At night in Pujiang, the spring breeze is warm, the flowers are in bloom and the moon is full.
Xu Muchun, who had just left the dinner table for a while, was called out by a phone ring at home.
"What happened,"
Director Xu, who had already got into the car, asked anxiously:
"Why did it suddenly become like this? Haven't the second half of the first batch of wish-making advertisements not been aired yet?"
Section Chief Han, who had not returned home yet, was also wondering:
"Comrades are still learning the details of the situation, but judging from the ordering call, it should be related to the new packaging of the wishing matches."
"New packaging," Xu Muchun said: "The two unified match factories use new packaging. Why is there such a reaction?"
"Bureau Xu," Section Chief Han said, "I'm talking about the new batch of packaging designed by Jiangshan."
"The kind that sells 9 boxes a piece?"
"Yes, it's the one with 9 boxes..."
At this moment, on the streets of Pujiang, a white Pujiang brand car was driving forward.
It wasn't until he drove into the No. 1 Uni-President Match Foreign Aid Factory that he opened the car door.
"Director Xu?" The director of the match factory hurriedly greeted him: "Why are you here so late?"
Xu Muchun walked forward quickly and walked into the brightly lit production workshop.
"How is it?" Xu Muchun directly talked about work: "Can you complete the plan on time?"
"There should be no problem," the factory director Hui reported: "Currently our factory employees are working overtime to catch up on production."
Xu Muchun, who was walking in the workshop, picked up a match and looked at it: "Pay attention, no matter how urgent it is, you must ensure the quality."
"You can rest assured about this," the factory director said, "Since we restarted work, our factory workers have not been so active for a long time."
"Why don't you be proactive?" the workshop director who was following him said with a smile:
"If we continue like this, let alone restoring bonuses, our overtime pay this month will be as high as that of the Pujiang Match Factory across the street."
Several factory leaders in front and behind became excited as they talked.
In fact, even if he didn't say anything, Xu Muchun also noticed it.
Every worker in the match factory workshop was rushing to get in first.
The next second, while several leaders were whispering to each other, a worker in the workshop discovered them.
"Weren't you the leader of the city bureau who came to our place last time? Why didn't that young man come with you?"
"Leader," another female comrade also noticed: "I heard that our factory's advertisement has received a particularly good response abroad."
"The new packaging designed by that little comrade is said to have been sold out. Where are the others? Why didn't they come with you this time..."
It wasn't until the matches they produced in the early stage were shipped out of the gate by carloads that the workers in the factory remembered the young man who stood in the workshop waving and shouting:
[I believe that everyone will be able to produce more and better matches, go abroad and go global.
While earning a lot of foreign exchange for the country, we also made our own small home beautiful and beautiful.】
When Xu Muchun walked out of the workshop again, his steps were obviously stronger than before.
"That is to say,"
Xu Muchun concluded: "The productivity of your two factories can be guaranteed. The biggest problem now is that the supply of new packaging can't keep up?"
"Yes, Director Xu, we have already contacted the comrades from Pujiang Packaging and Printing Factory about this matter,"
The factory director was worried about this: "But the comrades over there said that it is impossible to arrange overtime just because we are a factory."
"You don't have to worry about this, I'll go find them now,"
Section Chief Han opened the door and Xu Muchun got on the bus: "The unification of the two match factories has just begun to make some progress. No one can affect our pace of earning foreign exchange..."
…
Yanjing, Fangjiayuan.
After dark, the alley is obviously more lively than before.
In Wang Shixiang's small courtyard, a red sandalwood Eight Immortals table is filled with the owner's specialty dishes.
"How about Xiao Jiang," Wang Shixiang said with a proud smile: "Are my skills good?"
"Don't tell me, it's really not worse than the food at Tingli Restaurant,"
Jiang Shan, who was sitting in the yard, was quite pleased with this bite: "Especially this lousy fish fillet, I can eat it all by myself."
"With your words," Wang Shixiang said, "I can make one for you every day."
"That's great, I'm just waiting to eat it."
"Third brother," Jiang He took a sip of wine and asked, "Did you really take the subway today?"
"Um."
Jiang Shan felt excited when he thought about what happened during the day: "But it's not as good as the one you took today. I looked at it...it's only as long as a big braid on a bus."
"Look, I've given you a hard time," Huang Yongyu said, "Why didn't you call us this time?"
"Even I was pulled over temporarily,"
As soon as Jiang Shan came back, he said: "You didn't even see me doing that. When I saw the car going straight to ZNH, everyone was dumbfounded."
"I'd be stupid if it were me," Jiang He said, "Don't talk about going in. Just what I just said on the phone took my dad a long time to come to his senses."
"Why on earth is Lu Xuzhang looking for you?" Wang Shixiang asked curiously: "Invite you to dinner at ZNH?"
“Better than eating,”
Jiang Shan told him frankly: "We are not outsiders here, so I will tell you the truth, Mr. Lu... gave me an apartment."
As soon as these words came out, the three people sitting there were stunned!
Jiang He: "Room sharing?"
Huang Yongyu::“How big is it?”
Wang Shixiang: "From Yanjing?"
"It's a big gain this time," Jiang Shan tried his best not to laugh too loudly:
"I heard that I have found a very large apartment, but unfortunately the house is not in Yanjing, but in Xuhui, Pujiang."
Jiang Shan is actually having sex with Xu Jiahui!
"Pity,"
Wang Shixiang really felt it was a pity: "If you were assigned to Yanjing, I would give you all the furniture in this room."
"..." Jiang Shan: "Don't be joking."
"I'm telling you about Xiao Jiang," Wang Shixiang said seriously:
"I'm really not kidding, I feel more comfortable giving it to you than giving it to someone else.
