wavenovel Chapter 29 Bloodhound
Chapter 29 Bloodhound
Hu Yuling enthusiastically offered to give him several sets of military uniforms.
Chen Tuo watched the four people leave the Xiaoyangqi educated youth settlement.
With tonight's Tallaha and Fish Dragon Gathering.
He thus truly became the link between Chen Tuo, a group of educated youth in the Songling area and Xiaoyangqi educated youth settlement.
The direct witnesses are Sun Changkui and his wife, Wu Laowai, and Hong Ye.
Indirect witnesses include several forest farm directors in Songling, Xiao Kai, head of the logistics section of the Forestry Bureau, and Chu Maolin, deputy head of the security section.
Besides witness testimony, his slightly worn, standard-issue cold-region cotton-padded coat can also serve as physical evidence.
After memorizing the detailed diary entries, Chen Tuo also had the "New Life" notebook given to him by Fang Miao, a veteran from Shanghai, as another important piece of evidence.
The issue of identity was resolved through witness testimony and physical evidence.
Chen Tuo, who hadn't slept for two days and one night, wanted to go to sleep for a while.
As a result, I couldn't fall asleep at all while lying in bed.
The primal rage continues to surge in waves.
While he could still sit still, he got up, spread out his manuscript paper, and began writing the fish-catching diary that already had a title.
After finishing "The Story of Fishing," he wrote about the Wolverines and Weasels in the Forest Area, followed by the Wolf Pack and Otters in the Hetao Plain.
Writing essays and miscellaneous notes by imitation is not much more difficult than plagiarizing poetry.
Moreover, Chen Tuo has real-life experiences as a framework, making the writing process even simpler.
He can easily write five or six thousand words.
Based on current approximate royalties, an essay or miscellaneous note can earn you about fifty to one hundred yuan.
When writing about the wolf pack in the Hetao region, the little red-haired puppy started whining again for food.
Picking up a piece of frozen otter blood and letting Red Fur lick it, Chen Tuo thought of a movie called "Blood Wolf Dog".
Because of his work, he is particularly familiar with works that have been adapted into film and television dramas.
I already had a mental image of it, and then I added a blood-fed little red puppy.
Chen Tuo found the beginning of Blood Wolfhound particularly easy to write.
But when writing about life, Chen Tuo's pen paused on the manuscript paper.
Blood Wolfhound is not a novel; its prototype is Zhu Guangsheng, the Dog King of Northwest China.
There was a dog right in front of Chen Tuo.
Zhu Guangsheng, the "Dog King," is a common profession in the Songling Forest Area, where many forest rangers work.
However, Chen Tuo had only heard about the current life and had never truly experienced it.
This is due to a lack of relevant experience and sufficient life experience.
Following the movie plot is not impossible, but it doesn't stand up to scrutiny.
This is also why Chen Tuo started writing poetry.
Poets are romantics, so many poets detach themselves from real life.
People who read poetry are also romantics; many of them want to escape from life.
Therefore, poems can be made up, but medium-length and long novels cannot.
I tried my best to recall every detail of the past two days, but I couldn't suppress the rage in my heart.
Get up and go out.
Looking at the clouds obscuring the moon in the sky.
Chen Tuo sighed softly.
Plagiarism is simple.
Plagiarism of essays and miscellaneous notes is not difficult.
However, it's quite difficult to plagiarize medium-length or long novels with substantial content.
Having a clear outline for tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even thousands of words is already quite good.
Memorizing the whole thing is too difficult!
It's difficult to write about the Northwest from the Northeast.
Even if you write it down, without the corresponding experience, you will inevitably be criticized after you become famous.
The thought that he had only been there for two days gradually calmed Chen Tuo down.
I went back to my room and finished writing the outline for the Bloodhound.
Too excited to sleep, Chen Tuo didn't force himself to.
With the red-haired puppy hanging around his neck, he began searching the educated youth settlement for supplies covered by heavy snow.
Besides the pine trees that formed small hills for firewood, there were also four or five snowdrifts resembling grave mounds in the courtyard of the educated youth settlement.
Seeing the grave, Chen Tuo was reminded of the thought, "Why is living so difficult?"
The sense of powerlessness an individual feels when facing the tide is also a reason why many people criticize life as being passive.
