Jin Yuelin pointed to a row of bamboo fences on the side of the courtyard and said proudly: "Look, Mingcheng, that's the chicken coop I built. The earthworm pond is almost finished, and it will be used to raise chickens scientifically in a while. It's not me.
I'm bragging, among all the teachers at Southwest Associated University, I rank second in terms of chicken raising technology, and no one dares to rank first."
"I admire you." Zhou Hexuan said with a smile.
Jin Yuelin said: "In a few days, I will go to Xufu to get some chickens. There is a scientific chicken raising demonstration farm there."
Zhou Hexuan asked: "Are you not going back to teach at Southwest Associated University?"
"I took two months' leave and had a substitute teacher." Jin Yuelin said.
Zhou Hexuan felt quite emotional that Jin Yuelin had reached the level of a love saint, and he raised chickens just to replenish Lin Huiyin's health.
"Mr. Zhou, it's time to eat!"
Lin Huiyin's mother He Xueyuan stood at the door and shouted.
This old lady was Lin Changmin's step-mother. She was born into a wealthy family of a small workshop owner. She could not read, write, or sew, and she was spoiled since childhood and had a very bad temper. Except for Lin Huiyin, all the children she gave birth to died in infancy.
Naturally, the mother-in-law from a scholarly family would not like her.
Later, Lin Changmin married a Shanghai woman, and He Xueyuan was relegated to the sidelines, and her temper became even more eccentric. Even her biological daughter Lin Huiyin could not communicate with her, and mother and daughter would quarrel at every turn.
No, even when facing the guest Zhou Hexuan, the old lady had a cold face. She only smiled when she was treating her grandson and granddaughter.
All the members of the Construction Society were there. Since there was no room for the dining table, Liang Sicheng's students took out the desks. There was a plate of freshly fried meat and vegetables on the table, and the rest were all the leftovers from Zhou Hexuan's banquet yesterday.
, those leftovers were carried back by Lin Huiyin and two professors from Tongji respectively.
The rice was also cooked with old rice, so it was a little black in color.
Liang Sicheng was a little embarrassed and greeted with a smile: "Brother Mingcheng, don't mind if the food is shabby."
"I made you spend money." Zhou Hexuan said.
Although the old lady looked cold and aloof, she deliberately placed two newly cooked dishes in front of Zhou Hexuan. She poured some leftover soup and mixed it with the rice, and swallowed it silently, as if she didn't want to interact with him.
Anyone speaks.
"There's meat!" Nine-year-old Liang Congjie's eyes sparkled, but he was very well-educated and did not directly stretch out his chopsticks to grab it.
"Eat." Lin Huiyin took slices of meat to his son and daughter respectively.
Twelve-year-old Liang Zaibing carefully took a bite on the edge of the piece of meat, then took several mouthfuls of rice, and then picked up the vegetable leaves on the plate to eat. After half a bowl of rice, two-thirds of the piece of meat was left in her bowl.
I felt very distressed when I saw Zhou Hexuan.
Zhou Hexuan asked: "Brother Sicheng, what difficulties do you still have here?"
Liang Sicheng did not talk about money, but said: "If possible, please help me subscribe to three American magazines: Architectural Forum, National Geographic and Time Magazine."
"No problem." Zhou Hexuan said.
Seeing that her husband seemed to be having difficulty speaking, Lin Huiyin added: "We still lack various reference books, mainly on architecture."
Zhou Hexuan said: "I will help collect it."
Liang Sicheng said happily: "That's great. With Brother Mingcheng's help, future work will definitely be a hundred times more efficient."
Zhou Hexuan also didn't mention donating property. Saying this kind of thing to their faces would embarrass Liang Sicheng and Lin Huiyin. He couldn't even tell the old lady to eat too much meat. He could only leave Li Zhuang and send some over every now and then to help build the community.
Society improves lives.
Zhou Hexuan took special care of the Liang family, and had no other meaning. From a moral perspective, Liang Qichao helped Zhou Hexuan get his cousin name, even if he was his senior teacher, he had an obligation to help his son and daughter-in-law.
After the meal, Lin Huiyin and his mother went to clean up and wash the dishes, while Zhou Hexuan was invited into the office of the Construction Society.
Later, the Lizhuang government renovated the former residence of Liang Sicheng and Lin Huiyin beautifully, and painted the walls with white ash. However, except for the structure of the rooms, everything else has completely changed its appearance. This is a wooden building that has been in disrepair for a long time, damp and dilapidated.
The rooms were partitioned off to serve as public offices.
There was a large amount of pictures and information on Liang Sicheng's desk. He introduced with a smile: "These are all ancient buildings that were inspected in Sichuan and Kangxi in the past two years and need to be researched and summarized."
Zhou Hexuan asked: "Have you received the photos I sent you?"
Liang Sicheng said: "I got it. The Fushun Confucian Temple is very interesting. Even if there is no sculpture of a naked boy, it is worth studying. It is a pity that we lack the financial resources and energy to conduct on-site inspections."
"There is a chance." Zhou Hexuan comforted.
Liang Sicheng smiled and said: "Yes, after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, we can walk around."
Zhou Hexuan said: "When you come to Chongqing to raise funds in the future, don't go around my house. If you have any difficulties, just ask."
"Definitely." Liang Sicheng nodded.
While the two were chatting, Luo Zhewen suddenly ran in: "Mr. Zhou, there is Professor Tong outside looking for you with his wife."
"Professor Tong?" Zhou Hexuan couldn't remember who he knew from Tong.
When he went out to take a look, he saw Tong Dizhou and his wife standing under the eaves. Zhou Hexuan still had no impression.
Tong Dizhou bowed directly and said: "Mr. Zhou, I heard that you came to Lizhuang specifically to express your gratitude."
"Who are you?" Zhou Hexuan asked.
Tong Dizhou said: "My name is Tong Dizhou. Thanks to Mr. Zhou's donation, I have the opportunity to study in Europe."
"It turns out to be Dr. Tong. I have long admired his name!" Zhou Hexuan was surprised and happy.
Tong Dizhou's name is so familiar that it was in the textbooks of New China. How could Zhou Hexuan not know about it? He just couldn't recognize it for a while. Until now, Zhou Hexuan is still donating money to study abroad every year. He didn't expect that he had actually done so.
Tong Di Zhou.
Tong Dizhou said repeatedly: "I don't dare to take it, I don't take it, I just published a few papers."
Zhou Hexuan asked: "Do you have any difficulties in Lizhuang?"
Tong Dizhou said: "Everything is fine, but the experimental equipment is severely lacking, and it is impossible to do more in-depth research."
Zhou Hexuan said: "Just make a list of what you need, and I will try my best to help buy it."
"Thank you, Mr. Zhou." Tong Dizhou wanted to be polite, but the current situation was too difficult, so he could only accept Zhou Hexuan's kindness.
Zhou Hexuan stayed in Lizhuang for a full week. When he left, he had several lists of supplies, all of which were needed by various institutions. Some of them he couldn't get, but most of them were sufficient.
After returning to Chongqing, Zhou Hexuan immediately started purchasing. At the same time, he also sent a batch of supplies to Southwest Associated University through the relationship of Third Young Master Long, and then wrote to ask several other universities what they wanted.
Anyway, the money earned by domestic factories will be turned into waste paper, so it is better to spend it all early. This led to his name appearing in the memoirs of various scholars in later generations.