PDLP Chapter 31 Trading
Chapter 31 Trading
Fearing that Chen Tuo's violent death at the educated youth settlement would implicate him, Xiao Kai went to great lengths to change his clothes.
Besides the fact that the color has become dull due to long-term storage.
The leather cotton-padded jacket, leather overcoat, and big shoes that Xiao Kai selected were all damaged and then repaired twice by the clothing factory.
Moreover, there were no old military uniforms that could be made into outer garments.
Wearing cotton-padded trousers and a cotton-padded jacket alone, with a fur coat or military overcoat on top, is also a characteristic of the forest area.
As long as Chen Tuo can wear it for ten days or half a month, and as long as the person inspecting it is not a technician from the clothing factory, it will be difficult to tell whether the clothes are new or old.
With this in mind, the daily necessities that Xiao Kai sent to Chen Tuo mostly showed obvious signs of use.
Hong Ye, unaware of the situation, saw that Chen Tuo's clothes and bedding were not only old but also covered in repair marks, and thus misjudged his current predicament.
"Chen Zhiqing, I'll find you a few new post office uniforms..."
"No need for that. My luggage is newly changed and is warm enough."
After loading the sled, Chen Tuo glanced at the chubby girl who seemed to have a good eye for investment, but he wasn't interested in these small favors.
Although he was also doing things for himself, he wouldn't keep exchanging poems for things with Hong Ye.
Fame comes before fortune. How can you expect to gain both fame and fortune with just small favors?
He rubbed his hands with snow outside the door and then took the two-colored towel that Hongye handed him to wipe his hands.
After looking at the manuscript on the table, Chen Tuo bluntly stated the fat girl's purpose for coming.
"Sister Hongye, teaching you to write poetry is fine as it is for now, but if I write poetry for you, we need to make things clear beforehand."
Hong Ye had been thinking for a whole day and night about how to use Chen Tuo's poetic talent to achieve his own success.
Hong Ye imagined many of his additional requests.
But there wasn't much she could give; all she could do was let Chen Tuo gain both money and affection.
Life, work, and family taught her about reality.
In the aftermath of the upheaval, the writing in literary journals became increasingly daring.
Finding a poet is a way of treating yourself well.
Even if he was treated unfairly, Hong Ye wouldn't care too much.
Back when those female educated youths were here, how many of them went to Wu Laowai's house just to get a bite to eat?
This is also why Hong Ye glared at Wu Laowai when they met.
"I won't take a penny of the royalties, and I can even take care of your livelihood."
Having given her answer, Hong Ye placed her overcoat on the bedside table, showing off her great figure achieved through dieting.
Seeing that Hong Ye had misunderstood him, Chen Tuo shook his head and said:
"That's not enough!"
"So what do you want?"
"The royalties include what you earn; after deducting expenses, it's split 50/50."
"That's fair, I agree."
"Okay! I'll write you a few poems, and you can submit them to Guangzhou Poetry School just like I did. If possible, go to Guangzhou as soon as possible; I'm really short of money!"
"I know! Before New Year's Day, while Sister Xu and the others are still at home, I should be able to go to Guangzhou. Should I take these manuscripts with me?"
"No need, just mail it!"
There was no explanation that mailing could serve as evidence of submission, and Chen Tuo didn't waste any time, simply spreading out the manuscript paper to copy the poem.
He could not remember many of Shu Ting's poems.
But he could recite many of Xi Murong's poems.
The reason is nothing more than those things that happened when I was young.
As a prospective graduate of the Chinese Literature Department, how could I not experience the impulsiveness of youth before leaving the pen?
Is it really that hard to memorize a dozen or twenty love poems just for the sake of this impulse?
"What are you writing?"
Hong Ye, who was carefully reading Chen Tuo's poems, covered her cheeks in embarrassment after looking at a flowering tree.
This poem is too bold; I'd be embarrassed to even read it silently in my mind, let alone submit it for publication.
