Zhang Zhong had never done anything for the New Year, so he could only hold Pengpeng in his arms and watch Hu Huifang and the others buy.
In fact, there is nothing to buy. Nowadays, it is relatively simple to celebrate the New Year. For example, Zhang Zhong’s family still cooks at home. Many other families want to save trouble and just book a New Year’s Eve dinner in the hotel.
Due to the holidays, migrant workers have returned to their hometowns one after another. The urban area of Jiangyang now seems a bit deserted, and the main roads that are usually hopelessly blocked are now smooth.
They came here mainly to buy two things, one was melon and fruit snacks, and the other was door couplets.
Zhang Zhong originally thought about writing the couplets himself, but after thinking about it, he decided to leave it to his parents. Since it was the Chinese New Year, there was no need to be artistic. There were red paper gilded Spring Festival couplets on the door, which were better than his handwritten words.
It's much more festive.
Not only that, Hu Huifang and the others also bought all the vegetables and meat for New Year's Eve in advance, saying they were afraid that prices would rise too much on the holiday.
Although Zhang Zhong didn't care about the money, he didn't stop him.
By the time the two families returned home from the market, Zhang Zhong's trunk was already full.
"This kid Li Zhuo came back so late, otherwise he could have driven here in a car."
On the way back, Wu Aiying muttered about his son.
Hu Huifang smiled and said, "He is busy with work. It is a good thing for a boy to make money outside."
"It's great. I was planning to arrange some blind dates for him when he comes back. Liu Guoyuan's girl in our neighborhood has just graduated from graduate school and is now working in the hospital. I have seen that girl. She is tall and clean-looking.
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"Well, Lao Liu's girl has graduated from graduate school? She probably looks like her mother. If she looks like Lao Liu, it won't be very attractive."
"Just like her mother, this girl talks softly to others and is very polite."
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Zhang Zhong listened to their gossip and concentrated on driving, not daring to speak out for fear of getting angry.
He also thought that maybe Li Zhuo knew that Wu Aiying had arranged a blind date for him, so he delayed coming back. It was not surprising that this boy could do such a thing.
Pengpeng sat on Li Yan's lap, holding a lot of toys in her arms, such as small lanterns, small sports cars, and more than a dozen large and small ones.
Zhang Zhong remembered that when he was a child, he could still buy firecrackers.
Firecrackers were also one of the biggest pleasures of their generation, but the cow dung in the fields was a problem. Basically, every ball of cow dung had a nest on it. The most discussed topic among everyone was whose firecracker blew up the nest better.
big.
Later, as cities grew larger and larger, cow dung became a scarce resource. It was no longer easy to find cow dung with perfect shape and moderate hardness.
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A breeze blew by, and the water on Weiming Lake was ruffled. The reflections of the withered and sparse trees by the lake also swayed with the sparkling lake water. Occasionally, a few withered yellow leaves fell from the trees.
It fell, and as soon as it hit the water, it was pecked into the water by the small fish in the lake.
The Boya Tower rises out of the withered yellow ground. It can be seen from a long distance, forming a living "mess" in front of people's eyes.
Yenching University is the first university in modern China and one of the highest institutions of higher education in China today. You can smell the historical atmosphere and cultural heritage of this university from the ancient buildings that stand in the school.
At this time, in the president's office of Yenching University, President Lin Yuanwen was not sitting behind the desk, but sitting on the sofa with three other people.
"Mr. Zhuang, it's the Chinese New Year, why did you bring us together?" Lin Yuanwen asked with a smile.
Zhuang Yu pointed to the tablet in his hand, "For this."
Among the four people present, in addition to Zhuang Yu and Lin Yuanwen, two others are Li Zhiqiong, dean of the School of Liberal Arts of Yenching University, and Fang Yingwu, chairman of the Yenching Writers Association.
In addition to their own positions, they are also well-known big names in today's literary world, and each of them has written numerous books.
Seeing the computer in Zhuang Yu's hand, the other three were a little confused.
"Mr. Zhuang, what does this mean?" Li Zhiqiong asked.
Zhuang Yu suddenly laughed, pointed at the three people and said, "You don't usually surf the Internet."
Surfing the Internet... Fang Yingwu also laughed, "Mr. Zhuang, are you trying to popularize Internet knowledge to us old guys? I don't know when you became an Internet publicity ambassador."
"I have no intention of spreading knowledge to you. Of course, what I want you to read is not this computer, but the book inside. I saw a book on the Internet yesterday. It is very interesting. I will talk to you now.
What?"
Lin Yuanwen showed a surprised expression, "What amazing work did you see?"
"It cannot be said to be a shocking work, but it is also a rare masterpiece. The reason why I want to show it to you is because it is a work that seeks to find its roots." Zhuang Yu said.
"Searching for roots?" Fang Yingwu became a little interested. He stretched out his hand in front of Zhuang Yu and said, "Lend it to me."
Zhuang Yu handed over the tablet smoothly, and the other two people also came over.
"A group of wives and concubines? This topic is a bit kitsch, right?" Lin Yuanwen couldn't help but frowned.
Fang Yingwu also nodded in agreement and said, "Indeed, the title of this book is likely to attract attention."
Li Zhiqiong on the other side shook his head, "You are a little too hasty in drawing this conclusion. There are indeed many books on the market with eye-catching titles and crude content, but the title of the book is always based on the content and can be a metaphor.
It can be straightforward, it can be concise, it can also be circumstantial, but it is just a means of serving the text. Just say the four words "wives and concubines in groups", different people see different things, and they see different things at different times.
. Now you think these four words are kitsch before you read the book, but after reading it you may think it is straightforward and appropriate."
Several other people nodded. This is the purpose of the meeting and discussion. There are different voices and different opinions, and everyone can learn something from each other.
Putting aside their prejudice against names, the three of them began to read the content of the text, while Zhuang Yu sat aside and drank tea leisurely.
It's just that Li Zhiqiong and the three of them had a disagreement after a while, because the three of them read at different speeds. Fang Yingwu, who was holding a tablet, read the book the fastest and finished the page in a short time. At this time, the other two
They hadn't even finished reading yet. As soon as he turned the page, the other two people immediately stopped.
Lin Yuanwen was in his office, so he naturally found a way to go back to his desk and turn on the computer.
Zhuang Yu saw Li Zhiqiong and Fang Yingwu fighting over the computer. He smiled and took out his latest orange mobile phone from his pocket and said to Li Zhiqiong, "Zhiqiong, come on, let me take you to surf the Internet."