1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 112 Yard Deal
[The heavy autumn rain delayed the wedding, but brought it forward in terms of the actual issues.]
Zhang Jie put the manuscript down with a sigh.

She raised her head and looked at Jiang Xian, her voice full of enthusiasm: "Great, you are very courageous, you wrote about a taboo topic!"

Jiang Xian smiled modestly, "They are just some things that cannot be seen in public."

"It's not that I don't want to see the light. I think the countryside you write about is different from Zhao Shuli's. You don't write about the language of farmers, you write about the countryside of intellectuals. What you write about is not criticism, but feudal cannibalism!"

When Zhang Jie said this, her face flashed with solemnity and determination, which was her approval of the novel.

Even though the manuscript was not yet finished, she could feel the vigorous vitality of the yellow earth in Jiang Xian's writing, and the impact of indulging in taboos on the moral code and ethics.

Zhang Jie had a hunch that Jiang Xian's novel, once completed, would become a unique and influential novel in Chinese literature.

"It's getting late, let's go have some food together?"

Jiang Xian took the two of them to the cafeteria of Beijing Film Studio to eat.

Wang Anyi seemed to be ill and lacked interest, so she declined the kindness.

She felt very uncomfortable now, an indescribable discomfort, and she even had some doubts about her life path.

She couldn't stay in front of Jiang Xian any longer. Thinking back to what happened just now, she felt extremely embarrassed.

This is simply a case of a person who is so narrow-minded yet still dares to be a teacher, and ends up making himself a laughing stock.

There are two maxims in the children's reading "Zeng Guang Xian Wen": "When you meet someone, only say three-tenths of what you want to say to them, and don't give your whole heart to them."

She often heard her elders remind her to be restrained in her speech and not to speak carelessly or make rash judgments when meeting people she didn't know well, as this could cause her to be despised at best and taken advantage of by bad people at worst. But she didn't take these reminders seriously.

When she returned to her residence, there were several guests. Her mother, Ru Zhijuan, introduced them to her as some veteran writers from the China Writers Association.

"Has the matter of the literature workshop been settled?"

"The establishment has been prepared and it will officially open next year. It is tentatively planned to have 50 students and 40 teaching staff, a total of 90 people."

"Training literary writers is an urgent matter. I think we can't wait. We should hold a short-term literature workshop and start school as soon as possible."

"That's a good idea."

“What are the good seedlings in this batch?”

"Jia Pingwa is good and worth cultivating."

"This generation should be Jiang Zilong, who won two awards this year."

"Jiang Xian also won two this year, but unfortunately they were two second prizes, which is slightly worse than Jiang Zilong."

Wang Anyi listened quietly and somewhat disagreed with this statement.

Not to mention Jiang Xian’s most important novel this year.

Just based on the article "Fuxi Fuxi" that we just read, he is worthy of another award.

Today is the weekend. Normally, the dinner time is from 4:00 to 6:00. However, today, the chefs closed the windows and went home early at 5 o'clock. If you go late, you can only cook noodles by yourself.

There is nothing wrong with this. Providing meals on weekends is simply to take care of the unmarried young people in the factory.

The unmarried young man Jiang Xian went there at around 4 o'clock and ordered a dish of three fresh vegetables and a dish of pork, cabbage and vermicelli stew.

There are more potatoes in the three fresh vegetables, after all, potatoes are the cheapest in this season. But the dish tastes very good, the potatoes are soft, the eggplants are tender, the green peppers are crispy, and they are salty and fresh and go well with rice.

After dinner, he strolled around the yard and returned to the guesthouse, then his mother called.

"Son, the landlord came today."

"What's the matter? Evicting people or raising the rent?" Jiang Xian frowned.

He used to rent houses for a long time, and he had seen all kinds of dirty tricks. "No, none of that. He said you asked him to help find a yard, and he found one. He came here to bring you a message and ask you to go and see it tomorrow."

Has the matter of the Siheyuan been settled?

"Then I'll go there tomorrow."

"Why do you want to buy a yard when you have such a good time?" Rao Yuemei didn't quite understand on the phone.

These days, housing can be summed up in three words: "wait, rely on, and ask for." Wait for the country to build houses, rely on the organization to distribute houses, and ask the unit to give you houses.

"You bought a house, but your employer won't give you a house, and you have to wait in line at the end." Rao Yuemei said earnestly, "If you have money, it would be better if you put it in the bank."

Oops.

At present, the bank's five-year deposit interest rate is not low. Since 72, it has been above 7%, and the highest has even reached 9%.

It sounds like a lot, and it seems to be a good deal if you do the math.

But in Jiang Xian's opinion, this is definitely the stupidest thing.

He has read a lot of news of this kind, such as a woman in Xiamen who deposited 1973 yuan in a bank in 1200 and withdrew 45 yuan 2684.04 years later!
It seems like it has doubled, but in fact it is a loss of 100 million.

What a great injustice.

"Okay mom, I have my plans."

"this kid"

Rao Yuemei grumbled a few times but didn't argue with him.

This is good. Jiang Xian's parents are very open-minded. This is what makes him most happy.

I am afraid of the kind of people who are cheating on their parents. They would want to commit suicide as soon as they hear his decision and go against my life experience. They asked me to buy a house but secretly rent one and even lied that they have already bought it. It is so tiring that even a person who is reborn would feel tired.

After hanging up the phone, I went back home. Now that the yard was settled, it was time to take care of my wallet.

It was already dark. Jiang Xian turned on the desk lamp, put on some clothes, and bent over the table to write "Fuxi Fuxi".

Fifty-year-old Yang Jinshan has weak yang energy, while twenty-year-old Wang Judou has strong yin energy, which makes the couple's relationship cruel and terrifying.

In the torment, Wang Judou broke through the forbidden zone, fell in love with Yang Tianqing, and gave birth to a child, Yang Tianbai.

The paralyzed Yang Jinshan was in great pain. He knew the truth but could only pretend not to know. He acknowledged this son and often wanted to kill Yang Tianbai to take revenge on them both.

Yang Tianqing is not much better. He is obviously his son, but he can only call him brother.

The next day, Yang Tianbai, who had grown up gradually, saw Yang Tianqing and Ju Dou having an affair in the kiln, and the conflict intensified instantly.

The next day, early in the morning.

Jiang Xian pedaled his bike, panting, from the Beijing Film Studio to No. 15 Hufang Road.

"Are you sure the title is clear? I don't want a house with unclear title."

Some houses were occupied by force, such as Shen Congwen's house. His house in Dongtangzi Hutong originally had two or three rooms in the north wing, but they were occupied by others during the Buzz Buzz Period. When he returned, the occupiers gave him half of the rooms.

This is considered kind. Many people have their houses occupied and don’t even have a place to live.

"Don't worry, our two families were introduced by acquaintances, how could I cheat you? This is also a courtyard of my friend's family, with two entrances. He is willing to sell it. The news has been passed to me, and I will help to match your two families. I don't charge a penny. If you really buy it and settle down, I will charge you less rent, just to earn a favor."

After getting a general idea of ​​the house situation, Jiang Xian and his parents rode their bicycles to Jingshan East Hutong.

(End of this chapter)