(The first attempt to create a realistic theme, I hope you can like it, this is a work that inherits and protects intangible cultural heritage.) ）

"Director Zhang, if there is no problem, can we sign the contract today?"

Hearing the voice in his ears, Zhang He's expression did not change in the slightest.

He was wearing a suit, which was slightly inconsistent with his appearance, and there were a few crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, which looked a little vicissitudes.

In front of him was a tea-table, on which were carved wooden objects in the shape of toads and the like, and the teapot was boiling and steaming.

The man across from him was wearing a fancy shirt, like the crowd of idlers dancing in a dance hall at night.

Seeing that Zhang He didn't speak, the man suddenly became a little anxious.

"Zhang Chang, I have already given the lowest price, and it can't be lower. The man said with some urgency.

Zhang He's heart moved slightly, but he didn't show it directly.

In business, whoever is in a hurry will earn a little less, and bargaining in the vegetable market is the same reason, but Zhang He is confident that this man in front of him will not refuse him.

The man opposite is the owner of a scrap yard, which is only a small station, but it buys thousands of tons of waste paper every year.

What Zhang He has to do is to buy these waste papers, reprocess them into paper products, and recycle them.

Among the dozens of paper mills in the city, Zhang He's price is already the highest, and he is taking the technical flow, which can save this part of the cost through the optimization of the production process.

"Eight hundred a ton. Zhang He said slowly.

This price is the bottom line he can offer, and even so, it is much higher than the purchase price of other factories.

The purchase of waste paper at a premium is close to a monopoly.

Thousands of tons are at least tens of thousands of dollars, and no one can refuse this temptation.

The man's eyes were puzzled, he hesitated for a moment, and was about to speak.

A burst of singing suddenly sounded on Zhang He's body.

"If the sea could take away my ......"

Zhang He showed an apologetic look on his face and said, "I'm sorry, go out and answer a call." ”

After speaking, Zhang He walked out directly with his mobile phone.

In these days, you can't do business without a mobile phone.

The mobile phone in Zhang He's hand is a flip cover, and inside is a color screen, 2.8 inches, not big or small, just one hand can hold it steady.

A look at the caller ID, a call from home.

I know my own situation, and the two old farmers at home will not call me if they have nothing important.

A sudden call came from this point, and I was afraid that something big had happened.

Zhang He's heart suddenly had a bad premonition, he didn't dare to delay, and picked up the phone.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Zhang He's tone was puzzled.

"Your uncle is dead, do you think you can come back?" said in a calm tone on the phone.

An old face came to mind.

Uncle Zhang Dehai is an old man in the village, he took care of him a lot when he was a child, and he is also one of the inheritors of Huayin's old dialect.

"I'll be right back. Zhang He didn't say much, and directly agreed.

There is not much fluctuation in his heart, birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature, and his uncle Zhang Dehai has lived for so long, and it can be regarded as the end of his life.

It's just a pity that there is one less old heir from now on.

Zhang He was silent in his heart, and after going back, he signed a contract with the head of the scrap station, and then left here in a hurry.

In the parking lot, a black Santana is parked there.

Zhang He sat in the driver's seat, untied the tie around his neck and threw it aside, threw away his coat, and unbuttoned all the buttons on his shirt.

After a series of actions, Zhang He breathed a sigh of relief, he was glamorous in front of people, but it didn't mean that he was very comfortable to wear, if it wasn't necessary, he wouldn't dress up like this.

picked up the mobile phone and skillfully opened the address book, but in a few seconds, he found a number from it, and the note name was Tang Qiong.

Zhang He dialed out, and after beeping several times, the phone was finally connected.

"Honey, what's wrong?" the voice on the phone was a very young voice, smart and tactful.

Tang Qiong, Zhang He's girlfriend, now works in a cultural department in the city, and the two are three years apart.

The two graduated from the same university, Zhang He was the one who graduated first, and during the school period, he conquered the city and won the younger sister Tang Qiong.

