The world of film and television starts from a young age

Chapter 551 Zheng Juan, Shao Jingwen
In this day and age, the average lifespan of a person is very short, and it is common for people to start working at the age of seventeen or eighteen, but in most cases, they do not start working until later.

When entering the factory, most of them do manual work. In this era of active workers, everyone is proud of their hard work.

It's just that if you are too young, you will definitely not be able to work as adults, so most factories, unless there are special circumstances, generally recruit adult workers.

Zhou Chen has just turned seventeen now, so he stayed at home, and Li Suhua didn't say anything.

The man is gone, the eldest son and daughter are gone, and now there are only the two of them left in the family, plus Zhou Chen has been reading seriously during this time, Li Suhua naturally wouldn't say anything, but felt that his old lump was really serious. What is sensible.

The optical film is really too backward. When it rains, Zhou Chen doesn't want to go out at all. There is really nowhere to go on the road and the mud.

Xiao Guoqing and Sun Chanchao came to play with Zhou Chen a few times again, but they both went to work in the timber factory some time ago, so they didn't come again during this period.

In this day and age, entertainment activities are lacking, and optical film is a poor place, so there is no place for entertainment.

Zhou Chen observed for more than a month and found that people in this era are really diligent. Except for children, adults seem to have endless things to do. They are busy every day, unlike decades later, all kinds of otaku and otaku countless.

Although I have been slowly getting used to it after staying for more than a month, I still can't get used to it in some places.

The most important of these is eating.

Supplies during this period were really scarce. Anyway, Zhou Chen had only eaten meat once in more than a month, and it was left over from the Chinese New Year.

Usually it’s cornmeal, steamed buns, fried sauerkraut, pickles, sometimes two meals a day, and it’s still the same.

After more than a month, Zhou Chen felt like a bird had faded out of his mouth. Sometimes when he saw a mouse, he had the urge to eat it.

This is the first time he has lived for so many years and finds it so difficult to eat.

Even when he was in the orphanage in the world of Ode to Joy, he was countless times better at eating than here.

"Mom, I'm going out for a walk."

Zhou Chen came out of the room and said to Li Suhua who was knitting on the kang.

"Go, go, come back early, don't mess around outside."

Li Suhua didn't even raise her head. Recently, she was very relieved by the sensibleness of her youngest son. She stopped playing around and stayed at home reading all day.

"Got it, Mom, I'm leaving."

It’s not too big, but it’s definitely not too small. Now it’s estimated that there are hundreds of families living here, and the signs of illegal construction have begun to appear.

There is no way, now there are not many children. If there are more children, they will naturally need a place to live, but the place is so big that they can’t live in it, so they can only build around the house. Even if it is an adobe house, it is better than having no place to live. better.

After walking, we arrived at Taiping Hutong.

If it is said that the light text film is relatively chaotic, then Taiping Hutong is chaotic and chaotic. The houses are one on the left and one on the right, and there are turns every few meters.

Even though Zhou Chen has a good memory, he was a little dizzy when he came here for the first time, and he couldn't find Zheng Juan's home at all.

After going around in a circle, Zhou Chen left helplessly. He came here today just to inquire, and didn't intend to ask anyone.

Zheng Juan was not found in Taiping Hutong, Zhou Chen was going to go to the cinema to try.

Now that winter has not passed, Zheng Juan and her family should be selling candied haws. The movie theater has a good flow of people, but I am afraid they will not make much money.

The movie theater is an iconic place, so Zhou Chen found the movie theater without any trouble at all.

At the entrance of the cinema, more than one person set up a stall, but Zhou Chen quickly locked on the target.

It was a trolley, and there were a lot of bright red candied haws on the cart. Of course, there are not as many kinds of candied haws now as it will be decades later. It is the simplest hawthorn balls strung together, and the appearance is very ordinary.

There were two people standing behind the cart, a very old looking woman and a very young woman.

"Hello, do you want to buy candied haws?"

Zheng Juan asked with a smile on her face when she saw someone coming to her booth.

Zhou Chen looked at the young woman in front of him, with that special frosted voice, he could almost confirm that she was his target, Zheng Juan.

Zheng Juan was wearing a shabby padded jacket, her face was dry and red due to the wind, there was a mole on her lips, and she was wearing two braids, which was not aesthetically pleasing.

But if you take a closer look, you will find that her facial features are exquisite, and her eyes are big and bright, giving people a feeling of softness and weakness.

"How much for a bunch?"

"Two cents."

Zhou Chen was taken aback when he heard this. After living for so many years, although he has seen one and two cent coins, he has never used them.

A bunch of candied haws costs two cents, and a hundred bunches is only two yuan, but it's hard to say whether a hundred bunches can be sold in a day, let alone the cost.

