Chapter 24 I was born to eat this bowl of rice

Eating is a big deal for people in the 1980s.

Helping a few people who queued up to buy books to provide food for the day was a thank you to them.

At noon, the classroom turned into the cafeteria again. There was a glass window in the corner next to the podium and blackboard, which was opened every meal time.

Everyone was queuing up to get food. Lin Weimin finished his meal and turned around to see Huang Anyi holding the food stamps in her hand and hesitating.

He took a look and took out a stack of bills from his pocket, "Here!"

The food stamps issued to everyone in the institute are national food stamps. According to the proportion, ten kilograms of national food stamps can be exchanged for four kilograms of rice stamps and six kilograms of face stamps.

Huang Anyi is from the south. She has been accustomed to eating rice since she was a child. The monthly food stamps were not enough for her to eat. Last month she endured eating pasta for almost half a month, and this month she smelled steamed steamed buns.

The taste started to turn acidic in the stomach.

She looked down at the small stack of notes, which were about the size of a penny note and about the same color as kraft paper, with the black words "rice notes" printed on them.

"What are you doing?"

"I can't eat these rice stamps. Please help me digest them." Lin Weimin said with a smile.

"Yeah." Lin Weimin nodded, "It's equivalent to the homework that Teacher Tang left for me."

"Oh well."

Lin Weimin had written two manuscripts before. After reading them, Tang Yuqiu felt that he recommended the novel "The Death of Yura" inspired by "One Flew Over the Bedlam" to "Contemporary".

Huang Anyi blushed and said, hurriedly went to the window to line up for food, and escaped from the questioning of several people.

Rong Shihui was immersed in reading the manuscript, and Tang Yuqiu said: "Shihui, I brought you the person."

"So, this novel was written entirely because of watching the movie once?"

He first handed the manuscript to Qin Chaoyang, deputy director and editor-in-chief of the editorial department, for final review. Today, he specially asked Tang Yuqiu to find Lin Weimin, the novelist, and plan to have a good chat with him.

After saying that, regardless of Huang Anyi's reaction, she took the lunch box and left.

"Just take it if it's given to you, don't grind it."

"That's not true." Lin Weimin said sternly, "Mr. Qian has already said that there is no need to see the mother-in-law if you think the eggs are delicious?"

The first building he saw was the main building of the National Literature Publishing House. After passing through the back door of the corridor of the main building, the two came to the backyard.

After he left, Huang Anyi was immediately surrounded by several other girls in the same dormitory.

"Rong Shihui, he is the editor of "Contemporary"."

"Editor-in-Chief, thank you for the award." Lin Weimin said modestly.

No. 166 Chaonei Street, where National Literature Publishing House is located.

"Come on, come on, sit down."

"Oops! What are you doing?" Huang Anyi struggled with a red face.

"Classmate Huang Anyi, tell me honestly, what is going on?"

During this conversation, Rong Shihui really discovered something unique.

Seeing that she didn't believe it, Lin Weimin grabbed her hand and forced the rice stamps into her hand.

After walking a few steps, you can still see the blackboard on the wall of the corridor, with some content written on it, which looks like the work schedule of the editorial department.

"Stop talking nonsense here. I was talking about it for the readers. Now I want you to communicate with the editor about your creative experience, selection of manuscripts, and revision issues."

Tang Yuqiu formally introduced the two of them, and Rong Shihui looked at Lin Weimin with some appreciation in his eyes.

When talking about his thoughts during the creation, Lin Weimin said very simply, "The ending of the story was already there, and everyone advised me to use the ending and tone of the story to write it. It's just like an open-book exam, it's not difficult."

The courtyard wall of the National Literature Publishing House is not high, with wall piers and iron railings. Tang Yuqiu took Lin Weimin to register and walked into the courtyard.

It took Rong Shihui four or five days to get the manuscript. He read it once, which was equivalent to a preliminary review. He then gave the manuscript to his colleague Zhu Changsheng to read it again. Their review opinions were very consistent.

There were not many people in the office at this time, there were only two people, presumably they were all off work.

He stood up and warmly greeted the two of them to sit down, while pouring them a cup of hot tea.

During the afternoon class, teacher Tang Yuqiu found Lin Weimin during the break.

The editorial office is a south-facing room. When you enter the office, there are several tables placed by the windows and walls. Each table is filled with manuscripts, and there are also stacks of papers on the floor.

A thick brown paper bag containing the manuscript tied with a rope, with the name of the manuscript written on it.

After class in the afternoon, Lin Weimin was still planning to have a bite to eat, but Tang Yuqiu dragged him, "The editor is waiting for you in the editorial office before getting off work. How dare you eat?"

Huang Anyi glanced at him suspiciously, she didn't believe there were people these days who couldn't even eat rice.

In the past, articles were published through submission. He asked: "Why do I still need to meet with the editor?"

Lin Weimin's understatement makes people feel that writing a novel like "The Death of Yura" is as simple as drinking water.

Rong Shihui looked up from a pile of manuscripts. He was a middle-aged man with a clear face, a pair of glasses hanging on his nose, and said with a smile: "He's finally here."

"Go out with me to meet someone tonight."

Tang Yuqiu smiled happily.

There is a boxy five-story building facing the street. The gray exterior wall looks old. Rows of windows on the wall are closed. They are the earliest iron windows. You can see clearly from a distance.

Chu.

There is also a red brick building here, which looks much newer than the front building. It must not have been built for a few years.

"Meeting whom?"

The red brick building has four floors. Lin Weimin followed Tang Yuqiu up to the second floor. It was similar to most office buildings of this era. There were offices in the north and south, and a corridor in the middle. The walls were painted with white gray and light green paint.

Up the skirt.

Lin Weimin thought to himself that I was sorry, but he didn't dare because he was afraid of being beaten to death.

"What's going on? How do I know what's going on?"

The manuscript is very good, but the overall tone is too dark and very magical, which is not in line with the realism style of "Contemporary".

While eating, her eyes glanced at Lin Weimin from time to time, feeling flustered.

Lin Weimin suddenly became a little nervous. This was the first time for him to meet an editor at this age.

"As for the style issue, the tone was indeed set from the beginning, and it's not easy to change it now. It's a bit darker, but I think it might be more powerful."

"What? Are you nervous?" Tang Yuqiu joked.

"It's rare to be able to write such a good article at such a young age!"

After a few pleasantries, Rong Shihui and Lin Weimin got down to business.

Rong Shihui immediately realized that the style of "The Death of Yura" was incompatible with "Contemporary". He put it aside for now, but judging from his many years of editing experience, the quality is definitely superior, and the writing method is also very novel.

, a bit like the magicism that is currently popular abroad.

The young man in front of him was so young, but he wrote such an article without any trouble, which made him unconsciously raise his expectations and evaluation in his heart.

He thought again of Lin Weimin's experience, which Tang Yuqiu had told him before. He wrote a novel for a year, and won the National Outstanding Short Story Award just a few pieces after it was officially published.

Rong Shihui suddenly had an idea in his mind, this boy was born to eat this bowl of rice!
Chapter completed!