The reason why I went to my home instead of going directly to the Historical Records Office to check the information was because Uncle Zheng happened to be resting at home today, and secondly, because the public documents and materials such as local chronicles and histories were found on the computer and bought in bookstores.

Therefore, for Uncle Zheng, who has worked in the Shi Zhi Office for most of his life, except for some information that is not publicly available, basically all the published ones have been gathered.

Of course, the most important point is that Pang Xuefeng actually knows in his heart that if he makes public the information of his life, there will definitely not be anything he wants.

In other words, the things that Pang Xuefeng wants to know are absolutely not allowed to be published publicly, otherwise it will be too discordant in the current environment of stability maintenance.

Therefore, the main purpose of Pang Xuefeng's visit today is to inquire about some folk anecdotes and strange anecdotes about Dongmin Lane.

Because Pang Xuefeng has a feeling that only in this kind of seemingly unpopular rural chatter may be able to get the clues he wants.

However, to Pang Xuefeng's surprise, he thought that most of the people who could work in a department like the Shi Zhi Office that deals with various documents and materials every day should be some old antiques with lenses as thick as the bottom of the cup.

But it wasn't until after meeting Pang Xuefeng that he discovered that this Uncle Zheng not only had no white eyes or flowers, but also had a slight attitude of not being old at all in dressing.

What especially made Pang Xuefeng cry and laugh was that after he came to the living room and sat down, he found that before daring to love, Uncle Zheng was sitting on the sofa at home, drinking tea with a cigarette, and listening to the sound leisurely.

Although he paused when he heard a knock on the door, the phone screen did not turn off.

So after settling down after greetings, Pang Xuefeng clearly saw that what Uncle Zheng was listening to was actually a classic work in the supernatural class, the famous ghost blowing the lamp.

"Uncle, this is the Pu'er I bought for you, and your favorite, Hademen. ”

"But let's say it in advance, you can drink the tea as you like, and I'll buy it for you next time I come, but you have to take this cigarette leisurely. ”

"First, you are really too diligent in this smoke, and secondly, you have to hide it, otherwise my aunt will see it and talk about me. ”

When he was on the road, Pang Xuefeng had already heard that although this Uncle Zheng was more picky about drinking tea, he was not too particular about cigarettes.

No, it's been most of my life, and it's not without reason that the Chinese Liqun Furong King or something has no reason, but he only recognizes Hademen.

It's not expensive, so I recognized the bag of five yuan.

"Hehehe, don't worry, Xiaojing, your aunt went shopping for vegetables, and she won't come back until eleven o'clock, so I'll hide it first." ”

After speaking, Uncle Zheng happily went to the bedroom with a cigarette.

But when I came out of the bedroom, I had a few more books in my hand.

So he sat down and took another sip of tea, and then he looked at Pang Xuefeng happily and said, "Xiao Pang is, No, this is the city history of our Jianglin." ”

"From the first edition after the founding of the People's Republic of China to the present, I currently have three versions in my hand, you can see first, if there is anything you need. ”

"If not, I'll find a way to find it for you. ”

Pang Xuefeng hurriedly got up and took it, "Thank you, I'm sorry to trouble Uncle Zheng." ”

"Hey, you're welcome, it's rare for young people like you to be interested in local history. ”

Pang Xuefeng and Lao Zheng are not familiar with each other, after all, they came through a quiet introduction.

So after some politeness, quietly chatting with Lao Zheng about those interesting things when he was a child, Pang Xuefeng sat on the sofa and began to watch.

In fact, firstly, most people are now accustomed to electronic reading, and secondly, Pang Xuefeng is busy and has no time at all, so he really doesn't have any books in normal times.

But it wasn't until I looked at it at this moment that I realized that with the continuous breakthrough of the level of the Eye Heaven Technique, it was not only my own cultivation and physical fitness that I had improved.

In terms of reading ability alone, the state at this time is not even comparable to that when I was in school.

Because after only turning over so many pages, Pang Xuefeng could already clearly feel that it was not just the legendary glance and ten lines, as long as he swept through those few glances, the content on each page was basically firmly imprinted in his mind, and he simply remembered it.

This made Pang Xuefeng sigh with emotion, if he had this ability back then, what would he have to take the Jianglin Normal exam, it is estimated that even Tsinghua University and Peking University are rushing to ask for it.

However, the current Pang Xuefeng is no longer a student after all, although he found that he also has an ability far beyond ordinary people in reading memory, but he did not dare to show it.

Because in such a short period of time, I read all the books in my hand as if I was playing, not to mention Lao Zheng, it is estimated that even Quiet has to treat himself as a monster.

