1980 My literary era

"The Righteous Way in the World".

The name is very familiar. Looking at the author’s name, I am even more familiar with it, Zou Meisen.

The later drama "In the Name of the People" swept the domestic TV drama industry and brought Zou Meisen, a writer who specializes in official anti-corruption novels, into the public eye.

Later generations who knew Zou Meisen thought he was a writer who started out by writing anti-corruption novels in official circles.

But in fact, Zou Meisen entered the literary world very early. In 1978, he published his debut novel "Family News" in the supplement "New Wave" of "Xinhua Daily".

In 1979, he was transferred from the coal mine to the editorial department of "Youth" in Jinling as an editor. In 1983, he published the novella "The Sunken Land" and began to emerge in the domestic literary world. After that, he published several novels one after another and became a professional writer in the creative group of the Provincial Literary Association.

In 1994, this year, Zou Meisen accidentally got an opportunity to work in Xuzhou as a city government employee. This experience deeply touched him and he wrote his first official anti-corruption novel "The Righteous Way in the World". 》.

Writing about reforms, politics and business, human nature, group portraits, and the times, Zou Meisen's official anti-corruption novels have distinctive features and grand layout, making them unforgettable.

Zou Meisen wrote "The Righteous Way in the World" and submitted it to Buhu's editorial team. It was finally selected, which fully demonstrates the quality of this novel.

After Lin Weimin finished reading the novel, he specially called Gao Xianjun and asked him about the writer Zou Meisen.

Zou Meisen works in Jinling, and his works are mostly published in southern literary magazines such as "Zhongshan", "Flower City", and "Novel World". His works are basically published in Southern Publishing House and have never cooperated with the Chinese Literature Society.

This sudden submission to the Chinese Literature Society naturally aroused Lin Weimin's curiosity.

"We give you a lot of money!"

After his works were selected into the Buhu Book Series, Gao Xianjun communicated with several selected writers and heard what Zou Meisen meant during their conversations.

This time "The Righteous Way of the World" is his new attempt in creation. In the past two years, the Buhuhu series has staged a wave of wealth-making myths in the Chinese literary world.

"The Wasted City" earned Jia Pingwa millions of yuan in royalties, making him the most talked-about writer in the domestic literary world last year.

In addition to Jia Pingwa, other writers whose works were selected into the Buhu Series also received royalties ranging from hundreds of thousands to one or two million.

Such a large amount of royalties are generated from just one novel. This is much more than what many writers earn in a lifetime of writing. How can it not make many writers excited, and Zou Meisen is no exception.

It’s not that he didn’t want to contribute to Buhuhu’s book series in the past two years, but he really had no works.

In 1992, he finished writing the novel "The Night Is Long" and published it in the third issue of "Novel World" that year. In more than two years, he only published three novellas.

This year he took a temporary job in Xuzhou and finally got the inspiration to write a novel. In just two months, he completed the creation of "The Righteous Way in the World", a 250,000-word novel.

Lin Weimin had a chuckle on his face after listening to Gao Xianjun's words. This reason was not beyond his expectation.

Therefore, the royalties given out are not in vain, every penny is shining brightly in front of the domestic writers.

Look!

Submitting articles to Chinese Literature Society makes real money!

There were only three days left before the Spring Festival of 1995 to complete the final review of the four novels in the Buhu series.

This morning, people from China Telecom came to Lin Weimin's home. He had made an appointment for Internet access some time ago and had waited in line for several days, but finally got it.

In January, the General Administration of Telecommunications of the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications opened two international Internet exits in Yanjing and Shanghai respectively. Domestic units, enterprises and individuals can enjoy Internet services through telephone networks, DDN dedicated lines and X.25 networks.

For individual users, dial-up Internet access via telephone lines is the most commonly used method.

Internet access is not complicated. Lin Weimin has a phone line at home and just installs a modem. In those years, we affectionately called this thing "cat".

Today's dial-up Internet speed is only about 11K/second, and some of the slower ones charge an even more horrifying fee of 40 yuan/hour.

Nowadays, dial-up Internet service has just come out, and it doesn’t even have a monthly subscription. The main thing is to rob the rich and give to the poor.

After the people from Telecom left, Lin Weimin showed Tao Huimin how to surf the Internet. Xiaodoubao was nestled in his mother's arms, watching intently. He had never been so serious.

After a while, Tao Huimin started to practice, and she clamored to play.

Tao Huimin had no choice but to hold her and let her type on the keyboard. The little girl was so happy that she almost rolled over the keyboard.

After experiencing it with her daughter for a while, Tao Huimin lost interest in the Internet. She felt that TV series were better.

She wanted to hold the little bean bag and leave the computer, but the little girl refused, "Play for a while longer, play for a while longer!"

Lin Weimin pinched her chubby, white face and said, "I loved surfing the Internet at a young age. How can you do it when you grow up?"

Xiaodoubao didn't quite understand what Lin Weimin said, but she understood what Lin Weimin meant, which probably meant that she wouldn't be allowed to play on the computer.

He held his mouth shut, and his eyes filled with tears at a speed visible to the naked eye.

