1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 85 Golden Age

Chapter 85 Golden Age
Cuigezhuang Commune is located in the northeastern suburb of Chaoyang District. It was incorporated into the capital city in 56 and is now a proper suburb.

At a glance, you can see a vegetable field, with vegetables divided into rows according to their varieties, adjacent to each other and arranged in an orderly manner.

In such a shabby piece of land, decades later, the housing price has risen to 8 yuan per square meter. After all, it is close to the Fifth Ring Road and is the "back garden" of Wangjing.

"Writer Jiang, where did you join the team before?"

"Baiyangdian."

"Baiyangdian, I've been there before when I was on a chain reaction." Master Qiao was surprised.

Some people may not understand what the term "connection" means, which means "exchanging experiences" across the country. Train rides are free, and there are "reception stations" in various places. No matter where you go, there will be someone to receive you, give you special meal coupons, and provide food and accommodation. You will also receive full service from travel agencies.

At that time, there were many people participating in the movement, and one could travel around the country by train without spending a penny.

The car stopped and Jiang Xian got out. [Fruit] Progress (42/100)

The cabbage smell is stronger in Cuigezhuang Commune. People in the farm are busy loading trucks. Vegetable farmers pushing carts and carrying baskets can be seen everywhere.

"If you don't cut vegetables at the beginning of winter, you will definitely suffer."

There will be a cold wave before the beginning of winter. If the cabbage is frozen, it cannot be stored, so the cabbage must be harvested before the beginning of winter.

"Do you have enough manpower?"

"It's OK. There are more farmers. We don't have many educated youth here now. Last year, the farm office and the Agricultural Reclamation Bureau couldn't stand the pressure and sent transfer letters to the city in batches."

"Are you still sending me there by carriage?"

"Yes, I used to drive a horse-drawn carriage. Later, the relevant departments sent people to equip us with a batch of cars and arranged for us to take the driving test. The older generation was more resistant, but we young people are quick to accept it."

There wasn't much good food in the canteen for educated youths, just some cold and mushy dishes. Chef Qiao gave them some sticky rice dumplings.

Jiang Xian was just here to eat for free, so he had no reason to be dissatisfied. He ate without hesitation and filled his stomach.

After loading the car and adding gas, we followed Master Qiao's car back to Beijing.

After a while, the progress of [Fruit] has been reached (79/100)

As soon as the truck loaded with cabbages stopped, staff members wearing aprons and wire gloves with rubber on one side, who were drawn from various vegetable stalls, immediately came over to unload the truck. They unloaded the cabbages, sorted them, and then put signs on them and piled them on the roadside, and then the staff began to sell them.

Jiang Xian felt that with this little progress left, there was no need to get a ride anymore, so he said goodbye to Master Qiao and quickly returned home.

"Mom, is it our turn?"

"It's still early. Just be patient and wait."

Jiang Xian couldn't sit still, so he strolled out.

"I'll call some guys to help."

"Why bother? Who are you going to ask?" Rao Yuemei was puzzled.

"call!"

"Fuck, I should go do a road bike race."

In the 1980s, there was a famous editor named Zhu Wei, the former editor-in-chief of Sanlian Life Weekly.

He often rode his bicycle from one writer's home to meet another. He didn't need to say hello in advance, but just knocked on the door and walked in, hanging out with the writers from morning to night.

In this way, new talents such as Mo Yan, Yu Hua, Su Tong, Ge Fei, and Wang Xiaobo were discovered.
Jiang Xian was in the same mood at the moment. He rode his bicycle to look for Feng Jicai, Wang Weiguo, Zhao Zhenkai, Jiang Shiwei, Ge You, and Liang Zuo one by one.

People often change their faces in the transition from the old to the new, and they may become unrecognizable, but at least they are still clear at this moment.

Jiang Xian pedaled around Sijiu City for a short while, and the progress of [Fruit] reached (100/100)

His face turned very red, his velvet cotton shoes were wet, and the cold air was coming up from the soles of his feet.

But many years later, writers, poets, movie stars, and a bunch of not-yet-famous people gathered in his yard, serving as palustrades for him and moving winter vegetables.

It feels great.

Jiang Xian never does anything for free.

"Let's have dinner at my house tonight."

"Brother Jiang, you are too polite." Ge Youle laughed happily.

"Just a small favor." Liang Zuo was rather reserved, looking around this compound that had given birth to a talented man.

This is also called the former residence of a celebrity!
The neighborhood cadre came over to inform them, "Writer Jiang, your family will be in line soon. Go get in line."

"Okay, thank you for your help." "No problem."

The streets and alleys are very busy at this moment, with people carrying cabbages everywhere, shuttling between the piles of cabbages on the roadside.

"Three hundred pounds! Who's carrying it away?"

"Ours!" Jiang Xian shouted.

What do other people think of when they transport cabbage home? Some use small bamboo carts, wheelbarrows, baskets, and bags.
Jiang Xian's group is definitely the most eye-catching.

He was a real man. He moved 300 kilograms of cabbage in one go, making the neighbors envious.

There wasn't much space in the yard, so we had to use it to the maximum. We piled cabbages everywhere, on the windowsills, in the coal shed, under the table, under the bed, and next to the windows. The remaining space was crowded with people.

"Finally I'm done with my work." Ge You Ge You slumped in the chair.

This job is not tiring at all, but he is rather weak. He has been thin since childhood, otherwise he would not have been sent to feed pigs.

Feng Jicai couldn't bear to watch it any longer: "Can you do this? You need to exercise more and play basketball. Otherwise, how can you find a partner with your physique?"

When Ge You heard the word "object", his face turned embarrassed and he was full of worries.

He had a secret crush on a goddess, his white moonlight, named Zhang Yu, who later starred in "Lush Mountain Love".

When he saw her after becoming famous, Ge Da Ge was so excited that he couldn't even speak.

Move the cabbage in the afternoon and eat it in the evening.

People in Beijing can make flowers out of a cabbage, without throwing away the stalks, and make vinegar-fried cabbage, which has bright color and a strong garlic aroma.

Cut the cabbage heart into shreds, stir-fry, braise, or serve cold, add salt, MSG, vinegar, soy sauce, sesame oil, mix with some jellyfish shreds, mix well and go with wine, it costs 0.31 ounces of Erguotou.

At this time, people usually don't buy wine by the bottle, they just drink as they go.

"Bring a glass, bring a glass."

"Nothing to say?"

"What are you talking about?"

"The National Congress of Writers and Artists will be held soon, so let's talk about our vision for the future of the cultural sector," Jiang Xian suggested.

Feng Jicai's eyes lit up, "That's a good idea."

"Old Zhao speaks first."

Zhao Zhenkai's bitter face was serious: "I hope you will have more and more space and freedom for creation in the future."

"Old ginger?"

"I just hope to make more money by doing literature. My father always scolds me and asks me to go back to work in the paper mill."

"Comrade Weiguo."

"Earn more royalties, more money for cigarettes."

"Liang Zuo."

Liang Zuo blushed: "I hope the literary career will develop better and better."

"Geu, you can also tell me something."

"Me? I don't have any vision for the cultural world. I hope my mom won't force me to study photography anymore. I just love being an actor."

Jiang Xian picked up the cup and said, "Come on, I wish Chinese literature will always be strong!"