

"As long as you are happy, but it's better to use a pen name, hehe!"

"Cheers to our 'generation'!" Zhao Xueruo looked at Lin Zhengjun with admiration and raised her glass again.

"cheers!"

"For we are in the darkness but our hearts are toward the light! Cheers!"

Everyone raised their glasses, and the educated youth site was filled with laughter.

The drinking party lasted until ten o'clock in the evening, and all the bottles of white wine that Lin Zhengjun bought were drunk.

After helping to wash the dishes, Lin Zhengjun got on his bicycle and staggered towards home.

"You will guard the Youth League site tonight! I will reward you with meat bones tomorrow!"

Heijin wanted to go home with him, but Lin Zhengjun kicked him back.

What Lin Zhengjun didn't know was that when he walked out of the educated youth site, the two dark shadows followed him stealthily again.

"I will send you away, thousands of miles away, you will be silent and black and white..."

On the pitch-dark village road, Lin Zhengjun hummed a little tune all the way and was in a good mood.

This time, I participated in the gathering of educated youths and gained a lot. I unexpectedly found a new way to make money, and gain both fame and fortune - plagiarism.

Lin Zhengjun secretly made up his mind to make more money, complete the original capital accumulation ahead of time, and also win the appreciation of the elders of the Tang family.

After all, the Tang family is a red capitalist family, and my grandmother's side is a scholarly family. They would not be interested in a country bumpkin.

In addition, after tonight, Zhao Xueruo will be able to return to the city safely. It seems that due to Zhao Xueruo's strict precautions, the tragedy of her previous life finally did not happen again!

Lin Zhengjun was clear-headed and in a good mood. He rode his bicycle slowly towards home.

"Wow!"

At this moment, a bald middle-aged man on a bicycle sped past him from behind and rushed towards the river bank.

"Stop! Stop!"

Then, a thin, long-faced young man ran over, pointed at the bicycle and shouted breathlessly: "Comrade, there's a thief. He stole three chickens from my house!"

"Damn it, bro, I hate chicken thieves the most!"

Lin Zhengjun sobered up immediately and started pedaling frantically, chasing after the bicycle at lightning speed.

Nowadays, the hen is the "chicken butt bank" for the family to buy daily necessities.

Lin Zhengjun’s family had their chickens stolen before, and Zhang Shuqin was so upset that she cried for three days. Putting herself in Comrade Lin Zhengjun’s shoes, Zhang Shuqin felt that she couldn’t just ignore it.

"Brother, take me with you!"

The thin-faced young man quickly caught up and jumped onto the back seat of Lin Zhengjun's bicycle.

The bicycle reached the riverbank. The bald middle-aged man seemed exhausted. Seeing the distance getting closer and closer, Lin Zhengjun yelled, "Sun thief, don't stop! I want to see where you can run!"

Suddenly, a rope was put around Lin Zhengjun's neck from behind and tightened suddenly.

"Fuck! A trap!"

Lin Zhengjun was strangled so much that his eyes widened and he had difficulty breathing. He fell to the ground with his bike.

"Let go, let go!"

Lin Zhengjun's tongue was stuck out due to being strangled, and his eyes were bloodshot.

His instinctive desire to survive made him struggle frantically. He scratched the eyes of the thin face behind him and clenched his fists to hit his head wildly.

"Come and help, knock him out!"

His thin and long face was beaten black and blue, and his mouth was swollen like a sausage, but he refused to let go and used all his strength to strangle Lin Zhengjun's neck with the rope.

"coming!"

The bald middle-aged man immediately turned the car around and sped over, swinging the iron rod in his hand and hitting Lin Zhengjun on the head.

Lin Zhengjun had difficulty breathing, was severely lacking in oxygen, and his consciousness gradually became blurred. Being attacked from all sides, he was filled with despair.

Grass!

I have only started my business halfway, but I didn’t expect to capsize in this gutter!

If I die, what will happen to Tang Xiaofu? Who will take care of my parents and my younger sister? I am probably the only one who will be reborn with such a miserable fate!

"Wang Wang Wang!"

When Lin Zhengjun was calling out to heaven and earth for help but to no avail, a vicious dog barking suddenly sounded, making Lin Zhengjun ecstatic!