"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, smashing the wall at noon is affecting your rest."
"Hey, I'm not here to pick a fight, I just want to talk to you about our troubled house."
"You say it and I listen."
Sun Ankang nodded, pointed to the row of eaves tiles above his head and said: "Our abandoned houses are all connected. You have to be careful when you break ground, otherwise you are afraid that one place will collapse and then everywhere will collapse."
"
"Understood, I just dug a window on the west wall. I have no choice but to make the light in this room too dark and not ventilated. I can't even get out even if I smoke a cigarette for a long time.
The weather is getting warmer now, but there is a bit of wind blowing outside, but I can’t feel anything in the house.”
"Um."
Sun Ankang nodded again, but his eyes were fixed on the pile of live cement in the courtyard.
"Uncle Sun, please shovel the two pieces of iron and lift them back for use."
"Hey! It's not easy to buy this thing. I just... the stove at home is cracked, and I want to borrow an iron to lift the cement and plug it back in."
"What do you want to borrow or not? I don't understand. Just take it home and use it."
Zhou Wenzhong picked up the iron lever at the courtyard wall, "Stab it..." shoveled an iron lever and handed it over to the cement.
"Is this...appropriate?"
"Take it and use it! If it's not enough, you can come back. Hurry up, Uncle Sun, do you think I'm tired of holding the iron and lifting my arm?"
"That's what I said. I'll bring your iron hammer back in a moment."
"Don't worry, this is what the street office does."
Sun Ankang held the cigarette in his mouth, took the iron lift from Zhou Wenzhong and walked out of the courtyard.
Zhou Wenzhong closed the door and sat on a stool in the courtyard. He listened to the sound of Lao Zhou using a small hammer to crack holes in the wall. He made a cup of tea and held a 34-centimeter piece of Codonopsis pilosula in his mouth. He took out the ancient book on Tan's cuisine.
Reading through.
Two hours later, Zhou Wenzhong was awakened by the sound of the courtyard door. He closed the book and rubbed his temples, trying to digest the knowledge in the book.
"squeak…"
"Since you three are back, go into the house and help. The cement strips in the yard have been there for 2 days and 1 night. Hurry up and carry them into the house and stuff them into the wall!"
The two brothers Yan Jiefang bent down and walked into the house carrying cement bars from the ground.
"Lao Yan, please wait a moment."
Yan Bugui appeared in front of Zhou Wenzhong obediently, hunching slightly.
"Huh...how is the old lady doing now?"
"We sent her to Union Medical College Hospital. The doctor said that the old lady was vomiting blood, which should be caused by blood attacking the heart. It's not clear yet whether it's a respiratory or digestive system problem. They said it was some kind of stress disease. She has already been treated.
After the dialysis needle was administered, the old lady was able to open her eyes and speak when we left."
"Well, I'm relieved to hear the news that her condition is stable. Let's go inside and work."
Zhou Wenzhong waved his hand and picked up the tea cup and took a sip. Yan Bugui walked to the main room very wisely and helped his two sons lift the cement bars. Zhou Wenzhong stood outside the door and watched for a while. After explaining the work tasks for this afternoon, there was no
Ignoring Zhou Deming, he directly opened the courtyard door and went out for a walk, holding his hands behind his back.
“The mountains are beautiful, the water is beautiful, the sun is high, it’s great, and the wind is blowing.
I was thinking about her with all my heart, and I was so anxious.
For the sake of the one I love, I can’t sleep,
I'm just afraid I can't find her and call me..."
Zhou Wenzhong walked around for a long time without any destination, and finally stopped at the door of "Xinhua Bookstore".
"It seems there is guidance somewhere." With a sigh, Zhou Wenzhong opened the door and walked in.
From the moment he walked in, Zhou Wenzhong took his sights on the plump female salesperson at the counter. She was 20 years old and had a long braid. She had a fair face. She had fleshy cheeks and a round nose. She was wearing a white coat-style work uniform.
Prevent the book from getting dirty.
These days, those who sell steamed buns wear the same work clothes as those who prescribe medicine and injections. The main difference is the style of the hat on their head.
"Comrade, are you here to buy books or apply for a library card?"
Zhou Wenzhong showed a smile that he thought was handsome, put his left hand in his trouser pocket, and rested his right elbow on the wooden board of the counter.
"That's fine. I'll do whatever you want me to do. I've already entered your workplace, so I'll just follow your arrangements."
The female administrator didn't understand the teasing in Zhou Wenzhong's words, and pointed to the white paper on the counter board and explained: "If you are here to apply for a library card, as long as you are not applying for a Class A library card, you only need to issue a work permit.
."
"How to apply for Class A? Money is not an issue. I just like to apply for the highest level."
The administrator patiently explained: "The application for a Class A library card requires a certificate from the work unit. It mainly serves comrades who are preparing to take the college entrance examination, because Class A books involve related confidentiality, for example, preparing to take the entrance examination to a medical university.
For comrades, there are relevant medical records in the Class A book for reference. This has nothing to do with the amount of money."
Zhou Wenzhong looked at the administrator's round chin and said, "Oh. Since it has nothing to do with money, then I will buy books."
"what name?"
"My name is Zhou Wenzhong, comrade, what is your name?"