"Young man, are you in love? I've written them, but I don't want you to submit them all at once. You have to submit them one by one, and keep a few as secret."
Chen Tuo glanced at the astonished Hong Ye, but remained unmoved and continued copying the poem.
After collecting ten poems, I stopped writing and pointed out a few more poems that needed to be submitted as soon as possible.
Chen Tuo then opened the Antelope cigarette she had brought and lit one.
The dark brown cigar, when passed through the lungs, was not as spicy and pungent as one might expect; instead, it had a mellow and rich flavor.
"Good cigarette!"
He was smoking and stroking the little red-haired puppy.
Chen Tuo was also wondering if Hong Ye could be a spokesperson for romance novels.
Similar to the reason for following Xi Murong, I read romance novels for the sake of young Mu Ai.
"Chen Tuo, you're not a good person!"
After reading the ten poems, Hong Ye covered her burning cheeks and gave an evaluation that was exactly what Chen Tuo had expected.
"Write poetry? If you can't write something amazing, you'll die trying! It's the fastest way to become famous. If you want to become famous later, I can also write you more stable poems."
Seeing Chen Tuo with a cigarette dangling from his lips, petting a dog, and sporting a roguish grin, Hong Ye concealed her shyness and asked:
"Chen Tuo, may I revise these poems according to my own ideas?"
"That's for the best. Your writing reflects your personality. Once you find your own style, you can try writing poetry. At that time, you'll find that writing poetry is very simple."
Chen Tuo's words are true.
Even more difficult ancient poems can be learned by "reading Tang poems three hundred times, and you'll be able to recite them even if you don't know how".
Not to mention contemporary and modern poetry, which uses even simpler and more direct language.
If one finds the inspiration, these modern poems can absolutely be developed into creative works.
However, once exposed, it inevitably draws criticism.
"Okay! I've fixed it. Let me take another look. It's not even five o'clock yet, you should rest for a bit..."
When Chen Tuo touched on a sensitive spot, Hong Ye wanted to create something on the spot.
But Chen Tuo didn't give her that opportunity.
"Sister Hongye, there's no rush. Read it aloud more, memorize it, and think about it. The result might be better. I have to go to the market in a little while."
"Going to the market? In winter, people only come around in the early morning. Those who go to the market this early are only hunters from the mountains, and they are not easy to deal with."
When talking about the hunters around Songling, Hong Ye described the "Evenki woman" that Chen Tuo had given her in great detail.
Because of differences in lifestyle and living habits.
In Hongye's eyes, the Evenki, Oroqen, Daur, and Hezhe people living in the mountains are groups that strangers should avoid.
"It's not that mysterious. Want to come to the market with me?"
Hong Ye might become a source of profit growth for him, and Chen Tuo also showed sufficient friendliness.
Instead of leaving immediately after becoming an unregistered resident of Songling, he gradually solved his problems with food, clothing, shelter, and transportation, intending to settle down.
The reason is nothing more than that if you work like a beast of burden for too long, you will gradually lose your friends.
The people around me changed like a revolving door.
To make progress, you need to increase the frequency of replacements.
This gradually turned Chen Tuo from a formerly popular figure into a washed-up, stoic man who was used to and enjoyed being alone.
Once you get used to this solitude, it's time for the old ways to be replaced.
Pulling the sled along the road covered with a layer of ice.
After staggering a few times, Chen Tuo remembered the small, shuffling steps that Wu Laowai had taught him last night.
Looking back at Hong Ye, she was using small, shuffling steps to maintain her balance.
"Chen Tuo, the Songling Town Supply and Marketing Cooperative is just ahead. Exchange items at the market if you can, and if not, be careful when spending money..."
In Hong Ye's words, the barter system was the aftermath of Hong Liu's rise.
Although few people in Songling care about speculation and profiteering, they need to be careful when Chu Maolin, the deputy head of the security section of the Forestry Bureau, is around.
Chu Maolin was annoying, but not only Chen Tuo.
Although he was wrapped up tightly, Hong Ye recognized him from a distance...