1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 60 New "Furong Town"

Beijing in July.

The sound of palm-leaf fans hitting the body can be heard everywhere.

Wei Ran Hutong.

"I'm just craving for your noodles." Jiang Xian's back was bare as he picked at the bowl and chopsticks, slurping them.

Summer is the season for Beijingers to indulge in noodles, which are cooked with sesame paste, fried sauce, or soy sauce, and topped with a few cloves of garlic. They are simple yet delicious.

"Is the food good on the crew?" Rao Yuemei leaned over to ask.

"The crew's food is average, but the local villagers are very welcoming and often come to give the crew some bacon and snails."

"You guys have finished filming that movie now?"

"It's not finished yet. We've finished the exterior shots, and we still have interior shots to shoot." He peeled a clove of garlic quickly, "Mom, let me report to you that the remuneration for adapting this play has come.

Including the salary subsidies in the past few months, I earned a little over 700 yuan.”

Rao Yuemei nodded in satisfaction. "You are older now. You don't have to give your money to your family all the time. Don't spend it recklessly outside. Okay? How much do you want? 700?"

Rao Yuemei's head was spinning and buzzing due to the sudden surprise.

700 yuan, more than her annual salary!
"Son, we have to keep the bottle tightly closed." Rao Yuemei looked cautious, for she was too afraid of the rumors.

It's like this when you live in a compound. If anyone spits in the compound, it's like spitting on your own feet.

"Mom, let's get another house somewhere." Jiang Xian suddenly suggested.

After all, he is now a wealthy man with nearly 1000 yuan in his pocket, and he really wants to find a stable place to stay.

It’s not a big deal to live in a guesthouse all the time.

Besides, Zhu Lin has already graduated now. If he could have a house, the two of them could live together without any shame.

"House?" Rao Yuemei became worried when she heard it.

Just like in the post-epidemic era, housing is a big problem now.

Welfare housing is implemented everywhere, and the queues are based on length of service, position, population, etc. It seems fair, but there are many flexibility.
For someone like Jiang Xian, there is no way he can get a divorce before he turns 40, unless he marries Zhu Lin first and then Zhu Lin gets pregnant. Every day he brings a pregnant woman to kneel in front of the leader and won't get up until he gets a divorce.

That's a bit possible.

Otherwise, just wait. Maybe by the time his grandchildren are born, he still won’t be able to get a share of the house.

"Mom, are there any commercial houses on the market right now?"

"What? Commercial housing?" Rao Yuemei frowned, as if she heard some strange words.

There was basically no concept of commercial housing at that time. The earliest commercial housing in Beijing should be the residential building built in Tuanjie Lake in 1980. Two buildings were allocated for sale to individuals, with an average selling price of 180 yuan per square meter.

Even earlier, in 62, a Huayuan Village Overseas Chinese Apartment was built on the West Third Ring Road. Later, it was priced at about 16 yuan per square meter. It was said that the building materials used were leftover materials from the Great Hall of the People. Behind the community is the Beijing Institute of Industrial Relations, Gao Yuanyuan's alma mater.

This house was mainly used to absorb foreign exchange, and it received US dollars, foreign exchange, foreign exchange coupons, and overseas Chinese coupons.

"Forget it, let's talk about it later." Jiang Xian was originally quite arrogant, but when the house was mentioned, he found that he was nothing.

And rather than a pigeon coop, he actually wanted a courtyard house.

The siheyuan is so beautiful, with its own door and yard. After the hottest days of summer, you can immediately put up the "ceiling, fish tank, and pomegranate tree" set. When you are free, you can pet the cat, play with the dog, and walk the bird.

You can also experience flying a kite in the courtyard and avoid the annoyance of having your kite hung on the wall of the Forbidden City.

"Become a millionaire first!" Jiang Xian set a small goal for himself.

