Xue Xiang patted Li Li on the shoulder, comforted the frightened subordinate, clapped his hands again, attracted everyone's attention, and said: "In addition to the leading cadres, there are also comrades from the publishing house. Please leave work early. However, tomorrow
In the morning, you have to arrive at work an hour early because you have important things to do. Of course, if you want to sleep in, you don’t have to come, but I’m afraid you won’t be able to celebrate the Chinese New Year in three days.”
Xue Xiang made a joke, and everyone laughed a few times, and then left in twos and threes, leaving behind the heads of four departments and the staff of six publishing houses.
Xue Xiang asked Li Li to close the door and let everyone sit as they pleased, then said: "The thing is like this, I read our publication "Clover", let's not talk about the content in it, but the effect is not good, after all it is the fact
.I would like to take advantage of the upcoming student vacation, how about we do a revision?"
A middle-aged man wearing black-rimmed glasses stood up and said: "Secretary Xue, this issue of our magazine has already been distributed. I'm afraid we have to wait until the start of school next year if we want to change it." The person who spoke was Xia Yu, the person in charge of the publishing house.
, a diligent and honest old comrade.
Li Li scolded: "Old Xia is stubborn. No wonder the publishing house has not shown any improvement under your leadership, and the secretary has to worry about it. When to revise "Clover" is not a matter of our secretary's word, and it doesn't matter.
Who are you looking at? Could it be that the printing room is out of paper?"
Xia Yu seemed to be quite afraid of this newly appointed powerful figure in the Propaganda Department, and said anxiously: "Yes, yes, I bought a cart last time, and now I still have more than half of it. Besides, I am not against the revision. It's just that this last issue of "Clover"
》It hasn’t been a week since it came out, and it’s urgent to release it this time. I’m afraid I won’t be able to get it out at once, so I can’t give it all away, right?”
Li Li was about to scold him again, but Xue Xiang took over and said: "
Of course it’s not for nothing. The reason why it’s called a revision this time is naturally that the revision will be acceptable to the students. Otherwise, what’s the point of the revision? Okay, I won’t discuss this issue. I don’t have time to discuss it. I’ll just talk about it.
Let's revise it, it's like this, I plan to divide the entire content of "Clover" into four major categories, namely "Selected Poems", "Appreciation of Excellent Prose", "Little Common Sense of Life", and the remaining part will be
Use those old stereotypes we usually publish."
When Xue Xiang said this, there was an uproar among the crowd. The crowd was not that Xue Xiang rebuked the "Red Bulletin" that he usually published as old stereotypes, but they were surprised that Secretary Xue was so bold. He wanted to start a new publication.
Xue Xiang heard the whispers and knew what everyone was thinking. In fact, he felt that he was not very courageous. If he was courageous enough, why would he still leave some old stereotypes to deal with the outside world?
"Okay, don't be surprised. It's settled. I'll assign tasks below. Lao Li, you lead Sister Wang and the others to record early poems by Xu Zhimo, Dai Wangshu and other famous poets; Lao Xia, you guys divide
Two batches, you lead two to record the prose of Xie Wanying, Shen Yanbing, Shu Qingchun and others,
Be sure to select a famous article, record it and submit it to me together. The other two comrades from the printing room will go to the printing room now to prepare for publication. Okay. Let's all work separately. Whoever finishes the work first will win first.
Go home and rest, and there will be some rewards when the year comes the day after tomorrow."
After Xue Xiang finished speaking, everyone dispersed. After all, there were incentives and rewards. No one wanted to be left behind.
It must be said that Xue Xiang's revision of "Clover" was done after a lot of thinking. Nowadays, the entire Republic is in a period of extreme spiritual poverty, and the early 1980s was almost the time when the poetry of the Republic was most popular, and various cultural trends were also
When it was most prevalent, it was precisely because of this lack of spirit that created the soil for poetry to become popular. Throughout the early 1980s, it was almost people like Gu Cheng, Yi Shu, and Bei Dao who dominated the world. In particular, Mengwu poetry was almost completely popular in the 1980s.
's literary world.
Of course, Xue Xiang never thought about piracy of these people's poems, not because he didn't want to pretend to be thirteen, but because he really had no use for it. Because he was determined to have an official career and was unwilling and unable to get involved in the literary world, not to mention poetry.
It is most easily misinterpreted, and politicians must be especially careful.
For example, Su Dabeard's "Wutai Poetry" almost didn't lead to death. Besides, Xue Xiang didn't want to be famous at all, and he had such a reputation for deceiving the world. Take the last time he wrote "a generation"
In other words, if it were not for a sensational need, Xue Xiang would not steal it.
And now, there is no need to steal, because it is January 1979, and there is still some time before the cultural trend of the early 1980s. In addition, the paper publications of the Republic at this time are simply not available.
Before he could turn around, most print media were still promoting the same old tactics. It was enough for Xue Xiang to use those works that had been popular in the literary world in the 1920s and 1930s to cope with the current crisis.
Having said this, you may ask, haven't those antique things been known to everyone for a long time? Will the things that Xue Xiang moved out of the street now work? The answer is: it works!
The reason for this is that there is no escape from the factors of catastrophe. At that time, not only the poems of Xu Zhimo and others, but also the lyrical prose of Shu Qingchun and Shen Yanbing were all denounced as decadent music and petty bourgeoisie JJ sentiment, but now the catastrophe
It was only two or three years after the end. The zz field has corrected the chaos, but the cultural field has not yet completely broken the ice.
