Looking at Jiang Shan's confused expression, Li Ruocheng and Hu Xiao looked at each other and smiled.
"Xiao Jiang," Hu Xiao smiled. Finally, there was a time when you, the kid, couldn't get in the conversation: "This TV is not much younger than you."
Afterwards, the two of them said something to each other, and they started to feel nostalgic in front of Jiangshan.
Everyone knows that in March 1958, the 14-inch "Yanjing" brand black and white TV, known as "China's first screen", was born in Tianjing.
In fact, in the following July, Pujiang City's 17-inch "Pujiang Brand 101" black and white TV was also born.
It's a pity that it was three months late and lost the treatment of a legitimate son.
However, its value has increased with the operation of Pujiang.
Because there were only 30 picture tubes at the time, the Pujiang Broadcasting Equipment Factory completely stopped production after the 30th "Pujiang 101" TV was produced.
Therefore, the factory labeled these 30 black-and-white TVs and the 70 imported TVs previously purchased with serial numbers.
These 100 black and white TV sets are the earliest TV sets in Pujiang.
From No. 70 onwards, there is the more precious "Pujiang 101".
Jiang Shan silently recalled the numbers they just mentioned, one was 81 and the other was 78.
When I looked at the two of them again, I felt like I was seeing my long-lost relatives.
"Let's go," Hu Xiao patted Jiang Shan's shoulder without leaving a trace:
"I have to go back and change the lyrics quickly. After you return to Pujiang, I can go to the cinema to watch your line."
Looking at Li Ruocheng again, the old man had already sat down to eat, without even looking at him: "Why don't you go back and see Xiaobai."
Jiang Shan then remembered the two children and hurried back to the house.
When he saw Jiang Xiaoyu and Jiang Xiaobai sleeping in an upper bunk bed and a lower bunk bed with their faces flushed red, they heaved a sigh of relief.
There are not many more children like this.
Picking up a pile of drawings on the desk, Jiang Shan gently closed the door to the back room.
Then, with a paintbrush in my right hand and a red medium in my left hand, I quickly entered the world of my own little book.
[After Kongming finished speaking, he ordered Tong'er to take out a scroll painting, hang it in the middle hall, and said to Liu Bei: "This map of the fifty-four states of Xichuan...]
Today, it’s my turn to draw this text.
When Jiang Shan painted "The Battle of Red Cliff", he paid great attention to one detail. Bamboo slips and paper will appear simultaneously in this little book.
At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, paper had been invented, but it had not yet been gradually popularized.
At this time, bamboo slips were still widely used, and they were the same during the Three Kingdoms period.
It was not until the Sui and Tang Dynasties that paper basically replaced bamboo slips.
Therefore, as long as the copy mentions maps and scrolls, it is either drawing paper or drawing skin.
The rest are either bamboo slips or wooden slips.
Time passed by, and Jiangshan never stopped painting for a whole afternoon.
Jiang Xiaoyu and Jiang Xiaobai have become accustomed to the appearance of their third uncle when he is creating.
Everyone should read books when they should, and play with toys when they should.
Jiang Xiaobai held a square iron can with a big white rabbit on the surface and stood silently in front of his third uncle.
Jiang Shanyan didn't even move, and after taking it, he helped the child open the lid of the box.
There was only one piece of pine nut mooncake left, and I started to eat it.
…
Starting tonight, Jiangshan no longer needs to take care of the work in the printing factory.
Director Gu personally wrote a letter of secondment, and Jiang Haijue stamped it without any hesitation.
Secondments between public institutions are very common.
One side wants people, the other side lets them go, and there is a tacit understanding that is reasonable and consistent.
The moon is waxing and waning, and the sky is getting cooler.
In the hut, Jiangshan slept on the upper bunk. After putting down an ashtray, he quickly closed the window completely.
"Second brother, what time is it? I'm still not sleeping."
Jiang Shan was on the upper bunk, holding his head and looking at Jiang He who was sitting at the desk, still very involved in painting.
"You go to sleep first. At 7 o'clock tomorrow morning, my elder brother will take you to the train station by bike."
Although Lao San had told himself that he could take out the boxes of drawings under the bed and copy them, Jiang He was still painting Lao San's pictures.
As he spoke, Jiang He's pen tip paused, as if he thought of something.
The next second, he quickly turned off the desk lamp.
It was already 11 o'clock in the evening, and only Jiangchuan's outhouse in Lao Jiang's house was still lit.
Recently, Father Jiang discovered that his youngest daughter is finally able to read books, and she is still reading day and night.
Listening to the tossing and turning on the upper bunk, Jiang He frowned: "Can't sleep?"
Jiang Shan really couldn't sleep: "Maybe I'm used to it. I've slept too much in the past two days and I really can't sleep."
"Um,"
Jiang He himself couldn't sleep. On weekdays, he was the only one left in the hut at night, and it was common for him to paint until two or three in the morning.
"Second brother,"
In the dark room, Jiang Shan's eyes were bright: "I heard from our factory director that you often go to the factory to watch movies?"
"Well," Jiang He's voice was always emotionless: "Watching a few more untranslated movies should be helpful for learning Japanese."
"Oh?" Jiang Shan didn't expect that Jiang He would have such understanding: "No one will give you a hard time, right?"
"Don't worry," Jiang He yawned: "The translation factory doesn't just know you."
Jiang Shan didn't ask any more questions. The moment he heard Jiang He yawn, he didn't even bother to raise his eyelids.
…
The next day, before six o'clock, Jiang's mother called out from the outer room: "Boss, Lao San, don't get up quickly, it's almost 7 o'clock."
Jiang Shan was so frightened that he almost fell off the bed.
Even the rivers are in disarray.
When the three brothers walked to the outer room in confusion, Jiang's mother put a pot of noodles on the table.
Jiang Chuan struggled and glanced at the small alarm clock: "Mom, what time is it? It's not even bright yet."
"What do you know, kid?" Jiang Ma scolded her as she fished for noodles: "If you leave early, you won't be in a hurry. If you leave late, you will be in vain."
"Mom," Jiang Shan also felt it was too early: "I can leave at seven o'clock."
"You're right," Jiang's father also walked out. He took this errand more seriously than his son: "You have just joined the ranks of intellectuals. You should learn more from front-line comrades."
Jiang Shan stood in the small courtyard, brushing his teeth and nodding.
Father Jiang approached him and said in a low voice: "Be careful and speak as little as possible."
Jiang Shan muttered: "Don't worry, I'm not stupid."
When Jiang Shan walked out of the house again, Li Ruocheng, who was sitting at the window reading a book, immediately took off his glasses.
Wearing a white shirt, navy blue trousers, and a navy liberation cap on his head.
Jiang Shan stood in front of him so calmly, facing the sliding window of his house, and reached out to dust off the military school bag that was slung across his body.
Then he bowed one arm forward and stretched the other arm straight back, and said loudly with a righteous face: "Uncle Li, I'm leaving."
Li Ruocheng's eyelids trembled, and he didn't know what to say for a moment: "Comrade Xiao Jiang, have a good trip."
I wasted my time wearing the Pelosi that was at the bottom of the box.
But the next second, Li Ruocheng realized that Comrade Jiang Shan was still transparent.
Jiang Hai had a panoramic view of this scene, and he rang the car bell expressionlessly: "Let's go!"
It was a smooth journey, and before 7:30, Jiang Hai sent Jiang Shan to the train station.
In 1978, Pujiang Railway Station already had electronic display screens.
Jiang Shan looked at it several times, and actually it was hanging high for a long time.
I couldn't help but secretly admire the powerful Iron Boss.
