Jiang Yulou was so disrespectful that he made a group of degenerate scholars with corrupt ideas almost to death.
These old guys quickly turn their arrogance into jealousy. I have been writing for so many years and I haven't won an award yet. How old are you and why did you win the award?
There must be some hidden secret in this!
Their eyes turned red with anger, and they stared at Jiang Yulou with anger.
Jiang Yulou simply ignored their murderous looks. He was sure that these people would not have any big development in the future, so why should they pay attention?
"Young man, we are your seniors, why do you have no respect for your seniors at all!"
What the hell, I'm participating in a literary award. I'm comparing whose works are better, not who's older and more senior. Since when does age matter?
Jiang Yulou didn't have any respect for them, so he retorted, "Respect is mutual. If someone wants to rely on their old age in front of me, I'm sorry, but I won't do that."
Just because they are causing trouble, causing trouble, and causing trouble, do you still expect Jiang Yulou to respect them?
Phew, what a beautiful thought!
There was an old man who was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, "Son, you have no manners!"
"This is New China, are you still doing those feudal remnants? It's out of date!" Jiang Yulou mocked unceremoniously.
"Let's go. We won't communicate with this guy anymore." Several old men left with livid faces.
"Tch, it makes me want to communicate with you."
The master has qualifications, works, virtues, and treats others politely. Do these old guys with no works, no morals, and no grace deserve to be treated politely?
After that, he was too lazy to interact with these people. He either communicated with writers who were also from the northwest, or asked those masters for advice.
Jiang Yulou looked at the signed novel in his hand. Most of the masters present signed it for him. It was a great harvest.
So, he returned to his seat with satisfaction and honestly chatted with Wang Meng.
After the tea party, it's time to eat.
Since they, a group of writers, were attending the ceremony at the State Guesthouse, they naturally had their meals here as well.
Jiang Yulou went to dinner with Wang Meng and several writers from Shaanxi.
I have to say that the food provided by the State Guesthouse is really good. The staple food includes noodles, steamed buns, and fragrant rice.
The steamed buns at the State Guesthouse are really good, with plenty of white flour, unlike the white-flour buns from Yan Da, which are said to be white flour and also contain grains.
Not to mention the dishes, the vegetarian dishes include pickled cabbage vermicelli, fried shredded radish, fried meatballs, etc. The meat dishes are even more impressive, such as small yellow croaker in sauce, tiger skin quail eggs, pork with pickled vegetables, braised lamb chops, etc.
Many writers have never heard of these dishes, not to mention eating them.
Jiang Yulou had eaten it in his previous life, but in this life he had no chance even if he wanted to. This time, I have taken advantage of the Writers Association.
Not to mention compared with school cafeterias, many restaurants outside cannot make these styles.
Anyway, Jiang Yulou specializes in eating meat dishes, and only adds a little bit of vegetarian dishes.
This is true for him, not to mention everyone else.
Especially when I saw the braised pork with pickled vegetables and braised lamb chops, my eyes widened.
The only flaw is the pork belly with pickled vegetables, which doesn’t match the fat and lean meat well.
Those fat movies are naturally disgusting in modern times, but for people of this era, they taste so good!
After a few of them prepared their meals, they naturally ate at the same table.
Jiang Yulou looked at the food in the State Guesthouse and thought about the food eaten in the county and the village. They were the same people, so why was there such a big difference?
No wonder people are running to big cities, otherwise where would they have the chance to eat such food?
If he hadn't gone to college and was still living in Shanghe Village, he wouldn't be able to afford these things even if he had money.
But he still felt a little guilty when he thought about what his family ate in the village.
Jiang Yulou was digging the rice in the bowl and thinking,
He wants to become rich quickly, try to buy a house in this huge Yanjing city as soon as possible, and bring his family out.
The times are undergoing great changes. The benefits of being exposed to the forefront of change early are ones that you can't experience even if you stay in a small valley for a lifetime.
In his previous life, he went out late, otherwise his achievements would have been higher and his family would have lived a better life.
"Gululu."
It was because his stomach was rumbling. It had been too long since he had eaten something good, and he had a sudden reaction.
His grandma's is useless, but there will be plenty of delicacies for you to enjoy in the future.
Jiang Yulou cursed himself.
He couldn't help but start to think about the future. At the current rate of making money, maybe he could take his family over next year.
By the time he graduates from college, he will probably be very famous.
At this time, universities are all assigned. Will he go to work in a certain unit in the future, or will he concentrate on writing?
Hey, you’re thinking too far, so just focus on the present.
Only then did he focus on what was in front of him.
Food comes first, why do you think so much?
The restaurant was noisy, not only with the writers who came to attend the ceremony, but also with the officials of the Writers Association and the judges and teachers.
After looking around, Jiang Yulou found that the writers attending the ceremony were all very old. Except for him, Wang Meng was all young.
But when I think about the rarity of intellectuals in this era, coupled with the catastrophe, it seems to make sense.
It's just a pity that many of the writers attending this meeting are jealous of their talents. His idea of taking this opportunity to get to know more writers can only be in vain.
However, winning the award this time and getting to know Wang Meng is not a loss.
He heard from Wang Meng that the writer who won the award this time had another benefit.
Jiang Yulou didn't care about eating anymore and asked quickly: "Old Wang, please tell us the news quickly."
In addition to him, two writers from Shaanxi also pricked up their ears.
Jiang Yulou already knew that Wang Meng was already the vice chairman and deputy secretary-general of the Yanjing Writers Association at this time. It was just a few months ago, and he was well-informed.
Wang Meng was a peaceful person, and he didn't mind Jiang Yulou calling him Lao Wang, but he deliberately lowered his voice: "The Writers Association intends to organize a reading class for key authors at the end of the year, with three months of off-the-job study at School D."
Reading class for key authors!
After joining this reading class, you are truly recognized by the leadership, and your importance is very different from that of ordinary authors.
A good thing is a good thing, but the difficulty is also not small.
Wang Meng's information is probably accurate, but I don't know if he will participate?
He thought for a while and asked implicitly: "Brother Wang, will you join the reading class?"
Wang Meng showed some embarrassment, but still replied: "No, this time it is mainly for young writers and new writers. We old guys will not compete with young people for places."
He explained again: "Brother, I am a full-time writer of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles."
"That's right." Jiang Yulou nodded.
The conversation was almost over and it took quite a long time, so everyone took the time to cook.
Jiang Yulou ate all the food on the plate. When he was putting the plate away, he saw a lot of leftovers in the swill bucket next to the sink.
This scene made him feel very uncomfortable.
While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.
In the 1970s, most farmers across the country did not have enough to eat, but some people were already overnourished.
Such a waste!
After eating, Jiang Yulou and Wang Meng separated.
