Jiang Yulou was so faceless that he made a group of decadent literati half dead.

These old guys quickly turned arrogance into jealousy, I've 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 ulterior secret in this!

Their eyes were red with anger, and their eyes staring at Jiang Yulou were full of anger.

Jiang Yulou directly ignored their eyes that wanted to kill, he was sure that these people would not have any major development in the future, so what was the need to pay attention?

"Young man, we are your seniors, why don't you have any respect for your seniors!"

In particular, I participated in the Literary Awards, comparing whose works are better, and not older and more senior, when did I still talk about my age?

Jiang Yulou didn't have the slightest respect for them, so he went back, "Respect is mutual, if someone wants to rely on the old and sell the old in front of me, I'm sorry, I don't eat this." ”

Just because they make trouble, stumble, and make wind and rain, still expect Jiang Yulou to maintain respect for them?

Phew, think beautifully!

An old man was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, "Vertical, it's rude!" ”

"This is all New China, are you still engaged in that set of feudal remnants? Outdated! Jiang Yulou sneered unceremoniously.

"Let's go, let's stop communicating with this guy." A few old men walked away with blushing faces.

"Cut, I want to talk to you."

The master has qualifications, works, virtues, and is polite to others, and this group of "three nos" old guys with no works, no morality, and no bearing are also worthy of him to treat each other politely?

After that, he didn't bother to associate with these people, either to communicate with writers who were also from the Northwest, or to ask those masters for advice.

Jiang Yulou looked at the signed novel in his hand, and basically all the masters attending the meeting signed for him, and he gained a lot.

So, he returned to his seat satisfied, and honestly chatted with Wang Meng on the mountain.

After the tea party, it's time for dinner.

Since their group of writers attended the ceremony at the State Guesthouse, they naturally had dinner here.

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 is noodles and steamed buns, as well as fragrant rice.

The steamed buns in the State Guesthouse are really good, the noodles are white and sufficient, unlike the white flour steamed buns of Yanda, which are said to be white noodles and bring miscellaneous grains.

Not to mention the dishes, vegetarian dishes include sauerkraut vermicelli, sliced fried radish, fried southern fried meatballs, etc., and meat dishes are even more amazing, such as small yellow croaker with sauce, tiger skin quail eggs, plum cabbage button meat, red stewed lamb chops, etc.

There are so many writers who have never heard of these dishes, let alone eating them.

Jiang Yulou had eaten it in his previous life, but even if he wanted to eat it in this life, he didn't have a chance. This time, it's the light of the writers' association

Not to mention compared to school cafeterias, even many restaurants outside can't do these styles.

Anyway, Jiang Yulou picks meat dishes to eat, and the vegetarian dishes are sandwiched a little.

He was like both, let alone the others.

Especially when I saw the plum cabbage button meat and the red stewed lamb chops, my eyes were straight.

The only thing that is a little flawed is that the plum cabbage button meat, the fat and thin are not well matched.

That fat slices naturally make people feel disgusting in modern times, but for people in this era, it's really fragrant!

After the few of them finished cooking, they naturally ate at the same table.

Jiang Yulou looked at the food in the State Guesthouse, thinking about what he ate in the county and in the village, he was the same person, why was the difference so big?

No wonder everyone has to run to the big city, otherwise where would there be a chance to eat such a meal?

If he hadn't gone to college and was still living in Shanghe Village, he wouldn't have been able to eat even if he had money.

But he still felt a little guilty about what his family had eaten in the village.

Jiang Yulou thought to himself as he shaved the rice in the bowl,

He wants to become rich quickly, and strive to buy a house in this huge Yanjing City as soon as possible and take all the family out.

The times are changing dramatically, and early contact with the frontier of change is a benefit that you can't experience in a lifetime in a small ravine.

In his previous life, he went out late, otherwise his achievements would have been higher, and his family would have lived better.

"Gollum."

It's his stomach ringing, it's been too long to eat good things, and if you don't come cold, this has a reaction.

His grandmother's is not promising, and there will be delicacies from the mountains and seas for you to enjoy in the future.

Jiang Yulou scolded himself.

He couldn't help but start imagining the future, and at the current rate of making money, maybe he would be able to take his family over next year.

By the time he graduated from college, he would have been very famous.

At this time, the university is all assigned by package, will he go to work in such and such a unit in the future, or will he concentrate on writing?

Hey, it's too far ahead, let's take care of the present.

That's when he focused his attention on what was in front of him.

Food first, think so much about what to do.

There was a commotion in the restaurant, not only the writers who came to attend the ceremony, but also the cadres of the writers' association and the judges and teachers.

After looking around, Jiang Yulou found that the writers who participated in the ceremony were all young, except for him, Wang Meng was young.

However, when I think that intellectuals are still relatively rare in this era, coupled with the catastrophe, it seems that I can understand.

It's just a pity that there are many writers who are jealous of the virtuous and capable people in this meeting, and his idea of taking this opportunity to get to know more writers can only be frustrated.

However, this time I won the award and met Wang Meng, which is not a loss.

He heard Wang Meng say that there is another benefit for the award-winning writer this time.

Jiang Yulou couldn't care about eating, and hurriedly asked, "Lao Wang, can you tell us the news?" ”

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, just a few months ago, and he was well informed.

Wang Meng is peaceful, and he doesn't mind Jiang Yulou calling him Lao Wang, but he deliberately lowered his voice: "At the end of the year, the Writers' Association intends to hold a reading class for key authors, and the first period of three months of full-time study, the place is in School D." ”

Key author reading class!

After entering this reading class, it is the one who really has a name in the hearts of the leaders, and the importance of ordinary authors is very different.

A good thing is a good thing, but it's also not a small difficulty.

Wang Meng's news is eighty percent accurate, but I don't know if he will participate?

He thought about it, but still asked implicitly: "Brother Wang, will you participate in the reading class?" ”

Wang Meng showed a little embarrassment, but still replied: "No, this time it is mainly for young writers and new writers, and 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 the time was quite long, so everyone hurried to cook.

Jiang Yulou ate the dishes on the plate cleanly, and when he put the plate, he saw a lot of leftovers in the swill bucket next to the pool.

This scene made him feel very uncomfortable.

Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road.

In the 70s, most of the peasants in the country did not have enough to eat, but some of them were already overnourished.

What a waste!

After eating, Jiang Yulou and Wang Meng separated.