At least you know how to care for them, otherwise it would be an injustice if I were to give them some one day."
After Wang Shixiang said this, he turned around and looked at the five small kitchens connected to his house.
The next second, Jiangshan and Jianghe also followed his gaze.
"This looks really..." Jiang He said slowly, "It's quite sad."
"By the way," Huang Yongyu suddenly thought about it: "Didn't you say you wanted to report to the Cultural Relics Bureau that you donated these furniture?"
"The report has been submitted early."
"What did they say?"
"Forget it," Wang Shixiang said, "Same as the Cultural Affairs Bureau last time, they simply don't recognize it as a cultural relic."
Huang Yongyu: "You are not given two more fire extinguishers this time?"
"I didn't see anyone this time," Wang Shixiang said, "Where is he sending it?"
At this time, Jiangshan remained silent.
Just like in the previous life, in this era, Ming and Qing furniture was not taken seriously at all.
Just like the Pujiang Museum that was given away for free, the cultural relics unit in Yanjing does not use it as a cadre.
"If you don't mention it, I would have forgotten that I still have a chair in my house in Xuhui Garden!"
Looking at the two rose chairs and the top chair in Wang Shixiang's hall, Jiang Shan also thought of his top spot.
"Why is this chair called the top spot?" Jiang He couldn't figure it out. "I don't think it has the style of an official hat chair!"
Jiang Shan smiled and clinked a drink with the other person: "Now even the second brother is starting to have an eye for it."
"Actually," Jiang He said, "it's not even as comfortable as a sofa."
"What do you know, kid?" Wang Shixiang exited:
"Just the three chairs Jiang Shan found in the match factory, any one of them would be the king.
Especially the top chair among them, I looked at it when I was cleaning it, and it’s in better condition than the one I have.”
"Really,"
Anyway, the two brothers from the Jiang family didn't notice it at all: "They seem to be almost the same."
"Don't look at it, it's almost the same," Wang Shixiang said:
"The knowledge inside has become more advanced, and there are many different kinds of chairs. In the earliest days, only the emperor could sit there."
Huang Yongyu also added: "So, only it can be ranked first!"
"The top chair was originally a chair for the emperor to sit on when he was marching and hunting," Wang Shixiang said:
“It was just a bed in the beginning.
As time went by, I would add a backrest and armrests, and it would look like a top chair."
Jiang He: "Hu Bed?"
"This bed is not that bed," Wang Shixiang said: "The Hu bed I'm talking about is actually our canvas horse bed. This thing was first brought in by the Hu people in the Tang Dynasty."
"That's it!" Jiang Shan pointed to a small horse tie in the corner of the courtyard.
"Yes, that's it," Wang Shixiang said with a smile: "I didn't take these things seriously at first. It wasn't until I saw them at Chen Meng's house that I became completely obsessed with them."
"The same things," Huang Yongyu recalled, "are two different things when they are placed in his place and in Chen Meng's house. For others, it is called art, but for you, it can only be called furniture."
Jiang Shan nodded: "Display art!"
Wang Shixiang smiled bitterly: "Nowadays, it can't even be called furniture."
Looking at the piles of Ming and Qing furniture, Wang Shixiang could only understand Wang Shixiang's mood at the moment.
"Uncle," Jiang Shan paused for a moment: "What do you think of me buying a courtyard house near here?"
As soon as he said this, the three people next to him paused together.
Wang Shixiang: "What did you say you wanted to buy?"
Huang Yongyu: "Siheyuan?"
Jiang He: "The third child?"
"Brother," Jiang Shan looked at his second brother affectionately: "My biggest wish has always been to have a small home... in our capital!"
Although this did not seem to be the wish that the third child raised last time, Jiang He still looked at Huang Yongyu at the first moment: "How can I settle down here?"
When Huang Yongyu heard this, he immediately looked at Wang Shixiang: "What do you think?"
"..." Wang Shixiang, who was not looking, thought about it carefully: "The house of Chen Meng's family in Qianliang Hutong happens to be vacant."
"Yes," Huang Yongyu looked at Jiang Shan and said, "That house is pretty good, but whether you can buy it or not... depends on your ability."
"Let's go," Jiang Shan knew that Qianliang Hutong was not far from here: "Let's take a look."
After about twenty minutes,
Jiang Shan and his party walked to the door number of No. 34 Qianliang Hutong.
Looking at the familiar and mottled door in front of him, Wang Shixiang's eyes darkened obviously.
"This courtyard house has 18 rooms in two rooms," Wang Shixiang said to Jiang Shan: "Even the flush toilet was brought back from abroad by Chen Meng's family."
"Has the toilet been dug in this house?" This news was a selling point for Jiangshan.
"Not bad," Wang Shixiang raised his hand and pointed:
"This house originally belonged to my second uncle's house. At that time, I saw my brother Meng looking for a house, so I took him over to have a look.
I never thought that he would fall in love with you at first sight, and what I never thought was that now I would bring you here again."
"it's fate,"
Jiang Shan smiled and walked back and forth outside the hospital: "Two rooms into the 18th room...it's really perfect!"
…
The night in Pujiang is getting darker just by looking at it.
As the drizzle fell, Ma Jiang, who was sitting alone in the hut, began to think about her child again.
Jingle Bell……
Suddenly, a series of telephone rings rang.
"Hey," Jiang Ma quickly ran to the main room: "Is it Xiaoyu?"
"Hey Lei, is Mr. Jiangshan back?"
A strange voice came from the other end of the phone, but Jiang Ma knew who it was as soon as she heard it: "No."
"Then how can I contact Mr. Jiangshan?"
"I must have been unable to contact you today," Jiang's mother said, "I guess Mr. Jiangshan is still in ZNH and hasn't come out yet!"