This has to be confirmed that you have indeed finished reading it, otherwise, the most impression given to people is probably an extremely impolite.

So, quietly chatting with Lao Zheng there, Pang Xuefeng slowed down as much as possible here.

That's it, that is, in about twenty minutes, Pang Xuefeng has already read all the books in his hand.

However, as Pang Xuefeng expected, there are very few records about Dongmin Lane in the three versions.

The only time that a few words are mentioned is that in the era of the Anti-Japanese War, the Eighth Route Army Garrison in the city once fought a beautiful ambush in the area of Dongmin Lane, and that's it.

And for the rest, almost even the mention of political achievements has not been mentioned again.

Pang Xuefeng was a little puzzled at first, but after thinking about it, he couldn't help laughing.

Isn't it, a short street that is 300 meters long can only be planted with a few telephone poles.

Unless there has been some famous person in the history of Dongmin Lane, otherwise, you can make it do some water conservancy project, or can you build a landmark building!

So seeing that Lao Zheng was drinking tea there at this moment, Pang Xuefeng thought about it and finally said, "That, Uncle Zheng, I'm done." ”

When Lao Zheng heard it, he almost squirted out the tea he had just drunk in his mouth.

"Have you finished reading all ......three? Finished reading?"

Although the silence didn't say anything, the incredulity in the eyes couldn't stop it.

Pang Xuefeng hurriedly explained, "It's not like that, Uncle Zheng, I'm actually here today mainly to learn about Dongmin Lane." ”

"So when I read it just now, I mainly looked at the records about Dongmin Lane from the entry, but I found that there are very few records about Dongmin Lane in these official sources, and there is no mention of it except for the ambush. ”

"And although the other two books have different versions, the records of Dongmin Lane are almost identical, so I read them faster. ”

Although Huang Junyuan, who was sitting next to Pang Xuefeng, was also stunned by the speed at which Pang Xuefeng read the book just now, since the boss had already said so, he also hurriedly followed the round.

Although he still can't believe Pang Xuefeng's reading speed, since Pang Xuefeng already has a nose and eyes to say it so specifically, Lao Zheng can't find anything wrong.

After picking up his teacup and taking a sip, he said slowly as if he was reminiscing, "Dongmin Lane, yes, that street is indeed too short, neither the location of any party and government organs, nor the old Red Army compound or anything like that. ”

When he said this, Lao Zheng suddenly looked at Pang Xuefeng curiously.

"I said Xiao Pang, why are you so interested in this inconspicuous Dongmin Lane? Why, your family used to live there?"

Pang Xuefeng couldn't get around this stubble, so he said again the rhetoric of helping his old classmate's sister collect information.

Finally, he added, "My old classmate said that his sister's thesis this time was produced by the department herself, and it is not as historical as the official graduation thesis." ”

"So including miscellaneous stories, legends, and even some strange things can be mixed in, even if it is based on some allusions in wild history, it doesn't matter, in short, as long as it's wonderful. ”

After lighting a cigarette, Lao Zheng said, "Oh, so that's the case, so to speak, you collected a considerable part of the information this time and put it in the miscellaneous news about Dongmin Lane." ”

"Xiao Pang, am I right?"

As soon as he heard that Lao Zheng had finally "opened his mind", Pang Xuefeng immediately smiled and said, "Uncle Zheng, that's right, that's what I came here today." ”

So he leaned on the sofa and thought about it, Lao Zheng didn't say anything, and after casually pressing the cigarette butt into the ashtray, he got up and walked into a bedroom.

Although Pang Xuefeng was a little inexplicable, he still took advantage of the opening of the door to vaguely see that this bedroom did not seem to be inhabited, but more like a study.

Because through the crack in the door, I saw that in addition to the whole wall of bookshelves and full of books, there were all kinds of vases and porcelain, and even an antique sword hanging on the wall and a strangely shaped incense burner.

Pang Xuefeng then remembered what he had said to himself on the way here, this Uncle Zheng was not only Shi Zhiban's own work, but also a member of the Jianglin Yijing Association.

Not only that.,Maybe it's influenced by my own job.,In my spare time, I also like to collect some folk anecdotes and supernatural gossip and other stories.,I heard that there are already more than a dozen thick books of these materials alone.。

Sure enough, in less than a moment, Lao Zheng walked out of the study.

In addition to holding a large, dusty and dusty notebook in his hand, he seemed to be holding a black object in his other hand.

After sitting on the sofa again, Lao Zheng put the thing on the coffee table.

Only then did he smile at Pang Xuefeng, "No, let's take a look at this first." ”