Love has been running for six years, and it is only one step away from getting married, as for whether it will be the grave of love or the sublimation of emotions after that, Zhang He doesn't know and doesn't bother to think about it.

"My uncle and grandfather have passed away, I want to go home, you go to your parents' house these days, safety first. ”

"By the way, last time Lao Liu brought me a cigarette and a bottle of wine and still put them in the study, you bring these two things to your father, and I don't lack them here. ”

Zhang He arranged what happened after he left.

and Tang Qiong have lived together, and their parents know each other.

He excelled in college that year, ranking first in his major, and the head of the department personally approached him and said that he wanted to reserve a place for him as a graduate student.

However, Zhang He did not choose to continue his studies, but chose employment, studied light chemical industry, and it is not surprising that he will have to deal with factories in this life.

Zhang He has been in the factory for a few years, and others have become a small cadre, and he has already understood the operation mode of the factory from top to bottom, not to mention the technical aspects.

Just in time for the support of the state, he took out a loan from the bank, pulled in the relationship with several brothers in the same school, opened a small factory, and sang all the way since then, such a son-in-law has no elders who do not like it.

"Ah, my uncle and grandfather have passed away, so should I go back with you?" Tang Qiong said with some surprise.

"No need, our home is at the foot of the mountain, in the poor countryside, you are from the city, you are not used to living, besides, my grandfather pays attention to etiquette, you have not officially visited, and it is not a matter of coming now, you just wait for me at home." Zhang He's tone was gentle and just right.

"I see. Tang Qiong responded.

The two talked some private words between lovers again, and then Zhang He waited for Tang Qiong to hang up the phone.

As soon as he stepped on the gas, Santana slowly drove away.

……

Hugou Village, Huayin City, is located at the foot of Huashan Mountain, a poor rural area, brick houses stand in the mountains, the fields are full of traffic, and the chickens and dogs in the village smell each other, which is completely different from the city.

Almost the entire Hugou Village is surnamed Zhang, and here the surname Zhang is the big surname, and no one can compare.

Mr. Zhang Dehai has a very high status in Hugou Village, not only Zhang He's uncle and grandfather, but also the elder of all young people.

This time Zhang Dehai died, and the whole village came to help.

According to the custom here, preparations must be started from the first few days until the burial.

Zhang He didn't know much about these, but when he knelt in front of the mourning hall, Douda's tears flowed out of his eyes.

One by one, the teardrops fell to the ground and fell into eight petals, gave Zhang Dehai three sticks of incense, kowtowed a few times, and wore linen and filial piety, Zhang He got up and left.

The black-and-white photo was placed on the mourning hall, and Zhang Dehai's wrinkled face was deeply imprinted in Zhang He's heart.

said that it was indifferent, how could he be indifferent when he really came to him, the uncle who was sometimes strict and sometimes kind to him was really gone.

At this moment, a shed has been erected in the courtyard, and a square table is placed under the shed, a table is equipped with four stools, and on the table is a large porcelain bowl with noodle soup in it.

Northerners love pasta, and Guanzhong people love pasta even more.

"Eat a bowl of noodles. An old voice rang out.

Zhang He didn't need to turn his head to know who it was.

His grandfather Zhang Delin, Zhang Dehai's elder brother, is also the inheritor of Huayin's old dialect, and is responsible for playing the Yueqin in the troupe.

A bowl of noodles was placed in front of Zhang He, the white noodles were just the right thickness, and a layer of noodles was evenly poured on top.

"Master, sit down quickly. Zhang He picked up the chopsticks and grabbed a chopstick.

As the mouth sucks, the noodles are sucked into the mouth, and the gurgling sound sounds, which is considered to be delicious, and if you don't make a sound when you eat noodles, it means that the food is not fragrant.

Zhang Delin has a strip of white cloth wrapped around his head, a short placket on his body, and a pair of homemade cloth shoes under his feet.

"Back then, I hung my throat with your uncle, and my impression was still yesterday, alas, ......," Zhang Delin sighed, his face showing a look of memory.