The point is that in this day and age, money is not the most difficult thing to come by. Those food stamps, meat tickets, industrial rolls, etc. are even more rare.

Those who have no registered permanent residence and no job cannot get these vouchers at all.

It can be seen from this that Zheng Juan's family of three really had a hard time, otherwise they would not have followed Tu Zhiqiang in the TV series, and even when they knew that Tu Zhiqiang had problems, they would not be willing to leave.

"Bring me a bunch."

"Ok."

Zheng Juan quickly brought Zhou Chen a bunch of candied haws, and took two cents from Zhou Chen.

Zhou Chen took the candied haws and didn't stay any longer. He smiled at Zheng Juan and left.

I have already found Zheng Juan, and there will be opportunities to meet in the future, so there is no need to be so anxious. The top priority now is work. It is getting late, and he has to go back to prepare.

Zheng Juan didn't let him down either. Although the current appearance is not good, it is not dressed up. I believe that after dressing up, it will definitely look different.

Everyone admires beauty, and if there are beautiful ones, they will definitely not choose ugly ones.

Candied haws are not delicious, but Zhou Chen is not eating well these days either. Candied haws barely gave him a different taste in his mouth.

The next day, around the same time, Zhou Chen came to the cinema again.

"Bring me a bunch of candied haws."

Zheng Juan raised her head and was a little surprised when she saw Zhou Chen's familiar face, but she still quickly took a bunch of candied haws.

Zhou Chen paid the money, smiled at Zheng Juan, and left again.

Day three...

Day [-]...

the fifth day;
"A bunch of candied haws, thank you."

Five days in a row, appearing at almost the same time, it is difficult for people to forget.

This time Zheng Juan didn't take the candied haws right away, but looked at Zhou Chen and asked, "Do you like eating candied haws very much?"

This was not the first conversation between Zhou Chen and Zheng Juan, but it was the first time they talked about something unrelated to business.

Zhou Chen asked: "What's the matter, can't you buy it if you don't like it?"

Zheng Juan shook her head: "No, just, eating too much candied haws is not good for teeth."

Zhou Chen suddenly laughed, this Zheng Juan is really interesting, she sells candied haws, but she said that eating too much candied haws is not good for teeth.

What a simple and kind girl.

"It's okay, my teeth are fine, I will come again in the future, let's go first."

Zhou Chen picked up the candied haws and waved to Zheng Juan: "By the way, my name is Zhou Bingkun, and I live in optical film."

After finishing speaking, he turned and left, while Zheng Juan watched silently until Zhou Chen's figure disappeared.

"Juan'er, this young man, he seems to like you."

Aunt Zheng, who was standing by the side without speaking, suddenly said to her daughter Zheng Juan.

Zheng Juan suddenly said shyly: "Mom, don't talk nonsense, what's the matter, who can look up to me?"

Aunt Zheng sighed: "Juan'er, don't say that, you are so beautiful and sensible, it is my incompetence that drags you down."

In fact, Zheng Juan can also go to the countryside, but she is worried about her elderly mother and blind brother, so she avoids going to the countryside.

But also because of this, she can no longer find a job and has no household registration, so her life is extremely difficult, and she can only set up a stall with her mother.

"Mom, don't say that. If it weren't for you, Guangming and I would have died long ago. I should respect you."

Life is very hard, but Zheng Juan has never complained about it, and only wants to make her mother and younger brother live better through hard work.

Aunt Zheng changed the topic: "The young man just now said that he lives in the optical film, and it is next to our Taiping Hutong. Juan'er, why don't you go back and find out?"

She knows very well how difficult it is for people like them without urban household registration to live here. If she wants to change the current situation, she can only find a man with urban household registration and a job.

But she also knows that things are not that easy.

So when she saw that Zhou Chen seemed to have a good impression of her daughter, she couldn't wait to inquire about it.

Zheng Juan became even more shy: "What's there to inquire about, Mom, stop talking."

Of course she also wants to find a good man, but she knows better that with her conditions, she is not qualified to choose at all.

Just now, the person looked young and not bad looking. The most important thing was that he lived in the optical film, and all of them had urban hukou, and the conditions were much better than theirs in Taiping Hutong.

In the next few days, Zhou Chen didn't go to the cinema to buy candied haws again, because the weather was bad these days, and it was too far and troublesome to go back and forth.

Zheng Juan felt a little uncomfortable after not seeing Zhou Chen again for several days. Although she had no hope, she still felt uncomfortable when Zhou Chen really didn't show up.

Zhou Chen found out the location of the publishing house through inquiring, squatted for a few days, asked many people, and confirmed that Shao Jingwen is now the editor-in-chief of the magazine.

