In Jiang's mother's tears, Jiang Shan continued to say:

"I have been in northern Jiangsu for six years,"

"In the beginning, it was just a repetitive work day by day to earn a share of the work...... Cheng Tian didn't have anything to do except how to fill his stomach, until half a year later, we came to the young people...... Translator. ”

Hearing this, the whole family felt a little like that.

There was no other movement in the courtyard at this time, and no one noticed it, except for their family and two people who were also listening quietly by the window.

The little sister Jiang Chuan was full of anticipation: "Go on." ”

Jiang Shan leisurely picked up a piece of meat: "When this person first arrived at the Zhiqing Point, he didn't talk much with everyone, so he held the language/record all day long. ”

"No matter how early you get up, you can see him sitting in the courtyard reading, no matter how late you stay, you must lie down in front of him......"

"At that time, people who knew the youth point said that they had never seen such a desperate person to learn the language/quotations."

"Until a chance, I found that the words in his hand were all foreign words."

Later, after the two of us got acquainted, we realized that this eldest brother was actually learning a foreign language with the help of quotations! What Spanish, Italian,"

"By the way, this big brother was a bilingual translator of English and Chinese before he came."

In fact, although what Jiang Shan said is not his own experience, it is indeed a real person.

In those days, many comrades who were unwilling to live were learning foreign languages in this way.

At that time, Ba Jin also had one hand in Chinese and one hand in Spanish, and he forced out a foreign language against two languages/quotations.

Simple, boring, but invincible!

In later generations, these things were classified as inspirational stories, and Jiangshan was fortunate to have seen some of them.

"And then?" The eldest brother listened a little bit, and he couldn't wait to hear what Jiangshan said in the future.

At the same time, the neighbor's old couple was also waiting by the window.

Listening to the story from the small courtyard, Mr. Li Ruocheng's eyes were no longer as muddy as before.

There seemed to be a little starlight in his eyes.

Many years ago, Li Ruocheng, who was staying in the countryside, also relied on this method to learn German and Italian.

Coupled with his previous proficiency in English and Russian, Li Ruocheng is now a well-known translator in the industry who is fluent in four Chinese.

Therefore, Jiangshan's past is talking about the heart of the neighbor's old gentleman.

After swallowing a piece of meat, Jiang Shan's voice sounded again:

"After that, I also wanted to learn foreign languages on a whim, so I pestered that big brother to teach me, and the first thing I learned was English."

The second brother Jianghe was stunned when he heard it: "The first one? So what other languages do you know? ”

Jiang Shan's expression is the same as in the past:

"This English has been taught to death, and many times during this period I have said that I don't want to learn it anymore,"

Jiang Shan began to make up nonsense:

"But that eldest brother refused to let me go, and would rather help me do farm work than force me to continue studying."

The second brother, who empathizes, of course knows how difficult it is to still insist on studying in such a difficult day.

At this moment, he looked at the third child with a different look.

He had always believed that his brother was not as unscrupulous as he seemed:

"That big brother, I can't bear to see you give up your studies at a young age, and I want to pull you along!"

Jiang Shan nodded solemnly: "It's not, after that, he got up early and I got up early, he went to bed late and I went to bed late, and finally it took me three years to chew English, and then taught me to use the same method to learn the Chinese ......"

Mother Jiang couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "He is your nobleman!" ”

Jiang Shan saw that it was good and hurriedly received: "Yes, what unforgettable years!" ”

The eldest brother Jiang Hai's eyes are different when he looks at Jiang Shan: "So, you not only know English but also speak?" ”

Jiang Shan nodded: "You can say a few words." ”

"Look," Jiang's mother looked excited: "Dad, did you hear it, our son can still speak!" ”

"What's so difficult about that," Dad Jiang was happy, but he didn't let go: "I'll do that too." ”

Jiang Shan smiled: "You always give me two sentences." ”

Dad Jiang glanced at him: "Baga, you have eaten all the meat drops!" ”

"Hahaha,"

The little sister Jiang Chuan couldn't laugh, and after tasting it, she quickly looked down and shouted: "Mom, you see that the third brother has eaten all the meat." ”

"Be quiet," Jiang's mother hurriedly gave the clip in her bowl to her little daughter, "I'm not afraid that the neighbors will hear it." ”

The second Jianghe smiled silently.

He had been looking at Jiang Shan's chopsticks just now, except for his own, he had cleaned Jiang Ma with meat.

At this time, the old couple in the neighbor's house withdrew their gaze, and Li Ruocheng looked down at the translation of "Hans Christian Andersen's Fairy Tales" on the desk.

His wife Li Huaiying asked tentatively: "Why don't you invite him in and give it a try?" ”

"No need," Li Ruocheng pinched the bridge of his nose: "After all, he is not a professional translator, I can still insist on it." ”

……

On the street side of Baoshan Road, there is an inconspicuous three-story gray brick office building.

