After returning home on May Day, He Ping racked his brains to write a letter to "Chinese Youth" magazine as he promised Mao Chunhua. The core content of the letter was the demand for later generations of toxic chicken soup Maslow. The first time he did not borrow a "mobile phone" to create, He Ping had no idea at all. Anyway, he had done what he promised Mao Chunhua, and whether or not the magazine was published was not his business.

On this day, He Ping was squatting outside the chicken coop to pack the eggs. The old captain led the two of them into the chicken farm.

"He Ping, are you there?"

The old captain shouted at the silence. He Ping suspected that the old man had either eyes or ears. He was squatting here, and he was still shouting so loudly.

"What's going on here? What's the matter? Old Captain." He Ping stood up and said.

"The reporter from the regional newspaper is here and said he wants to interview you." The old captain's tone was very subtle. He Ping felt that the old man must be jealous of someone coming to interview him.

At the same time, he was also surprised that a reporter was coming to interview me?

I haven't done anything illegal recently. I have anything worth reporting on. He turned his attention to the reporter behind the old captain.

The one who looked like a man in his thirties was wearing a Zhongshan suit and a pen on his chest, which looked more like an agency cadre; the one who fell behind the middle-aged man was a young woman with short hair with ears and ears, which seemed to have just graduated.

"These two are comrades from Yingcheng Daily."

"This is Comrade He Ping from our Hantun."

The old captain briefly introduced both sides, and He Ping immediately stretched out his hand, "Welcome, welcome two reporters to our Hantun chicken farm."

"Hello Comrade He Ping, my name is Sun Zhimin. This is my comrade Zhang Lei." After the man in Zhongshan dressed himself introduced himself, he introduced the young woman around him.

"Hello, two reporters, our chicken farm is a bit messy, and there is no place to entertain you. Let's go to my house, my house is not far from here."

He Ping said that, and led the two of them out, and the old captain followed behind.

"What are you doing with me?"

"Supervise you."

This old man!

"Come on, please sit down, two reporters." He Ping took the two reporters to the pavilion, poured two glasses of water into the house and brought them over.

"Comrade He Ping, don't worry, let's talk about some serious business." Sun Zhimin said.

"Okay. I'm quite puzzled. Why do you think of interviewing me?"

Sun Zhimin explained: "We heard that there was a writer in Ping County who was rooted in the countryside and enthusiastic about rural education, so we came here specially and planned to interview you."

He Ping didn't expect that now, his reputation had already spread to Yingcheng, and he was unconsciously a little bit arrogant.

However, he still had a string in his heart and pointed his eyes at the old captain.

The old captain whispered: "I have greeted me in the commune, it's okay."

Since he came through the commune, he must have passed the approval of his future father-in-law. He Ping felt relieved and said happily: "Oh, I really didn't expect this. Then where can we start? You are going to ask something."

Sun Zhimin said: "It's okay, let's talk briefly first. You don't have to be nervous when you relax. Just treat it as a daily chat. I'll make an outline after the chat and you can answer the questions according to the questions."

"good."

"Let me introduce my situation first. We don't know much about you." The interview was obviously dominated by Sun Zhimin. The little girl behind him was carrying a camera, which should be taking photos.

"My name is He Ping. I am 26 years old this year. I am now an ordinary member of the Hantun Production Brigade of Hongqi Commune, Ping County. I have a ten-year-old son at home and I am currently unmarried."

"I interrupted. You said you are unmarried now, but you have a ten-year-old son at home. That's the case?" Sun Zhimin immediately heard the point in He Ping's speech.

"I'll talk about this." Before He Ping could speak, the old captain said first.

He Ping thought to myself that I knew that old man, you are not at ease and you really want to have a free interview.

"He Ping's son is Xiao Zhu'er, and he is an orphan in our team. He Ping met when he first settled in Hantun. The father and father got along well, and later He Ping adopted Xiao Zhu'er."

"So that's the case. I didn't expect that Comrade He Ping, you are still so loving." Sun Zhimin praised. The young woman behind him looked at He Ping also changed.

"Don't say that, this is all the fate of our father and father, so I'll continue?"

"You said you said."

"I am an educated youth who settled in Hantun. I am a young man in the city. I don't have any diligence in my body and grains. When I first came to Hantun, I made a lot of jokes. Later, I was really embarrassed and I had the idea of ​​submitting articles. We are particularly grateful to our captain for this. When our captain heard that I wanted to write novels, he gave me his pen without saying a word and several stacks of letter paper. It was these things that helped me complete the creation of the first novel in my life."

Who is He Ping? He is shitting in a cottage... Bah, it's his life motto. Anyway, if you have a father-in-law, just close your eyes and stutter and blow. By the way, you also praise the old captain. The old man is soft and not hard, and give him some nice words, so he can do better when he gets tricked next time.

He Ping's few words made the old captain very useful. He didn't care about this little brat in vain. Finally, he knew how to give himself a long face in front of the reporter.

"It seems that your success cannot be separated from the help of the production team." Sun Zhimin said.

"It's not just the production team, but also our commune. If others don't say it, just say Director Mao of our commune. By the way, he is County Magistrate Mao now. That's a rare honest official. Good official. Our old captain went to the commune to report my situation. When County Magistrate heard about my situation, he immediately sent me a subsidy of dozens of yuan without saying anything..."

He Ping completely ignored the old captain's wink and eyes. In the end, the old captain had no choice but to take out the cigarette pot and knock it hard on the table.

He Ping subconsciously shrank for a moment, and it was almost conditioned reflex.

The old captain stared at He Ping. He had seen shameless people, but had never seen such shameless people. Is this kid really shameless? No matter what the real or fake, you just say that County Magistrate Mao was pitiful to you, a bachelor, and even gave it to you a wife, or his biological daughter.

With the old captain supervising the battle, He Ping had to restrain his arrogance. Otherwise, these journalists who have not yet learned to eat RX steamed buns these days would not be able to tell the truth about the truth.

The Sun Zhi and He Ping chatted for more than two hours. After the chat, they listed some questions based on the chat records and asked He Ping to answer.

Finally, He Ping took some photos from all over Hantun with Zhang Lei, a young woman who had never spoken. Of course, he was also indispensable to take a few photos of He Ping, and the interview was officially over.
Chapter completed!