Reborn in 1977

After finishing the meal, they came out and got into the car, the two sisters immediately pulling out their guns to play with.

The Walther PPK was small and exquisite, not to mention as a weapon, even as a work of art, it was quite acceptable.

Zhou Yali got into the car last, sitting in the back row, and said with a sigh, "The last time I came here, everything was safe and sound, I thought the public security in the mainland was particularly good, but I didn't expect..."

She looked at the guns in the hands of the two sisters, her eyes full of regret, "So, you still have to carry a gun on the street."

Chen Fan closed the car door, started the car, and said with a soft laugh, "It's not that exaggerated, at least the domestic situation can't be compared with the United States. Giving them guns is just in case."

"Take the matter the day before yesterday, for example, you see those people only had wooden sticks made from branches in their hands, which were actually just for show, to scare people. Then, after being scratched a few times by the cat, they were so scared that they fled in panic. There's a fundamental difference compared to the people in the United States who pull out their guns at the slightest provocation."

Zhou Yali pursed her lips, watching the two sisters put away their guns, and said, "Then, if you wanted a gun, you should have just asked for a gun. Why did you tell the masters that you wanted to find bodyguards?"

Jiang Lili turned around and explained to her, "Because if we directly asked for a gun, the masters might not have agreed."

"So, Xiaofan first proposed an impossible request. If the masters refused, he would then propose to be equipped with guns, so that it would be foolproof. This is 'aiming high to get medium, aiming medium to get low'."

"Unexpectedly, Xiaofan didn't even have to mention it, and the masters directly took care of it."

Jiang Tiantian nodded lightly, "I think the masters really dote on Xiaofan. If he had asked directly, they would most likely have agreed."

Chen Fan sat in the front driving, smiled and said, "If you were still in Yunhu, you wouldn't need to go to so much trouble. In Lujiawan, I could easily get you two guns, and gun licenses would be easy to handle too, but it's different outside."

He glanced at the rearview mirror and continued, "You are both college students now, and the school is your work unit, and it's in a big city like Shanghai. No matter who I go to, it's impossible to get you gun licenses."

"Only by stimulating the three masters, with their abilities, two gun licenses are just a piece of cake. See? Before I even finished speaking, Third Master took care of it. Now that you have guns, I can feel more at ease."

Jiang Lili was alright, but the look in her eyes as she looked at Chen Fan was glistening with tears, about to drip. Jiang Tiantian couldn't help but blush immediately, turning her head to look at the scenery outside the window, not daring to let her sister see.

Zhou Yali then asked, "Then what did Second Master mean by what he said later?"

Chen Fan said, "It's very simple, it's to let me teach them a few moves, so that they can solve problems with fists, feet, and weapons, and not have to use guns."

Zhou Yali instantly widened her eyes, "Is your kung fu very powerful?"

Ever since Bruce Lee became famous, the word 'kung fu' has become very popular in the West, almost everyone knows it, not to mention that Zhou Yali is still a crazy girl who likes to watch martial arts movies. At this time, hearing Chen Fan's words, her interest naturally increased greatly.

Before Chen Fan could speak, Jiang Lili said, "It's not very powerful, it's extremely powerful!"

She waved her hands, her face flushed, and for a moment she didn't know how to express it, and finally could only say, "Anyway, those few people from the day before yesterday weren't even enough for him to beat with one hand."

Jiang Tiantian knew that Chen Fan's kung fu was not bad, but she had never seen what level it was specifically, she had only heard her sister mention it.

Seeing her sister's appearance at this time, she couldn't help but smile, but she also became more and more curious in her heart, just how powerful was 'extremely powerful'?

After they had all finished speaking, Chen Fan smiled and said, "Lili has been practicing Bagua Palm for nearly a year. Although it doesn't have much practical combat power, it can be considered a foundation for learning martial arts. Tiantian has only been practicing Vajra Longevity Exercise for half a year, which barely counts as stretching her muscles and bones. Later, she will have to practice Bagua Palm with Lili."

"Today is the 23rd, and there is still a week before we go back to Shanghai. I will teach you a set of grappling techniques and a set of leg techniques. After you have mastered them proficiently, you will be able to deal with a few ordinary people. When you practice proficiently later, I will teach you other kung fu."

The two sisters nodded at the same time. Before they could speak, Zhou Yali stretched her head over and asked, "Old bro, old bro, can I learn?"

Chen Fan said without hesitation, "No."

Zhou Yali's old face immediately darkened, "Why? Do you not want your old sister just because you have a wife?"

As soon as these words came out, the two sisters in front immediately blushed. Not to mention Jiang Tiantian, even Jiang Lili was a little embarrassed.