The film doesn't adequately portray individual struggles and resilience; instead, it depicts the wealthy living increasingly miserable lives amidst the tides of history, which clearly doesn't align with mainstream values.
A person's writing reflects their character.
The new student wrote it.
If Chen Tuo were to write another story about living, with a positive and uplifting theme, it would make the story's emotions feel thin.
Peeling back a snow-covered grave, beneath it lay a pile of irregularly shaped granite boulders.
Touching the cold, hard stone, Chen Tuo was inspired again.
Resilience amidst negativity is easily criticized.
Being resilient and proactive is in line with the main theme of development.
Whether he was emotionally detached or not was irrelevant to him; after all, what he wanted more was the royalties.
Bloodhound has already written the beginning and has an outline.
Living now has a main storyline.
The next step was to wait for the publication of "New Life" and "Eight-Fen Stamp" in Huacheng and make a name for themselves.
Then use five more lanterns to pave the road.
Then there are several essays and miscellaneous notes, including "The Story of Fishing," "Wolverine in the Forest," "Otters," and "Wolf Packs."
If all of these can be published, his life and treatment should improve.
Then, we can create the Bloodhound...
Perhaps Secretary Wei and Director Chu from Songling will come again then.
Take this opportunity to experience life there, interview a few forest rangers, and you'll have plenty of material, right?
Back in the gatehouse, after memorizing his next creative ideas, Chen Tuo continued searching for usable supplies in the courtyard of the educated youth settlement.
A pile of stones, a pile of sand and gravel, a pile of loess, a pile of logs, and a large pile of sapwood for paving, building houses, and raising poles.
The educated youth settlements didn't lack firewood; what they lacked was the experience of surviving the winter in the Xingan Mountains and the willingness to struggle for survival.
Of course, what's missing is the enthusiasm and support from the forestry workers of Songling for the educated youth who stayed behind.
In the vegetable garden behind the gatehouse, a piece of land was cleared out, stones were piled up, wooden planks were erected, and a simple smokehouse was built according to what he had seen and heard.
A bonfire was lit in the stone stove pit of the smokehouse.
Chen Tuo found a tree stump, warmed himself by the fire, teased the puppy Red Hairy, and processed the fish caught last night.
I spent another sleepless night in a state of frenzy.
The east is turning red.
Chen Tuo used the handle of a farm tool as a drying rack and hung twenty fish in the smokehouse.
When the snow-covered pine branches were pressed onto the charcoal fire, large plumes of smoke began to rise from the small educated youth settlement.
Not long after the smoke started, Sun Changkui's three sons rushed to the educated youth settlement in a great hurry.
"Uncle Chen, my parents sent me to ask you, have you given us the house?"
Hearing such an ominous question so early in the morning, Chen Tuo glanced at the rising smoke, inhaled the fragrance of pine needles filling the courtyard, and lazily asked:
"Are you the eldest son of the Sun family?"
"I'm the third brother, and these are my eldest and second eldest brothers."
"Go home and tell your parents I'm making smoked fish. The three of you can come over for some after school this afternoon..."
They offered him benefits to send away Sun Changkui's three sons.
Hong Ye came to the educated youth settlement somewhat unexpectedly.
The east was turning red, around three or four o'clock. This wasn't time to get up, but just the time when it was getting light.
"Sister Hongye, I'm smoking fish! Have you had breakfast yet? If not, come and have some fish soup with me."
Although Hong Ye showed considerable goodwill when they first met at the post office.
But Chen Tuo could tell at a glance that this chubby girl wanted something from him, and that she had quite a bit of ambition.
Because he saw through Hong Ye's ambition, he used a poem to counter the scheming behind the manuscript.
"Okay! I brought you some cilantro sprouts that I grew myself; sprinkling them into the fish soup will definitely make it look fresh and flavorful."
Seeing Hong Ye enter the gatehouse and head straight for the simple dining table.
Chen Tuo didn't stop him. He would only write down what he could write on paper, and keep what he couldn't write in his heart!
"Chen Tuo, didn't you get any rest last night? Why did you write so much? Can I take a look?"
The gatehouse of the educated youth settlement was not the Songling Post Office with its blazing stove.
Chen Tuo couldn't refuse Chong Hongye's big, bright red sweater.
Last night, while having a lavish meal at the table and chairs next to the tree stump, he didn't even take off his coat; he even buttoned up his collar perfectly...