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

Chapter 132: 1 generation!

Zhao Dongchuan hurriedly explained: "No, I have never taken a penny against my conscience! This is all my hard-earned money!"

Of course, these are all my salary, writing fees, and rewards. The rest of the money is just lying in the space, Zhao Dongchuan muttered secretly.

"Haha, that's good. You are a cadre now. You should pay attention to the influence and don't harm yourself for a little profit!" Zhao Zhengguo warned with a serious face.

The current atmosphere is different from that of later generations. The current working class has a strong sense of national ownership, and most of them cannot tolerate such behavior. If they are discovered and reported, the consequences will be serious.

However, Zhao Dongchuan has system glasses, which is equivalent to having an extra layer of vest. The one who is speculating and making money is that "Han Li". What does it have to do with him, Zhao Dongchuan?

Then the two of them went back home. As soon as Zhao Zhengguo got back, he couldn't hold back and told Guo Ping the good news.

Guo Ping was so happy that she danced with joy again! Then she complained to Zhao Dongchuan.

"Kid, you didn't even tell us about such a big thing. You kept it as a surprise for us!" Guo Ping glared at Zhao Dongchuan with a smile.

Zhao Dongchuan naturally stood aside with an awkward smile on his face.

To celebrate his promotion to cadre, Guo Ping naturally prepared a table full of delicious dishes in the evening.

Zhao Zhengguo also took out a bottle of treasured Beijing Special Liquor.

In the evening, the family of three ate and drank, discussing Zhao Dongchuan's career development and looking forward to a bright future. They were so happy that no one could describe it to outsiders.

The next afternoon, when he was sitting at home reading a book, his father Zhao Zhengguo came home from work and hurried into the yard pushing his bicycle. He usually chatted with Liu Dahai in the front yard, but today he just nodded and went straight into the house.

Zhao Zhengguo walked into the inner room, took out a rolled-up magazine from his bag, and excitedly said to Zhao Dongchuan who was reading, "Did you write this poem?"

He opened the magazine, turned to a certain page, pointed to a poem and asked.

Zhao Dongchuan was also a little surprised and put down the "Selected Works of Mao Zedong" in his hand and took the magazine handed to him by Zhao Zhengguo.

He first looked at the poem and the author's signature, then went back to look at the cover.

This is exactly the "People's Literature" that Director Wang mentioned.

"Um, yes, this is what I wrote. I didn't expect it to be approved and published so quickly!" Zhao Dongchuan also looked surprised.

“I submitted this manuscript two days before I came back from the New Year. My curator told me that People’s Literature had resumed publication and suggested that I submit my manuscript. I just wanted to give it a try. I didn’t expect that it would actually be published!”

This poem is actually quite directional and full of metaphors. It is a little ahead of the times for the current situation. When he submitted it, he was just trying his best to get it published. He didn't expect it to be published. It seems that the editor-in-chief of People's Literature has made up his mind.

"Your poem is so strange. Why is there only this one sentence?" Zhao Zhengguo was very happy to hear Zhao Dongchuan say this, and then asked with some confusion.

"How should I put it about this poem? The title and the verses must be combined together!" Zhao Dongchuan explained.

"A generation! The night...gave me...black eyes, but I use them to look for...the light!" Zhao Zhengguo read out loud unconsciously as he read.

"It's so well written!" Although Zhao Zhengguo was not very educated, he could still recognize most of the commonly used characters and felt the hint of meaning.

"There are also editor's comments below! They praise you for your profound writing and for expressing the thoughts of many people!" Zhao Zhengguo said after looking at it again.

At this time, Guo Ping was carrying a plate of food out of the kitchen. Seeing the father and son holding a magazine and discussing something with relish, she walked over curiously.

"What are you looking at so seriously?"

"Aping, take a look too!" Then he handed the magazine to Guo Ping.

Guo Ping took the magazine doubtfully and took a look at it.

"Is this a poem? It's quite short, just one sentence, and it can be published like this!"

"Take another look at the signature!" Zhao Zhengguo said with a smile.

"Oh my!!!!" Guo Ping looked down and saw the signature - Zhao Dongchuan from Huangyuancheng Cultural Center. She was stunned for a moment before she realized that this was her son.

Guo Ping pointed at the page of the magazine excitedly, looked at the two people and said excitedly: "Dongchuan, what is this?"

Zhao Dongchuan smiled and nodded.

"What a great achievement! Our family really has a literary talent!" Guo Ping said excitedly.

"Our workshop director is a literature enthusiast and subscribed to this magazine. He took it out to read while we were having lunch in the cafeteria at noon... I was also influenced by Dongchuan and began to pay attention to these things, so I borrowed it and flipped through it. Unexpectedly, after just a few pages, I saw..." Zhao Zhengguo picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea, then pulled a chair and sat down, drinking tea and talking with a smile.

"I didn't expect that there would be no way to receive the notification in the capital!"

At that time, Zhao Dongchuan left the address of the Cultural Center, so the notification of manuscript acceptance was naturally sent to the Cultural Center. Since he came to Beijing, he naturally had no way of receiving the notification.

This series of good news made Mr. and Mrs. Zhao so happy that they couldn't stop smiling.

When parents see their son succeed, they feel happier than if they won a prize themselves.

In the evening, Guo Ping wanted to prepare a big meal to celebrate the publication of her son's new poem, but was rejected by Zhao Dongchuan on the grounds that celebrations were too frequent.

Zhao Zhengguo also felt that it was not appropriate to be too high-profile, so Guo Ping did not make it so exaggerated, but she also added a dish of braised pork, which made the three of them eat so much that their mouths were drooling.

Guo Ping, who originally wanted to urge Zhao Dongchuan to find a partner quickly, now lost some interest. Her son is so outstanding, and once his career gets better, the conditions of his partner will naturally improve.

Most city girls are not worthy of her son. At least he needs to be a... equally outstanding woman, Guo Ping thought.

Zhao Dongchuan naturally didn't expect that because of this, he would inexplicably feel less pressured to get married.

There was no reaction in the courtyard to what Zhao Dongchuan said, because there was no one in the courtyard who was interested in literature and would spend money to subscribe to magazines. With that money, they would rather buy more meat.

So for Zhao Dongchuan, there is no change in these days, at least for now.

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On the day of the Lantern Festival, Guo Ping started packing Zhao Dongchuan's luggage for the return trip in the morning, wishing she could take all the good things with her.

"Mom, I have everything there, so you don't need to bring this jar of pickled vegetables, right?" Zhao Dongchuan said, pointing to a small canning jar wrapped in several layers of clothes in the package.

"This is a unique flavor made according to the unique recipe of our hometown. You can't eat it anywhere else!" Guo Ping glared at Zhao Dongchuan and said.

Zhao Dongchuan could only smile helplessly at this. Anyway, he would just put it in the space when the time comes. It was up to her.

Guo Ping cooked some eggs in the evening and bought some pancakes and other dry food, which she packed into a bag for him to eat on the train the next day.

Because today is the Lantern Festival, the factory closed down some people early and Zhao Zhengguo returned soon.