Chapter 48: The aggrieved cultural stationmaster

When Lin Xian, the head of the cultural station of Nantang Town, saw Yang Zijian, he had unspeakable disgust, jealousy, helplessness and other complex mentalities, but finally adjusted his mood, smiled, and walked towards this group of students unswervingly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He recognized Yang Zijian, since junior high school, this poor boy has a library card in the small library of the cultural station, and then often borrows books here to read newspapers, the small library has hundreds of broken books, almost read by this teenager, I didn't expect that he actually became a little writer through these broken books, and let Secretary Xu of Nantang Town remember his name!

If these articles were written by him Lin Xian, how nice it would be!

He will be able to get the weight of the town leader and be transferred to the office to work, instead of being treated as a miscellaneous worker, brushing propaganda slogans from the streets to the alleys under the sun every day.

I remember that when "Nantang Wind and Rain Bridge" was published, Deputy Mayor Wang, who was in charge of missions, asked him if he had written this article. At that time, he was impulsive, and actually replied: "Yes, Yang Zijian is my pen name." At that time, I thought it was just an occasional writing by an unknown author, and the impostor was impersonated. But then I found that there were more articles written by Yang Zijian, especially when "School Scenery" was photographed in front of him by the deputy mayor, he was so embarrassed that he almost got under the table.

Because he hadn't read Nanjian No. 1 Middle School at all.

In the process of being criticized by Deputy Wang, Lin Xian was excited, vaguely remembered the name, yes, some impressions, he immediately ran to the library card registration file to search, and finally found Yang Zijian, only to think that this is the real name of the poor, but very studious teenager, and then found Yang Zijian's information from Nantang Junior High School and reported it to the deputy mayor, made up for it, and made a profound review.

Fortunately, the town didn't want the scandal of its cadres to spread, so it just reprimanded it verbally and did not punish it.

However, from that day on, the whole town cadres were secretly laughing at him.

All this is because of this Yang Zijian, of course, he is also a ghost, but if it were not for Yang Zijian, he would not be so embarrassed, let alone leave such a bad impression on the leader!

At this time, Yang Zijian was taking his classmates to study an ancient well.

According to the records of the town, this is the eighteenth of Wanli that is built in 1591 A.D., just one hundred years apart from the wind and rain bridge, the wellhead is surrounded by six bluestone slabs, up to 25 meters deep, there is a pulley shelf on it, the long rope is tied to the bucket, and the water is taken from the bottom of the well through the pulley. Every summer, my family has to get water from the well, which is very cold and is most suitable for making grass jelly. Yang Zijian introduced.

Yang Zizhen giggled beside him: "My brother is afraid of heat, and he likes to eat grass jelly the most, and every time I come with my brother to carry water." ”

Grandpa Chang told the students about the origin of this ancient well: during the Ming Dynasty, the Japanese invaded along the Min River, and the residents of the town blocked eight lanes, taking the courtyard wall as the city, and were besieged in Nanzhen At this time, more than 10,000 residents relied on the water of this well to survive, and finally waited for the imperial court to send reinforcements.

"Yang Zijian?" Lin Xian shouted loudly, he walked to Yang Zijian's side, patted him on the shoulder very affectionately, and then introduced to the tourists around him, "Comrades, this is our genius little writer in Nantang Town, Yang Zijian, the author of "Nantang Wind and Rain Bridge"!" ”

The tourists immediately exploded and gathered around, gossiping-

"You are Yang Zijian, so young!"

"The legend of the Wind and Rain Bridge and the story of Chen Rui were all discovered by you?"

"Your essay is very well written, but I prefer Memories of the Frost Moon, why don't you write more poems?"

Yang Zijian smiled wryly when he heard it, from the 80s to the mid-90s, literary young people were produced everywhere, men and women fell in love, and they were embarrassed to meet without throwing a few lines of poetry or talking about Wang Shuo.

"Hello, Stationmaster Lin." Yang Zijian nodded indifferently with Lin Xian, he had a very bad impression of Lin Xian, every time he borrowed a book, this stationmaster Lin always had a straight face like a creditor, as if he thought that the library card was a loss, and he had to blame him a few words at every turn, what broke the book, the cover was dirty, and he had to reprimand Yang Zijian a few words if he had anything to do, that is, when he was punching bag, sometimes he deliberately made it difficult not to borrow books.

However, his wife is very beautiful, gave birth to four daughters, and opened the only video hall in the town, which is nothing, but European and American love action movies must be shown every night, and it has become a holy place for many young men in the town.

After greeting him, Yang Zijian turned to the group of adults: "I'm sorry to let me go, time is tight, I want to take my classmates to collect style, and the teacher has assigned a writing task." ”

After speaking, he planned to take his classmates into a small alley on the right, and the alleys in Nantang Town were connected to each other like nine palace gossip.

"Let's go with us, this cultural stationmaster doesn't seem to understand anything, and he is even mistaken about who owns the county mansion." A leading teacher from No. 3 Middle School said with a smile, "That Master Zhang almost drove us away just now, just because the stationmaster actually said that his ancestor's surname was Li." ”

Stationmaster Lin wiped his sweat and smiled awkwardly: "I'm sorry, teachers. I am best at calligraphy, and I am a member of the Nanjian City Calligraphy Association, but I don't know much about history. ”

Then he spread his hand and introduced Yang Zijian: "But this Yang Zijian classmate is different, he often went to my cultural station to borrow books to read in junior high school, read all the books I had there, and copied "Nantang Town Chronicles", very diligent. As a cultural webmaster, I have been encouraging him to read more books and newspapers, learn more and write more. When he was in junior high school, he ranked first in the school and won a prize in a national essay competition. I still have his library card in my possession......"

Lin Xian put gold on his face while bragging for Yang Zijian, after all, Yang Zijian is from Nantang, and he has borrowed books and read newspapers at the cultural station, Yang Zijian's literary achievements, how can I say that he also has a credit for the stationmaster Lin? Now that Yang Zijian is more powerful, his "culture" cultivation is the highest, so boasting about him is to elevate himself.

The more Lin Xian spoke, the more slippery he became, as if he had really become Bole-

"After Yang Zijian was admitted to Nanjian No. 1 Middle School, he published a number of excellent literary works such as "Nantang Wind and Rain Bridge" and "Nantang Ancient Lane", which depicted the beauty of his hometown, expressed his love for his hometown, and became the best ...... in Nanjian No. 1

Suddenly, I thought that Yang Zijian's classmates were all around, and I was worried that the cowhide would be blown off, so I hurriedly stopped my mouth.

Of course, Wang Yun wanted to cheer for her "Kong Ming", and said: "Yang Zijian is the editor-in-chief of our "Oak Literature Society", and the communication team of our Literature Society just interviewed the Chengxi Police Station yesterday and wrote a report, which will be reported next Thursday. ”

The workers of the thermal power plant immediately sighed:

"Genius is out of hard work, amazing!"

"Sure enough, he is a little literary genius, and he began to show his talent in junior high school!"