The Zhang family of Hugou Village, the old Huayin heir, the inside is not the outside, and the men are not the women.

Every man of the Zhang family has reached the age of laying the foundation, no matter whether he can master this craft in the future, whether he can rely on this craft to eat or not, it is necessary to hang his voice, and he must practice musical instruments such as the Yueqin.

These are the basic skills of the old man, and Zhang He also experienced it when he was a child.

"Master, uncle must miss you too, we have to live well for our uncle. Zhang He said slowly.

"As soon as my uncle leaves, we have one less person, your uncle's biggest wish in this life is to be able to pass on the old style, and our wish is this. Zhang Delin looked at the mourning hall, his eyes slightly red.

Zhang He was silent for a while, and the movements in his hands also stopped.

A few children ran by, laughing and playing, but none of them could afford the wish of the old man Zhang Delin.

This responsibility is too great.

The next day, Zhang Dehai was in the ground, the location was on the hillside, and other things had already been arranged.

All the way over, Zhang He didn't see Zhang Delin, and several old people in the village didn't attend the funeral as if they had agreed.

The friendship of the old people for decades may be a touch of sadness, Zhang He said silently in his heart.

Just when everyone thought it was over, they were ready to turn around and leave.

Suddenly, one after another heads appeared in the field in the distance, like mighty and majestic soldiers, Zhang Delin led a group of old people from the field and stood in front of Zhang Dehai's tomb.

They stood on the field, holding the instruments they needed to perform in their hands, and they did not move, and a solemn and solemn aura appeared on them.

Zhang Delin and the other old men looked at the tomb with solemn expressions.

Zhang He and the others all stopped, looking at the old people over there, and they guessed in their hearts what the old people were going to do.

There was silence for a long time, and a solemn and oppressive aura lingered around everyone.

Zhang He looked at a few people, as if something was about to rush out.

Suddenly, Zhang Delin shouted at the top of his voice: "Last year...... Today...... in this door. ”

With the breath of loess, the voice with strong penetrating power resounded in the sky in an instant, and the old and desolate voice surrounded everyone's ears.

The breath in Zhang He's heart suddenly burst out, this is the smell!

"The peach blossoms on the human face are red. Zhang Delin hugged Yueqin and continued to roar.

"The face of man does not know where to go. ”

"Peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. ”

At the end of the last line, it was as if the machine had started, and everyone moved, and their movements hit the hearts of people with a strong force.

The sound of the moon qin, the sound of banhu, the sound of horse gongs and other music are intertwined, and the eternal desolate tune that stretches on the yellow earth rushes into the hearts of everyone, and Zhang He's tears flow down at once.

Zhang Delin and those old people stood on the loess in this pass, standing on this Huayin Long, standing in this old cavity, this scene was so shocking.

They are bidding farewell to Zhang Dehai in his favorite way, which is the greatest honor for veteran artists.

Born here, raised here, it is impossible not to have feelings for the old one.

The old men are like soldiers who stick to the last one, using their lives to protect things that outsiders don't understand.

Zhang Dehai has passed away, and these old people in front of him will eventually pass away.

Zhang He felt as if he had been touched by something in his heart, and he remembered what the teacher said in his ear when he was in college.

"Manufacturing is the pillar of the country, the foundation of the country, if we don't do it, it will be too late to regret it. ”

It is precisely because of this sentence that Zhang He did not choose to continue his studies after graduation, and second, he did not transfer to the popular industry, and plunged into the bottomless manufacturing industry.

If you want to make money, how can you make money in real estate these days? With Zhang He's mind, if he enters the real estate industry, not to mention being rich and expensive, he will definitely be able to break through the world.

But he chose the bitter and tiring manufacturing industry, or the least favored paper industry, and he has a stubborn momentum in his bones.

Lao Zhang's family may have all of them.

When the lyrics were over and everyone left, Zhang He stood on the hillside, stepping on the yellow earth that had not changed for thousands of years.

He was silent for a long time, and finally spat out a word.

"Old-fashioned, you can't lose it. ”