Chapter 96 Home Visit
Wang Deming turned around and saw two middle-aged men in navy blue coats and blue khaki Zhongshan suits following Yan Bugui out of the west wing.

"Principal Zhang, Teacher Lu!"

"How come you two have time to come here today?"

Wang Deming's face was full of surprise. The two middle-aged men who came out of the third uncle's house in the west wing were none other than Principal Zhang Tianyong and Teacher Lu Qinghuan of Beijing No. 5 Middle School.

Principal Zhang and Teacher Lu laughed as they walked: "Haha, we heard that you have done something great again and written a very wonderful novel."

"How is it? Have you finished writing it?"

"People's Literature is in urgent need of excellent works in the second half of this year!"

"Editor-in-Chief Ai has approached me and Lao Lu several times, asking us to keep a close eye on our new young writers. So today, we were free so we thought of coming over to take a look. I didn't expect you guys to move."

"Haha, having you two come to our home brings honor to our humble abode!" Wang Deming turned his head to look at the closed door of his east wing, and then looked at Yan Bugui.

Yan Bugui immediately explained: "Deming, didn't Baozhen and your third aunt wash their hair and bathe with rainwater in the house before?"

"It will not be convenient after the two leaders come."

"Baozhen, please ask the two leaders to stay in my house for a while until you come back."

How to bathe in rainwater and what about the three aunts? But this is not the time to go into details.

Wang Deming shouted into the house: "Sister, I'm back."

"Can I come in now?"

He turned around with a smile and raised the leg of lamb in his hand, "Principal Zhang, Teacher Lu, you two are finally here today. My master gave me a leg of lamb."

"Let's eat mutton dumplings and drink mutton bone soup tonight and celebrate the festival together."

The door opened with a creak, and Yan Baozhen lifted the door curtain. A stream of water vapor rushed out of the door behind her, and turned into mist when it met the cold, like a gust of fairy air.

"Principal Zhang, Teacher Lu, I'm really sorry for being so inconsiderate just now."

"Deming, please invite the principal and teachers into the room. We have just cleaned up."

"Principal Zhang, Teacher Lu, please come in." Wang Deming took two steps forward and lifted the door curtain to replace Yan Baozhen.

"Comrade Baozhen, you're welcome." Principal Zhang said with a sigh, "Teacher Yan just explained to us that you took the initiative to take care of the helpless children in the middle school. Your spirit is worth learning from."

"No, no, it's just a matter of neighbors. If you see it, just lend a hand."

After entering the room, Principal Zhang and Teacher Lu first looked around the room, nodded with satisfaction, and commented: "Well, Deming, it's great that you've moved here now."

“Literature and art must never be divorced from the masses.”

"Principal Zhang, Teacher Lu, this is my study room, please." Wang Deming handed the lamb leg to Yan Baozhen, "Sister, let's make lamb dumplings and lamb bone soup tonight. And bring me some tea."

Then she smiled and nodded to the pregnant aunt next to her. At this time, a little boy in open-crotch pants heard the noise, ran out from the inner bedroom, hugged the aunt's thigh, and looked at her curiously.

The rain, the laughter of Yichun and the folk tune of "Sour jujubes, sour jujubes, leaves falling".

Yan Bugui also followed in, feeling as if he had seen a new world. The principal of No. 5 Middle School is the deputy director of the Education Bureau. He didn't expect that he would come to the opposite door!
The little girl blinked her eyes, still holding tea leaves in her hand. Upon hearing this, she quickly raised the tea can and said, "Deming, Baozhen just gave me some tea leaves to take home to entertain the leaders. I brought it back."

"Okay, thank you, Teacher Yan." Wang Deming took the tea.

"Of course, of course!" Yan Bugui nodded rapidly, looking at the lamb leg in Yan Baozhen's hand, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, "Mother, help Baozhen to chop the stuffing and make dumplings."

"So that she can handle it all by herself."

"Jie Kuang, come, Dad will take you home."