"Golden Land" magazine is a part of Jiangliao Publishing House, and it is a serious state-owned enterprise. Being able to serve as the editor-in-chief of the publishing house shows that Shao Jingwen is not a small matter.

After squatting for a few more days, on this day, Zhou Chen finally found an opportunity to see Shao Jingwen coming out of the publishing house.

After Shao Jingwen got off work, he frowned and pushed his bicycle away from the club.

He is quite troubled these days. In the past few years, the life of the publishing house and the magazine "Golden Land" has not been easy, because many educated people in the agency have left.

Although the city arranged for some people to come over, to be honest, those people who came later were much worse than the previous staff, which also caused the sales of their magazine to get worse and worse.

State-owned enterprises don't have to worry about making profits, and the people below don't have to worry about work, but for a responsible editor-in-chief like him, he is really anxious.

Recently, the content of magazine editors has been getting worse and worse, and many things cannot be written or published. He is really Alexander.

With something in his heart, he didn't ride, just pushed slowly.

"Teacher Shao."

Hearing someone calling him, Shao Jingwen raised his head and saw a young man standing in front of him.

"็ Hello Who are you?"

The one who stopped Shao Jingwen was naturally Zhou Chen.

"Mr. Shao, hello, let me introduce myself first. My name is Zhou Bingkun, and I live in optical film. I personally like poetry and writing. I take the liberty to come to you today because I wrote some poems and a story. Please help me palm my eyes."

"Your own poems and stories?"

Shao Jingwen was full of doubts. He could tell that the guy in front of him was at most about 20 years old. How much experience could such a person have to write good poems and stories?

Of course Zhou Chen could see Shao Jingwen's suspicion, he still said humbly: "Yes, I have a literary dream, but I can't go to school now, and I don't know my writing level; I heard people say that you are We in Jichun City are very famous, and we are willing to support the editor-in-chief of the younger generation, so I take the liberty to bother you, I hope you can spare some time and give me a little evaluation."

As the saying goes, don't reach out to hit a smiling person, let alone what Zhou Chen said so nicely.

Shao Jingwen himself was worried about the development of the publishing house, but Zhou Chen's sudden appearance aroused his interest. No matter whether Zhou Chen is talented or not, he is indeed interested in supporting the younger generation.

"That's it, then I'll help you take a look, Zhou, Zhou..."

"Zhou Bingkun, Teacher Shao, my name is Zhou Bingkun."

"Okay, come on, let's go this way."

Shao Jingwen pushed the bicycle, let Zhou Chen follow, and came to the side of the road.

"Zhou Bingkun."

Zhou Chen immediately took out the book he had prepared a long time ago from his bag, opened the pages, and handed it to Shao Jingwen.

"Ms. Shao, this is some modern poems I wrote, and the other is a short story I wrote, which is a novel with family and country feelings. Here is the beginning part of my writing. Please comment. "

Shao Jingwen took the notebook, put it in front of his eyes, pushed his glasses, and read it seriously.

At the beginning, he was still careless and didn't pay much attention to it, but after reading a few sentences, his expression suddenly changed, he pushed his glasses again, and read seriously.

A few minutes later, he was shocked and asked Zhou Chen, "Did you really write these poems?"

Zhou Chen nodded and said, "Yes, Teacher Shao, I made this some time ago, and you are the first person to read it."

"Okay, okay, okay, these few poems of yours are so good, so good."

After getting an affirmative answer, Shao Jingwen cried out excitedly, but soon realized his gaffe, and lowered his voice.

Seeing the excited Shao Jingwen, Zhou Chen also heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he developed the habit of reading after time travelling.

Although I haven't studied modern poetry specifically, I have read a lot and remembered a lot, and now it finally comes in handy.

Shao Jingwen suddenly closed the notebook, and then asked Zhou Chen, "Xiao Zhou, haven't you eaten yet?"

Zhou Chen smiled embarrassedly. He really didn't eat, because he didn't know when Shao Jingwen would leave work, so he came early and waited, so naturally he didn't have time to eat.

Shao Jingwen grabbed Zhou Chen's hand enthusiastically: "Come on, I'll treat you to dinner, let's chat while eating."

Zhou Chen hurriedly said, "Teacher Shao, let me invite you."

Shao Jingwen said: "Okay, you should not go to work yet, don't talk about it, I know a place with good food, come with me."

Under the leadership of Shao Jingwen, they came to a restaurant, and Shao Jingwen even asked for a private room.

Seeing that several dishes were served in a row, Zhou Chen hurriedly said: "Mr. Shao, you ordered too much."

"It's okay, I still have a lot of tickets that are useless, so you can eat at ease, let's chat while eating."

Shao Jingwen was very generous, greeted Zhou Chen to eat and drink, and then took out Zhou Chen's notebook.

(End of this chapter)