Ping County Cultural Bureau.

He Ping arrived at the gate early. Yesterday, Director Yu asked him to come here in the next day or two. He happened to have little trouble recently, so he came here.

The guard was more serious. He Ping said that he had made an appointment with the director, and the uncle said that it was just right that the director would come.

He Ping could only wait at the gate. After eight o'clock, he saw Yu Zhiyong riding his bicycle from a distance.

"Director Yu."

"Comrade He Ping."

The two greeted each other, and Yu Zhiyong enthusiastically took He Ping to the office.

Yu Zhiyong is a veteran and has a straightforward and outgoing personality. After a few words, He Ping felt that this person was very fond of his taste.

“Have any new work been released recently?”

"The manuscript has been submitted, and there has not been a reply yet."

"Okay, wait for your good news. How about it? Are there any difficulties in life? You Director Mao told me that it is not easy to live in the countryside alone. You have to take care of your children, do farm work, and devote yourself to creating."

"The conditions are much better now, and the commune has solved many difficulties." He Ping did not have the intention to get rewards or subsidies when he came here this time. He came today mainly because he had another thing to see if he could ask Yu Zhiyong to help.

"That's good! Yesterday I found several of your novels overnight and read them. You are young and promising. It is the period when the energy of literary creation is the most vigorous. We must cherish this period."

"It must be certain."

"It is not easy to produce a writer in Ping County, but it is even more difficult to have a little reputation. The last one happened almost twenty years ago. You met him yesterday, Comrade Wang Changtian from our county."

It seemed that he knew what He Ping was concerned about, Yu Zhiyong took the initiative to say it before He Ping could ask.

"It's a pity that I delayed too many people a few years ago, and now my creative talent is not as good as before. So, Comrade He Ping, you must cherish this talent and write more good works that can be passed down to future generations."

Yu Zhiyong's words were quite subtle, but He Ping probably understood that Yu Zhiyong must be very dissatisfied with Wang Changtian, but because Wang Changtian's qualifications were too old, I'm afraid he would not be able to do anything to him for a while.

He Ping didn't think he had to let Wang Changtian do anything. Yesterday, Wang Changtian and his colleagues put him on the stage and besieged him, and he scolded him afterwards. The only pity was that the atmosphere was ruined by such people.

Yu Zhiyong talked about the topic of inviting He Ping to join the Writers Association again. He Ping politely declined. If someone like Wang Changtian is beaten to death, he will not join the Writers Association.

Yu Zhiyong was probably prepared and did not speak out again, but said that he would talk about the right opportunity in the future.

He Ping understood what he meant. After this incident, Yu Zhiyong saw Wang Changtian's ugly face, a man of the yin and yang, and his two-faced man. Although he could not take his position in the Writers Association for a while, it was still easy to undermine him. After the position was successfully handed over, he would naturally invite He Ping to join again.

He Ping remembered what he saw at school yesterday and said to Yu Zhiyong: "Director Yu, I want to ask you for help if you have such a thing."

He Ping told Dingtun Primary School all the things he had said.

After hearing this, Yu Zhiyong sighed and said with some remorse: "Comrade He Ping, you are intent. This is a dereliction of duty in our work. Although the education is not my supervisor, culture and education are not divided. We are responsible for the lack of teaching staff in rural primary schools below. It's just that teaching has just resumed in the past two years, and our energy and resources are indeed very limited."

"I also know that the conditions are very difficult nowadays, both urban and rural areas. But I think the basic teaching conditions for children should be guaranteed. I don't know other leaders. I hope you can help you. I won't make you embarrassed. As long as you can solve some of the desks and chairs for children, I can personally share some of them."

Yu Zhiyong admired He Ping's statement very much. A smile appeared on his face that was originally embarrassed, "Comrade He Ping, you can laugh. You, the people, can have such awareness. How can we public servants fall behind?"

"In this way, the county library has a batch of old tables and chairs, which I had to communicate with the Education Bureau to various middle schools. I'll ask you to come with you, and you can pick one, and our Cultural Bureau donated thirty sets to Dingtun Primary School."

He Ping estimated that he saw that each class was short of tables and chairs in one or two rows behind. Thirty sets should be enough. If not enough, he would have to pay some more money himself!

"Thank you so much, Director Yu, on behalf of all the teachers and students of Dingtun Primary School, I would like to express my gratitude to you." He Ping excitedly held Yu Zhiyong's hand and shook it hard.

"Comrade He Ping, don't say that. It's because we, the public servants of the people, have dereliction of duty. I hope you can understand the difficulties in our work."

“Understanding.”

He Ping said goodbye to Yu Zhiyong with great gratitude and followed Xu Guangde, the director of the Cultural Bureau’s office, to the county library.

The county library is located on the west side of the government. He Ping passed by when he first entered Ping County.

With Yu Zhiyong's explanation, Xu Guangde did not dare to neglect. When he arrived at the library, he told the director about the situation. The director took He Ping to a warehouse, which were filled with old tables and chairs that were eliminated from the county library.

It is said to be old tables and chairs, but for the library, He Ping went up and touched the materials, which were all real water beads. Many tables and chairs are intact except for the engravings that are not very moral.

He Ping was overjoyed and spent more than half an hour picking and picking up thirty sets of tables and chairs.

The director called a young man to help He Ping transport it to the hall. He Ping said to the director and was about to go back to Hantun to call two cars to pull the tables and chairs away.

He went to the Cultural Bureau to beg for alms today just to make a temporary decision. He really never thought Director Yu was so powerful.

He rushed back to Hantun all the way, and near noon, He Ping went straight to the old captain's house.

The old captain was having lunch when he learned that He Ping had asked the director of the Cultural Bureau for thirty sets of tables and chairs, and slapped He Ping on the shoulder.

"Good boy, that's that! This cultural person is better than our old hats and runs his legs. You don't know how many times our brigade captains have gone to H County, Commune for the sake of elementary school."

The old captain was in a high mood and didn't even bother to eat. "Go and get a car."

The old captain got the donkey cart, called a mule cart in the team, and set off.

The sound of "hiahia" driving along the way showed his excitement. When he arrived at the local area, the old captain stepped forward and held the young library guarding the tables and chairs, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank the government, thank the Cultural Bureau, and the leaders of the library..."

He almost vomited lunch when he shook the young man, but He Ping stopped him, "Old Captain, it's almost enough. If you squirt someone, you'll be more important. If you squirt, the table and chair matter."

The old captain realized, "Yes, move tables and chairs first. The fourth brother, what are you doing? Move things quickly."

Thirty sets of tables and chairs, and four of them moved into the car in a short while and were tightly clothed with hemp ropes.

Xu Guangde's mission was completed, and he left when He Ping went to inform the team. He Ping once again expressed his gratitude to the library director and the young young man who helped him. He chatted for a few more words and learned about the director's name, Xin Shoucheng.
Chapter completed!