When Rao Yuemei went to work, he took out the manuscript of "Furong Town" which was thicker than a piece of cake from his travel bag. In more than two months, if he just copied it, the manuscript could have been finished long ago, but Jiang Xian didn't want to publish this "Furong Town" just like that.

He was not very satisfied with the original work, especially the character of Li Guoxiang.

In the original work, Li Guoxiang troubled people everywhere, causing their families to be broken up and their loved ones to die. He had a dirty mind and vicious means. Although he was defeated in the middle, unfortunately, at the end, this guy transformed himself and reached a higher level, becoming glorious and glorious.

Although this ending has a certain realistic irony, Jiang Xian doesn't like it at all.

So he added a new character.

Li Guoxiang's illegitimate daughter, Dou Baoying.

Li Guoxiang had problems with her work style. She didn't dare to abort her child for fear of having to explain the origin of the illegitimate child to the hospital. When her daughter Dou Baoying was born, she kept it a secret for several years. As the child grew up, she was eventually discovered and reported by the man's wife.

The man's wife was sent to Dongting Lake to work on "blood prevention", and Li Guoxiang was demoted to Furong Town and became the manager of a state-owned restaurant.

The story of "Furong Town" written by Jiang Xian begins here.

Shichahai later became a bar street, and now it is a natural swimming pool for the people of Beijing.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, Shichahai ushered in the most intensive governance in history. At first, a people's swimming pool was built, but it was later filled in and another Shichahai swimming pool was built across the river embankment.

It opens on June 6st every year and closes at the end of August. It costs 1 cents per person per session and each session lasts 8 hours. If you arrive late, you have to queue and wait until the previous session is over before you can go down.

A few friends from "Today" who had no work came here for team building and called Jiang Xian over as well.

Half of his body was immersed in the water, with his arms lying on the shore. Zhao Zhenkai, Jiang Shiwei, and Chen Aige were also soaking next to him. The young female comrades in front of him did not dare to go into the water, and sat on the shore soaking their feet in extremely conservative swimsuits.

"Old Jiang, I've read the love letter you wrote for Chen Aige. It's really well written." Zhao Zhenkai said, treading water. "You should not only be a writer, but also a poet."

"No, no, no, I don't want to write poetry."

In the past six months, Today magazine has grown rapidly, now has a staff of 20 to 30 people, and its print run has expanded to 1,000 copies per issue.

Bei Dao, Mang Ke, and other names gradually spread along with the popularity of Today.

"There are so many people." Jiang Xian glanced behind him and saw that they were packed with meat strips.

In the capital these days, if you throw a brick, it will not only knock down a group of cadres' children, but also knock down a group of people who can swim.

Now swimming is a national sport, just like table tennis, for no other reason than that people love swimming. The call to “go to the big rivers and lakes” started a trend of open-air swimming.

If you want to enter the swimming pool, you have to get a swimming certificate. It is not to prove your swimming skills, but it is equivalent to a physical examination, giving you a physical examination to see if you have any infectious diseases or skin diseases.

Several people swam back and forth together. Sidestroke is very popular at that time, which is also a way to imitate the swimming style of the elderly.

It was very pleasant to cool off in the water, but unfortunately the two hours were up so quickly that the group climbed ashore in boredom instead of leaving immediately.

July 7th is the day to commemorate his swimming in the Yangtze River. The Sports Committee organized students who were good at swimming to take red tasseled spears, form a square formation in the water, swim armed, and swim around Shichahai.

The music from the loudspeakers was exciting, and the shore was full of people cheering and encouraging each other, it was a magnificent sight.

Zhao Zhenkai was watching with excitement when his butt was suddenly patted. His heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he was being targeted by the comrades from the "East Palace and West Palace"?

He turned his head and looked at Jiang Xian.

"Old Zhao.

I just remembered that I have a poem I haven't used yet, so I'll give it to you."

There will be another chapter later.

I have set up a book club. Friends who like to join the club can join it. It’s in the introduction.

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(End of this chapter)