The building is not high, and the courtyard is not small.

On both sides of the courtyard gate, a signboard with black characters on a white background is hung, the left is "Pujiang Daily", and the right is "Pujiang Daily Printing Factory".

Under the backdrop of these two signboards, the original gray office building immediately has some vicissitudes of cultural atmosphere.

A few dozen meters away from this building, there is a low-rise factory building.

That is Jiangshan's current work unit, the printing house of Pujiang Daily.

The smell of ink wafted in the air for a long time.

At half past five in the morning, in the open space at the entrance of the newspaper shipping workshop, many dark green postal 28 bars were parked.

More than a dozen postmen dressed in green overalls are neatly loading stacks of freshly delivered Pujiang Daily into bags.

This was already the last postal queue to pick up the newspaper.

According to the custom, at 6 o'clock in the morning every day, you can see the "Pujiang Daily" of the day on the market.

Jiang Shan, the shipper sitting at the door of the shipping workshop, has just finished today's work.

It's been a whole month in this world, and he's gradually getting used to the strange working hours of going to work at 9 p.m. and leaving work at 7 a.m.

Jiangshan is currently an apprentice, 18 yuan per month, and he can get a salary of 36 yuan after three years of work!

He, the new media boss of the previous life, is now back in his old business, but he just wants to start from scratch.

At this time, he put away the registration book on the table, and Jiang Shan took out a stack of old newspapers and read it as usual.

Under the osmanthus tree not far away, there are two female workers in the word picking workshop, Yu Wenwen and Chang Zhaodi.

The two of them, who had just changed into gray-blue overalls, looked at Jiangshan from afar.

Recently, as soon as they get off work, they will stand under the osmanthus tree for a while, as if they can use the fragrance of osmanthus to cover the smell of ink on their bodies.

"Did you notice?"

Chang Zhaodi braided her thick braided with her side hand, and pouted in the direction of Jiangshan: "He also loves to study recently." ”

"Huh," Yu Wenwen felt that the other party's words were ridiculous: "Reading a few newspapers can also be regarded as learning?" ”

She glanced at the rivers and mountains in the distance lightly, and gently stroked a few red marks on her hand that were scratched by the lead typeface, and her eyes were overflowing with disdain:

"He's pretending to show me!"

Among the few female workers in the printing house, Yu Wenwen is the most beautiful.

The white goose egg face has picturesque eyebrows and soft eyes, which always gives people a quiet and indifferent feeling.

In the words of Sister Li, the director of their workshop, "Wenwen, this girl should not be a worker, she should go to the office building in front to hold a pen." ”

This really touched Yu Wenwen's heart, and she thought the same way.

"My God," Chang Zhaodi suddenly understood something, and said in surprise: "Won't this country be because you like Ye Qingzhu, so you can learn from him to read books every day, right?" ”

Yu Wenwen had a clear expression, but he didn't say anything more, only chuckled slightly.

Then, her eyes passed through the window of the casting workshop and turned to Ye Qingzhu, the casting worker inside.

Under the bright lights in the workshop, a young man with a literati temperament changed into his white shirt early and was thoughtfully reading the book in his hand.

Under the backdrop of a few workers in blue overalls around him, there was really some lead and dust, and Yu Wenwen gradually got drunk.

She lifted her hand to gently pin a strand of hair behind her ear, accidentally touching the wound on the tip of her finger.

Hiss~ What day am I going to do this kind of rough work?

Yu Wenwen, who secretly sighed in his heart, looked in the direction of the country again.

She and "Jiangshan" were almost assigned to the printing house one after the other.

Almost immediately, Comrade "Jiangshan" became obsessed with this weak literary young woman.

After that, as long as Yu Wenwen appeared in the workshop, "Jiangshan" must have thought of following Fang left and right to help Yu Wenwen do this and that.

Even if Yu Wenwen excused himself in every possible way with a cold face, he was reluctant to do a little hard work on the other side.

"No, Comrade Jiang, do you know that this is against the factory rules?"

Yu Wenwen always repeats similar words with a worried face:

"Besides, you always help me with my work, and others will have opinions."

"You've done all my work, so what else can I learn, I'm embarrassed by you."

……

Whenever he hears such words, "Jiangshan" always feels that the other party is feeling sorry for himself.

So he said more firmly: "You are not in good health, colleagues should help each other, I am really afraid of gossip, so you just go to my desk." ”

Yu Wenwen was reluctant on his face, but he couldn't ask for it in his heart.

Being able to make statistical records in the shipping workshop is also a job to hold a pen.

But she didn't feel that "Jiangshan" was helping herself, but always had objections to the position assigned to her by the unit.

Obviously, she is more suitable for the work of shipment statistics, but she was arranged into a cumbersome picking workshop.

Jiangshan's job should have been changed to her a long time ago.