I cried with a cry of "Wow"!

Lin Weimin and his wife looked at each other helplessly. The little girl was about to turn three years old. She was at the age where she seemed to understand but not understand. Now, whenever something doesn't go her way, she will resort to this trick.

Who wouldn’t feel distressed after seeing this little guy crying with pear blossoms and raindrops?

Xiaodoubao is holding the lifeblood of his parents tightly, and he is really acting cute!

Tao Huimin had no choice but to hold her and sit in front of the computer for almost twenty minutes. It wasn't until she started to rub her eyes that she took her away from the computer.

This little girl wanted to repeat her old trick again, but maybe it was because she had performed it once before, or maybe her eyes were a little dry. This time she cried obviously not as distractedly as last time, and she didn't succeed.

After lunch, Sister Qin came over to say hello and farewell to Lin Weimin and his wife with some new year's goods and luggage that Lin Weimin gave her.

In the past few years since she came to Lin Weimin's house, Sister Qin has rarely been back home in order to get double her salary during the New Year. This year she finally plans to go home to celebrate the New Year with her family.

"With so many things, I'll take you to the station." Lin Weimin said.

Sister Qin said hurriedly: "No, no, no."

"fine."

Lin Weimin couldn't help but take the things in her hands and load them into the car, and sent Sister Qin to the bus station.

This year's Spring Festival has special significance for many employees of the Chinese Literature Society.

In November, the family building of the Chinese Literature Society was handed over, and many employees started a vigorous decoration battle. For more than two months, the family building was buzzing and buzzing, almost more lively than when it was built, and the surrounding neighbors could not bear to be disturbed. .

Decorating these days, there are very few fancy things, the process is simple, and it doesn’t take that long.

Formaldehyde is something that no one cares about. They only compete to see who has the toughest life.

In the past few days a few years ago, many people in the community had their houses renovated and were hurriedly preparing to move.

I moved to a new house a few years ago and can spend the Chinese New Year in the new house. It’s very festive just thinking about it.

People tend to follow the crowd, this is true for decoration, and it is also true for moving.

There was the first person to move in, and a bunch of people behind were busy moving. Some people had not finished decorating their homes, so they urged the decoration team to hurry up, and there was a burning sense of urgency.

After work, what everyone discusses the most is decoration, moving, or preparations for moving. With the arrival of the Spring Festival, there is a lively and festive atmosphere in the Chinese Language Society.

On the afternoon of the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, three trucks drove into the courtyard of the Chinese Society.

The roaring sound of the engine immediately attracted the attention of many employees. Many editors paid attention to the movement in the courtyard through the window glass. Everyone knew that this year's new year's goods must have arrived.

The labor union and logistics workers organized the moving of the items, and the truck was emptied out in just over ten minutes.

After the truck left, people in various offices in the company started to stir up, looking for various excuses to ask what this year's new year's goods were.

With the current salary level of the Chinese Literature Society, it doesn’t matter what the New Year’s goods are. What’s important is that you can receive the New Year’s goods from your employer during the New Year.

The annual New Year's goods distribution activity has started again. Employees lined up in the corridor. People from the trade union called out to get things according to the editorial office. However, everyone still happily gathered in the corridor to form a long queue and told the colleagues around them. Talk and laugh.

After collecting the things, there was still an hour left before getting off work. The employees took their things and left in style.

The next morning, Xiao Zhou still stayed at his post. The house he had just divided was decorated immediately. He was now full of energy and his heart was full of fire.

On the last day of the new year, employees basically come to have a quickie in the morning. Some newsrooms are empty before noon.

After lunch, Lin Weimin drove back home.

At this time, the house was already busy.

Tao's father and Tao's mother came, as did Han Zhuangzhuang's family. In recent years, spending the Spring Festival at Lin Weimin's house has gradually become a regular practice.

The adults were busy working and preparing the New Year's Eve dinner, while the little girl and Xiaodou Bao were running around the yard.

Children's favorite thing is to play with the older children. Little Beanbao chases the little girl and shouts: "Niece, run slower!"

She felt an inexplicable sense of joy. This was all taught by her father, Lin Weimin.

"You two, run slowly!" Tao Huimin shouted.

As soon as she finished speaking, Xiaodoubao fell down and fell to pieces. He didn't get up, he just fell on the ground and started crying.

Tao Huimin went over and picked her up, "I told you to run slower, but you can't hear me!"

Xiaodou Bao retreated into Tao Huimin's arms in grievance, sobbing and calling "Mom".

That means: Mom, stop talking about me.

Mother Tao made a little rabbit out of dough and gave it to Xiao Beanbao. Her eyes were attracted by the little rabbit. She immediately forgot about crying and pain. She took the little rabbit handed to her by her grandmother with tears in her eyes, and laughed through her tears. .

"Thank you Naonao!"

Xiaodoubao said in a coquettish voice.

It was getting dark around four o'clock in the afternoon, and there were few people on the street.

The street lights are on, and thousands of houses are brightly lit.

Every alley and every high-rise building in Yanjing was filled with laughter and laughter.

1994 passed like this.