The Beginning of the World: Going to the Countryside as an Educated Youth

Chapter 115 People's Literature

"Did you gain anything from this relaxation?" Director Wang said with a smile.

"Well, if you talk about gains, there are actually some!" Zhao Dongchuan said with a smile.

Director Wang originally just asked casually, but unexpectedly, Zhao Dongchuan actually took it up.

"As for me, I was in a relaxed mood and wrote another poem. It's just a little short, so I'm afraid you might laugh at me!"

"What poem?"

Speaking of poetry, I'm not sleepy anymore, Jia Bing's heart moved, and he immediately asked with a serious expression.

"It's just a short poem, I'm afraid it's not worthy of being accepted in a formal ceremony!" Zhao Dongchuan smiled and said softly.

"Don't keep me in suspense. You still don't trust me and the curator?" Jia Bing said anxiously.

He knew Zhao Dongchuan. If his writing was not good, he would not show it to others. Since he said he had a poem, the quality of the poem must be good.

Seeing this, Zhao Dongchuan didn't delay any longer and began to recite softly.

“The night gave me black eyes…but I use…them to look for…the light!”

He opened his mouth gently and recited it in a rhythmic manner.

"Ok?"

"Ok?"

Looking at the doubts in the eyes of the curator and Jia Bing, he nodded.

"Yes, this is the only sentence in the whole poem!"

Seeing Zhao Dongchuan's explanation, the two of them kept reading aloud.

"Night... black eyes... I... light!"

"Great, great! Although this poem only has one sentence, it is thought-provoking!"

"Yeah, not bad!" Jia Bing also nodded.

"Where do you plan to publish this poem?" asked Director Wang.

"I haven't decided yet. I'd probably just publish it in Yanhe!" Zhao Dongchuan said with a smile.

“I do have a suggestion. You can try submitting it to People’s Literature!” Director Wang suggested.

Hearing this, Zhao Dongchuan was a little surprised and asked, "People's Literature? People's Literature has resumed publication?"

Director Wang nodded and said, "Yes, it will be resumed this month!"

Zhao Dongchuan was very happy. In his opinion, the value of People's Literature was very high as it was a national publication.

"Then I will submit it to People's Literature!" he said without hesitation.

"Yeah, very good!" Director Wang smiled with satisfaction.

"Well, I'll give you the submission address and some submission requirements of People's Literature. Take it and take a good look!" Director Wang took out a document from the drawer and handed it to Zhao Dongchuan. It was obvious that he had prepared it in advance. He probably thought that someone might need it.

"Thank you, Director Wang!" Zhao Dongchuan thanked the director as he took the information he was handed over.

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Zhao Dongchuan and Jia Bing chatted for a few more words in the director's office, then Zhao Dongchuan said goodbye and left together with Jia Bing.

"You are such a pleasant surprise, boy. I didn't expect that you would come up with a poem after returning to Shuangshui Village. This poem only has one sentence, but it is definitely a masterpiece!

I wish you a successful publication in advance!" Jia Bing congratulated Zhao Dongchuan as they walked.

"Hahaha, Teacher Jia is too kind to me. It's just a little poem, a casual creation. No need to praise it so much!" Zhao Dongchuan smiled modestly. (Fortunately, I have a thick skin. I have practiced it!)

"Okay... just keep it in mind! You better hurry up. It may be too late to publish it before the Spring Festival, but I think it's still possible to publish it before the Lantern Festival. Come on!" Jia Bing patted Zhao Dongchuan on the shoulder and turned to go into the office.

He was a man who listened to advice. After returning to the office, he immediately took out the manuscript paper according to the information given by Director Wang, wrote the poem as required, sealed it in an envelope, and sent it out.

“I hope it will be approved!”

Although Jia Bing and Director Wang were very confident that his manuscript would be approved, he himself was not very confident. After all, it was just one line of poetry, which was still a bit unusual given the current situation.

"No, I'll just vote for "Yanhe"? They shouldn't mind, right?" Zhao Dongchuan muttered to himself.

New Year's Eve is just a few days away. There is no Spring Festival holiday at this time, and people have to work six days a week. In fact, there was a Spring Festival holiday before the unrest began. As a result, the "Four-Man Combination" cancelled the Spring Festival holiday, which caused public outrage.

Fortunately, everything will return to normal soon, and he will take the college entrance examination as soon as it is resumed. For students, it naturally doesn’t matter what the holidays are.

So two days before New Year's Eve, Zhao Dongchuan asked for a home visit leave from his unit.

Originally, he didn't need to ask for leave, as his job didn't require him to work in the office, and he had achievements and works to his credit, so no one would say anything.

However, Zhao Dongchuan felt that he had just rested for a while, and it hadn't been two days since he took another break, so he was afraid that it would have a bad impact. Besides, he didn't need any salary now, so he directly asked for leave and asked his unit to help him issue a letter of introduction for visiting relatives.

Although he had a work permit and a "writer's certificate" issued by the Huangyuan City Cultural Bureau, he didn't actually need it, but in order to keep a low profile and just in case, he still got a letter of introduction.

“I’m still a little excited when I think about it…”

Thinking that he would be going home soon, Zhao Dongchuan was a little excited. He pedaled hard on his bicycle and headed towards the train station.

He arrived at the ticket window and waited in line for an hour. Using his work ID and letter of introduction, he successfully bought a hard sleeper ticket.

In the past, unless there were too many tickets, it would be difficult to buy a hard sleeper ticket according to regulations without showing his "writer's certificate". But since he was "promoted and given a raise" on New Year's Day, he was a cadre after all, so he was naturally qualified.

After buying the ticket, Zhao Dongchuan returned to the dormitory and began to clean up the room.

In fact, there were not many things to put away. There were a lot of supplies in the storage ring, and he was just pretending to clean them up.

The ticket is for tonight, and Zhao Dongchuan still has half a day.

He locked the dormitory door, pushed his bicycle and left towards his "secret base".

Grandpa Huang still needs to buy some daily necessities for his house. It just so happens that he has some free time now, so he can go and take a look.

Halfway through the journey, he put on the system glasses, rode the bicycle, and arrived at the destination in a short while.

I opened the lock and entered the house. No one lived here at the moment.

Huang Laosan has his own house, and he only comes over occasionally to see if Zhao Dongchuan is there. He rarely comes over at other times, and it is even less likely that other people will be there.

Zhao Dongchuan walked towards the backyard. There were still some messy things in the room in the front yard, and he had not had time to clean them up. He was waiting for Huang Laosan to come and start registering.

Although those furniture looked shabby, they were all made of good materials. Although Zhao Dongchuan didn't know much about antiques, he still knew something about them and would not throw them away directly.

He went to the master bedroom in the backyard, took out some spare household items from the space and put them away, then cleaned the room, found a desk, took out "Selected Works of Mao Zedong" and started reading.

Time passed slowly with the sound of turning pages, and soon, Zhao Dongchuan heard footsteps.

"Mr. Han?" Huang Laosan's voice came from the front yard.

"Come in!" Zhao Dongchuan shouted while reading a book.