Chen Fan glanced at the rearview mirror speechlessly, "What nonsense are you talking about? The reason I'm not teaching you kung fu is because you are too impulsive. If you learn kung fu, you will definitely meddle in other people's business. If something happens at that time, it won't be good whether it's right or wrong, so it's better not to learn it at all."

Zhou Yali pouted, looking at him aggrievedly, "But, what if I encounter danger?"

Chen Fan thought for a while, "Then I'll teach you a set of Bagua Palm, but you have to remember, this set of kung fu is better for running away than fighting. Don't cause trouble."

Zhou Yali's face was full of entanglement, "Old bro, how much do you not trust your old sister? Am I that kind of person?"

Chen Fan smacked his lips, thinking about Zhou Yali's daily performance, it seemed that apart from being a little active, he hadn't really found any bad habits of her meddling in other people's business, so he smiled and said, "Then I'll teach you another set of leg techniques, so you can run faster."

Zhou Yali's face fell, "I don't want to talk to you."

The two sisters leaned together and couldn't help but laugh.

… …

Soon they arrived at the Writers Association office, still those few log cabins, but the people had changed.

Several people had already settled on their units and went to work, and those who remained here were the backbone members of the Literary Federation and the Writers Association after their reconstruction. They are now acting as the management responsibilities of the Literary Federation and the Writers Association.

It will not be until November of next year, when the Third National Congress of Members is held, and the Third Council of the Writers Association is elected, that the Council will take over the management.

At the same time, the Fourth National Congress of Literary and Art Workers will also be held in the capital, not only electing the Council of the Literary Federation, but also revising many regulations, thus ushering in a new chapter in literary and artistic work.

But that is a matter for the future.

Now Chen Fan still has to follow the old rules, such as exporting works, which still requires leadership approval and unit consent.

After Mr. Mao Dun finished reading the one-page outline written by Chen Fan, and then looked at the unit header on the manuscript paper, he couldn't help but laugh, "Are you trying to drag Brother Ba into this?"

Chen Fan's expression remained unchanged, and he said with confidence, "That's not what I meant. It's just that I happened to go to Shanghai and borrowed a few pieces of paper from Old Ba's office."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at a stack of blank manuscript paper in the corner of the desk.

The next second, it was taken away by a hand.

What a pity.

Mr. Mao Dun looked at him unhappily, and put the outline in front of him, "Don't even think about my idea. Your novel outline is clearly a Western martial arts novel, there's nothing to review."

"It's rare that you have this condition, your own uncle opened a publishing company and is willing to help you publish it, so I'll give you the green light, which can be considered cultural foreign exchange."

Hearing this, Chen Fan didn't know whether to be happy or worried.

Why does it feel like without this uncle, his book wouldn't be published?

Well, publication is definitely no problem, but to be published overseas?

It's really quite difficult.

Unless I go find Hideo Takahashi... That's right, my first Japanese translated novel should have been released a month or two ago. I wonder how it's doing. I'll ask He Qingsheng later.

He's in charge of sending the translated manuscripts over there and has contact with them, so he should know.

This job originally belonged to Chen Fan, but didn't the Ministry of Culture and the Writers Association actively take over the translation work? So it became theirs, and Chen Fan only contributed a bit of foreign exchange quota, which had no real impact at all and even saved him some effort.

Chen Fan put away the manuscript paper, feeling happy. Old Mao's verbal promise is more useful than Old Ba's unit letterhead. When the time comes, just tell He Qingsheng and show them this manuscript paper, and it will be more effective than anything else.

It's a pity that the approval document for the work to go abroad needs the seal of the Jiangnan Culture Department to be valid. The Writers Association headquarters doesn't handle this matter, otherwise, it could be done directly here.

Old Mao took a sip of tea, looked at him with a smile, and said, "Your uncle is quite decent in his work, taking the initiative to help our domestic writers recover royalties. The first batch of royalties received was remitted a few days ago. The money is not much, but not little either. Adding up the odds and ends, it's more than ten thousand US dollars.

Although the later money may not be much, through him, we can build a bridge to communicate with overseas publishers, adding another way for literature to go abroad besides the Foreign Language Publishing House.

So, your novel is likely just the vanguard of our works' exchange with Western folk publishing houses. There will be a steady stream of works sent over later. At that time, you can be credited with a merit."

Chen Fan blinked, feeling a little magical. I didn't do anything, and I'm getting credit?

After chatting with Old Mao for a while, he showed his face to a few other big shots. Seeing that it was almost time to get off work, he said goodbye, taking the three girls who were frantically collecting autographs and taking photos.

First, he sent them home, then went to return the car, and then went home to meet them to go to the train station together.

...

This time they didn't choose to fly but decided to take the night train to Jilin.

However, this time the destination was not Changchun, but to go to Changchun first, and then transfer to Lushuhe Station.