The little boy shook his head and ran back to the inner bedroom.

A hint of joy flashed in Yan Bugui's eyes, and he pretended to be helpless and followed him into the study.

Wang Deming looked back at him, frowning slightly, "Teacher Yan, would you like to help chop the stuffing?" "Oh, oh." Yan Bugui stepped out awkwardly, closed the door, turned around and ran to the lamb leg, "Baozhen, come, I'll unload the lamb leg meat, don't stretch it."

Although small, it has everything. The study room set aside by Wang Deming is only about a dozen square meters. In addition to the desk by the window piled with books and manuscripts, the bookshelf on one side is also full, and there are books piled on the sewing machine on the other side. There is also a small table and a small stool.

Principal Zhang walked to the desk and picked up a book. "Wow, the first volume of Selected Works of Mao Zedong!"

"You bought it early!"

Wang Deming moved two chairs out from the desk and asked the principal and the teacher to sit down. He then took two teacups from the bookshelf and placed them next to the two of them, then put some tea leaves in each of them.

I smiled and replied: "I have been waiting and looking forward to the publication of Selected Works of Mao since I heard that it would be published, so I have been waiting and looking forward to it since the Xinhua Bookstore received the goods."

"I quickly went to grab a few copies."

"In addition to watching it yourself, let your family and friends watch it. This is a good opportunity for us to learn!"

"Haha! That's right. Where's the manuscript? Take it out so I can have a look."

Wang Deming put the tea leaves into the bookshelf and took out the manuscript of "To Live" from a shelf on the desk. One book was already full and the second one was also more than half written.

"Principal, teacher, please give me some guidance. I'll go get the thermos."

"Yeah, yeah." Principal Zhang and Teacher Lu put their chairs side by side, put their heads together, their attention focused on the manuscript, and waved at him.

As soon as Wang Deming came out, he saw Yan Bugui standing beside the eight-immortals table, struggling with the lamb leg with a kitchen knife - he was cutting the meat, and the blue veins on his neck were popping out.

I couldn't help but remind him, "Teacher Yan, please take it easy and be careful not to cut the Eight Immortals Table with the kitchen knife."

Yan Baozhen had already taken out flour from the cupboard and started kneading the dough. The third aunt had just retrieved two large cabbages from the cellar. Upon hearing this, she snatched the kitchen knife from Yan Bugui's hand and said, "Boss, you are not suited for this kind of work. Let me do it."

Yan Bugui followed suit and handed the kitchen knife to the third aunt. He looked around awkwardly and said, "Well, Deming, you don't have a bar at home?"

"I have two bottles of the best Erguotou at home. I'll get them for you."

"How can we entertain the leaders without wine?"

"Don't!" Wang Deming hurriedly stopped Yan Bugui, "My sister will ask Jie Cheng to buy two bottles of Maotai or Fenjiu later, so you won't have to bother."

Although Yan Bugui should not use fake wine in such an occasion to entertain the principal and leaders of No. 5 Middle School, what if?
"This, that." Yan Bugui was still trying to find an excuse to stay.

Wang Deming was completely speechless and could only say, "Teacher Yan, when the dumplings are ready, I'll ask Auntie San to bring you a bowl."

"Why is this so embarrassing?"

"This"

Wang Deming picked up the thermos and the stool, turned around and looked at him coldly, "Teacher Yan, would you like to go home and rest?"

Yan Bugui had just walked to the door when he heard an excited voice coming from the study:
"it is good!"

"Deming, you write so well!"

"I can't even imagine that such a writing style would appear in the hands of a teenager like you."

"What a spicy revelation!"

“It has a bit of the flavor of Comrade Shu Qingchun’s Teahouse.”

"In his speech at the Yan'an Forum on Literature and Art, Chairman Mao proposed that our literature and art should serve the millions of working people."

“Revolutionary literature and art should create all kinds of characters based on real life to help the masses push history forward.”

".Our literature and art should describe their transformation process."

(End of this chapter)