"Xu...I asked you what the name of the book you bought is."
The librarian, who was almost bypassed by Zhou Wenzhong, soon discovered the flaw in his words.
"Haha...what book do you think I should read?"
After Zhou Wenzhong said this, he took out his pocket watch from his pocket, opened the watch cover and looked at the time under her gaze. After putting it in his pocket, he took out the brand new red gold fountain pen, unscrewed the pen cap and looked at it, 1 word
I didn’t even write anything, so I put the pen in my trouser pocket again.
The administrator was a little confused by Zhou Wenzhong's showmanship and couldn't figure out what the man in front of him meant.
"Comrade, what book do you want to buy?"
"What kind of books are not easy to sell here? I will buy that kind. I will buy some and give them to my friends."
The administrator's patience seemed to be exhausted, and his tone of voice also changed somewhat.
"The books here are all easy to sell! What book do you want to buy?"
"Don't be angry. Anger can easily damage the liver and lungs. It can also accelerate aging and cause stains."
"If you don't buy it, get out!"
"Urgent again. Comrade administrator, do you like eating fish maw?"
"Um?"
The female administrator was stunned for a moment, thinking that there was a smell in her mouth, so she subconsciously stretched out her left hand and breathed "ha" in front of her mouth.
"I'm not talking about the Sichuan peppercorns in the aniseed. I'm talking about the fish maw in Haibazhen. It's also called fish maw and also called sea ginseng. It's the flower of the flower and the glue of the rubber. This precious ingredient is very suitable for women to eat.
It has the effect of nourishing blood and stopping bleeding, nourishing yin and nourishing the skin. I am currently researching a fish maw dish that is most suitable for lesbians. I wonder if you can be my first taster? I am looking forward to your honest comments."
Before the female administrator could answer, a middle-aged woman walked quickly from the corridor and shouted: "Xiao Xu, please go to the lounge and take a look. Your daughter is so hungry that she is crying."
"I'll go now. You can keep an eye on me for a while. This comrade is here to buy books."
"go Go."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
Seeing the handsome administrator running away in a hurry, Zhou Wenzhong shook his head helplessly and curled his lips, feeling a sense of loss in his heart. He never expected that such a young woman had already given birth to a child. How could she possibly reason with him?
"Comrade, what book do you want to buy?"
Zhou Wenzhong looked at the middle-aged and elderly women in their 40s in front of him, and replied with a slumped face and an expressionless expression: "The great man went to Anyuan to paint, the founding ceremony was painted, and the great man painted in Jinggangshan."
"It's 14 cents each. Are there any requirements for the publisher?"
"Shanghai People's Fine Arts Publishing House."
"Okay, what else do you need?"
"Um…"
Zhou Wenzhong clicked his fingers and thought for a while before replying: "Bring me two more books. I want to supplement my cultural knowledge. Here's the "Militia Training Manual" and the "Militia Mine Demolition Textbook."
"It's 2 cents per copy. Do you have any requirements for the publisher?"
"I want the training manual, the one printed in 1 edition from Youth Publishing House. I want the mine textbook, the trial version edited by the Engineer Corps Headquarters."
"The total is 8 cents and 6 cents."
Zhou Wenzhong took out Zhang Dahei's gift and handed it to him. After waiting for 2 minutes, he took the calligraphy and painting and the change.
"Study hard and make progress every day! Young comrades must study more."
Zhou Wenzhong rolled his eyes and ignored the old lady. He opened the door and walked out, and saw a Venus Photo Studio across the road.
The cameraman who was busy sweeping the floor in the room saw someone pushing the door open and asked without raising his head: "What are you taking, comrade?"
After Zhou Wenzhong entered the door, he casually looked around at the small shop of more than 20 square meters.
"The kind of photo you use on your work permit, with your eyes open."
"I understand, but I have to make it clear to you first. One edition is for 4 photos, and I will not refund the remaining photos."
"good."
"Pay 80 cents first and come back to pick up the photos after 5 days."
"good."
The photographer took the money and raised his hand to signal Zhou Wenzhong to go into the back room and sit down. He took out a Shanghai 58-2 camera wrapped in leather from the glass counter.
"Is your camera expensive?"
"When it was new two years ago, it sold for 462 yuan. The price should be cheaper now. It's a fake 135 rangefinder Leica camera. It's a public item."
"oh."
"Comrade, don't move your head, put your hands on your knees and sit up straight."
The photographer pressed the shutter, then turned the knob to reset, and finally aimed at Zhou Wenzhong.
"Didn't you take a photo just now? Besides, I was just taking a profile picture, and you asked me to put my hands on my knees."
"Get used to it. There is new film in the camera, so the first two pictures cannot be used. Stop talking, comrade, keep your eyes wide open, and keep your posture and don't move."
"alright."
The photographer put away the camera and walked back to the counter, lowered his head and wrote a note and handed it to Zhou Wenzhong along with the receipt.
"I'll see the note and the photo in 5 days. Keep the receipt and I'll reimburse you when you get to the unit."
"Yes, thank you."
"Serve the people, see you again."
Zhou Wenzhong collected the note and left the photo studio and headed home, mentally wondering what Yi Zhonghai was thinking about whether he would buy those things or not.