Most of today's college students are born in 1956, and their daily extracurricular readings cannot escape the scope of red books. Even those who know the famous works of the 1920s and 1930s are probably the result of word of mouth.
Hard to find paper books at all.
Therefore, Xue Xiang told everyone that the poems and articles selected by everyone are naturally extremely attractive to current readers, especially young students, and they are actually the right medicine. As mentioned earlier, the works of the literary giants of the 1920s and 30s are difficult to read.
Collect, but now Xue Xiang gathers
Li Li, Wang Yan and others are all uncles and aunts in their thirties and forties who play with pens. Young people rarely hear about those famous poems and heroic articles, but most of these people have experienced that period, so they are naturally familiar with them.
Searching out a few articles is easy.
A group of people worked separately, and Xue Xiang naturally couldn't be idle. Li Li and Xia Yu were responsible for poetry and prose. As for the remaining old stereotypes, there were mountains and seas in the office at all times, so there was no need to collect them;
The only section of daily life knowledge was left with no one in charge, so it was naturally taken over by Xue Xiang.
It can be said that Xue Xiang is very good at dealing with this kind of "Little Common Sense of Life", which is considered novel nowadays but has become outdated in later generations. He wrote several short articles based on the current season, most of which are about how to prevent freezing and how to judge the thickness of the ice layer.
How to eliminate carbon monoxide when heating indoors, etc., are all common sense in daily life that adapt to the situation.
Xue Xiang's writing was flying at a rapid pace, and the others were also waiting for him. In just three hours, all the manuscripts from all parties were in Xue Xiang's hands. Xue Xiang glanced at it and found Xu Zhimo's "Farewell to Cambridge"
, "Gossips in Fei Leng Cui Mountain", "Rain Alley" by Dai Wangshu, thank you
Wanying's "Little Orange Lantern", Shu Qingchun's "Winter in Jinan", etc. are all masterpieces handed down from generation to generation. Of course, there are few duplicates among them. However, after eliminating the duplicates and sorting them out, there are still 20 short pieces to cope with.
One issue of "Clover" is more than enough.
Xue Xiang raised his hand to look at his watch. It was almost nine o'clock. On the entire floor, only this office was still lit. "Everyone did a great job, so I won't say thank you. We will see the performance in three days. Come on, Lao Li.
Sister Wang, you guys should go back and rest first. Lao Xia, thank you for your hard work and leading other comrades from the publishing house to work overtime. When you go back and evaluate the progress, it will be yours."
Xue Xiang is a guy who keeps his promises. Seeing that everyone has completed the task, he naturally wants to fulfill his promise.
Unexpectedly, the few cadres who had previously been aggrieved and lamented that they were unlucky to have been arrested now all expressed their unwillingness to leave.
"Secretary, look at what you said. If you, the leader, don't withdraw, how can I, a soldier, have no reason to withdraw first?" When he heard the word "Secretary" without his surname, he knew it was Li Li.
"Director Li is right. If I were to work with other leaders, I, Wang Yan, might not have to run away after finishing my errands. But although you, Secretary Xue, are young, you are a down-to-earth and hard-working person. I am happy to work with you."
Son." The speaker was Wang Yan, the lesbian who was assigned to manage logistics by Xue Xiang last time. Wang Yan is in her early forties, has short hair, speaks and does things in a fickle manner, and has an outspoken personality.
"Section Chief Wang said it well. Secretary Xue, I would like to work with you, so don't refuse. Although we can't help much with the work of the publishing house, there is no one who can't do the typesetting work, and there are many people."
What a role." This was also the cadre mentioned by Xue Xiang that day, Qiu Ming, who was in charge of material and editing.
"………….."
Everyone had the same attitude, Xue Xiang stopped nagging and immediately agreed.
He was good at typesetting and printing, and naturally he didn't want to do stupid things like a layman instructing an expert, so he gave Xia Yu full responsibility for scheduling and arrangements. He then walked out and went straight to the school cafeteria. At this time, the cafeteria was closed, so
Xue Xiang has an acquaintance here, the man in the white coat who was slapped by Ma K that day.
He came here to prepare food and heating braziers for everyone. After all, it was a cold day now, and no one had eaten dinner. Besides, it was the coldest in the middle of the night, and he didn't know what time this busy work would last.
Essential.
Xue Xiang came suddenly, but Bai Daco was overjoyed. Although the horse never appeared again, Bai Daco was still inexplicably grateful to Xue Xiang, not because Xue Xiang gave him a huge medical fee, but because Xue Xiang helped him repay his eternal life.
Revenge that cannot be avenged - throwing the horse downstairs.
Therefore, when he met Xue Xiang, he ran up to him in a white coat.
Xue Xiang explained his intention, and Bai Daco agreed without saying a word. It turned out that he was still a small steward in the canteen, and he was quite authoritative. Seeing that Xue Xiang was in a hurry, Bai Daco immediately started to stir up several chefs who were already lying down.
, busy in the kitchen for half an hour
After a while, two pots of pork stew, one pot of hot steamed buns, and a pot of charcoal fire were ready. Xue Xiang was not polite and asked everyone to help move it to the office. Before leaving, Xue Xiang passed a stack of money in his big white coat.
Tickets, after all, the canteen is public and not private.
Who would want to give up the white coat? He said he still had the few dollars, so he would put it down himself as a chance to thank him. After saying that, he left with a cigarette.
Everyone ate hot meals and warm charcoal fires, feeling hungry and cold. After the meal, everyone immediately went to the printing room next door to work without taking a rest.!~!