Lushuhe Station was built in 1968 and is the smallest fourth-class train station, only connected to a very few stations, and mainly for freight.

Because it is deep in Changbai Mountain, it has abundant forestry resources, and various materials often need to be transported out.

In addition, ten years later, the Lushuhe International Hunting Ground was completed here, with sika deer, red deer, roe deer, and other animals available for hunting.

So even with the Wildlife Protection Law, hunting can still continue here.

It's just that hunting at that time was a game, and hunting now is for survival.

Of course, Chen Fan was not for survival, but those hunting teams that went deep into the old forest were.

The reason for going there was because the hunting team he knew before was now in Lushuhe.

For convenience, Chen Fan went directly to find them.

Four people, just a soft sleeper compartment, buying tickets with US dollars, without even needing a unit introduction letter or work permit.

On the train, Chen Fan started teaching mode. Due to the small space, he only taught a set of grappling techniques.

Zhou Yali was openly learning along the side. Chen Fan glanced at her a couple of times, but in the end, he didn't retract the teaching halo.

The result was that this girl thought she had the qualifications of a great emperor, grinning and showing off non-stop, "A mere set of small grappling techniques, what's so difficult about it? I can handle it in minutes!"

Jiang Lili looked at her smug look and couldn't help but laugh, "That's because the teacher is Xiao Fan. If someone else taught, it might not be the same."

Jiang Tiantian also nodded repeatedly, "Our school's PE class also teaches martial arts, and it's difficult to learn without a foundation. Xiao Fan taught me Vajra Longevity Gong before, and just now he taught small grappling techniques. I learned them almost as soon as he taught them, so it must be that Xiao Fan teaches well."

Hearing this, Zhou Yali's face stiffened slightly. So that's how it is?

The train traveled through the night, and at 7:30 the next morning, it arrived at the terminal station on time.

That's rare.

There were still more than two hours before the train to Lushuhe, so Chen Fan took them out of the station, preparing to walk around nearby and get something to eat.

Walking out of the train station, he saw a place not far away with steaming heat, so he walked over there.

When they got closer, Jiang Lili suddenly let out a soft "Ah!" The girls quickly turned around, not daring to look over there.

Zhou Yali turned her back, grabbed Chen Fan's arm, her face flushed, and whispered, "Old brother, what's going on here?"

That steaming place was not the breakfast shop Chen Fan thought it was, but a row of washing shops.

(Washing shops near long-distance bus stations were very common at that time)

The so-called washing shop was a place with a water boiler, and a rack was placed at the door. On the rack were washbasins with towels, as well as water cups and toothbrushes.

When a customer came, the owner would pour hot water into the basin and charge 10 cents.

After the customer paid, they could take a towel to wash their face and brush their teeth.

Yes, these towels, washbasins, water cups, and even toothbrushes were all public. After the previous person finished using them, they would simply rinse them and give them to the next person.

Although it was already early autumn, the weather hadn't turned cold yet, and many people were wearing single clothes.

Especially those who had just gotten off the train, they inevitably had a sweaty body, so they lifted their clothes to wipe their bodies.

Chen Fan and the others didn't understand, so they rashly ran over, naturally inevitably embarrassed.

After seeing this scene, Chen Fan secretly sighed that he had gained knowledge, and then without explaining, he took people and walked to the other side.

This time, he finally didn't find the wrong place. He found a restaurant that looked clean and went in, ordered two plates of dumplings and two dishes, paid the money, and waited to eat.

Jiang Lili knew his appetite and was worried that he wouldn't be full, so she whispered, "Is this enough to eat?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a waitress auntie floated past her, "Remove the 'ma' word. How many people are there in your group to dare to order two plates of dumplings and two dishes? Be careful you can't finish them and have to take them away."

Seeing that the three girls all looked blank, Chen Fan calmly waved his hand and then said loudly, "It's okay, sister, bring these up first, I'll order more if it's not enough."

The auntie immediately got excited, rolled up her sleeves, and shouted to the kitchen, "Xiao Shan'er, bring this table up first. I want to see how it's not enough and you'll order more!"

Chen Fan raised his eyebrows slightly at the three of them. See, didn't we just cut in line?

The food was served, and Jiang Lili finally knew why the auntie would say that.

That plate was as big as a washbasin, and those dumplings were like fists, each one white and plump. She felt that she could be full after eating three of them.

Chen Fan then leisurely gave each of them a little bit in the surprised eyes of everyone in the room, and then put the rest in front of him, showing off a feast.

In order not to disappoint the auntie, he added another plate of dumplings and a pot of meat.

After eating his fill, in the admiring eyes of everyone, Chen Fan waved his hand, took the three girls out, and went to the train station.