Looking at Jiang Shan's blank expression again, Li Ruocheng and Hu Xiao looked at each other and smiled.

"Xiao Jiang," Hu Xiao smiled, and finally there was a time when your kid couldn't interject: "This TV is not much younger than your age." ”

Subsequently, the two of you said a word, and I said a word, and they became nostalgic in front of the country.

We all know that in March 1958, the 14-inch "Yanjing" brand black-and-white TV, known as the "first screen in China", was born in Tianjing.

In fact, in the following July, the 17-inch "Pujiang brand 101" black-and-white TV in Pujiang City was also born.

It's a pity that he was three months late and lost the treatment of his sister-in-law.

However, its value has risen with an operation of Pujiang.

Because there were only 30 picture tubes at that time, when the 30th "Pujiang 101" TV was produced, the Pujiang Broadcasting Equipment Factory completely stopped production.

Therefore, the factory labeled these 30 black-and-white TVs and the 70 imported TVs purchased before.

These 100 black-and-white TVs are the earliest TVs in Pujiang.

From No. 70 to the rear, there is the more precious "Pujiang 101".

Jiang Shan silently recalled the numbers that the two of them said just now, one 81 and one 78.

When I looked at the two of them again, it was like seeing my long-lost relatives.

"Let's go," Hu Xiao patted Jiang Shan's shoulder, without a trace of remembrance:

"I have to go back and change the words quickly, and when you go back to Pujiang, you can go to the cinema to watch your lines."

Looking at Li Ruocheng again, the old man had already sat down to eat, and he didn't even look at him much: "Why don't you go back and see Xiaobai." ”

Jiang Shan remembered the two children and hurriedly trotted back to the house.

When I saw that Jiang Xiaoyu and Jiang Xiaobai had an upper bunk and a lower bunk, and they were blushing from sleeping, they took a long breath.

There are not many more children like this.

Picking up a stack of sketches on the desk, Jiang Shan gently closed the door of the inner room.

Then, with a paintbrush in his right hand and a red in his left hand, he quickly entered his villain book world.

[Kong Ming said that, ordered Tong'er to take out a scroll painting, hang it in the middle hall, and said to Liu Bei: "This map of the fifty-four states of Xichuan ......]

Today, it's your turn to draw this text.

When Jiang Shan painted "The Battle of Red Cliffs", he paid great attention to one detail, and bamboo slips and paper will appear in this villain book at the same time.

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, paper had been invented, but it had not yet been gradually popularized.

At this time, bamboo slips were still in common use, and it was also the case during the Three Kingdoms period.

It was not until the Sui and Tang dynasties that paper would basically replace bamboo slips.

Therefore, as long as the copy mentions maps and scrolls, it is either paper or skin.

The rest are either bamboo slips or wooden slips.

Time trickled, and for a whole afternoon, the country never stopped painting.

Jiang Xiaoyu and Jiang Xiaobai are used to seeing the appearance of the third uncle's creation.

Each, the one who should read the book, the one who should play the toy.

Jiang Xiaobai held a square iron box and stood silently in front of the third uncle.

Jiang Shanyan didn't move a little, and after taking it, he helped the child open the iron box.

Only a piece of pine nut mooncake was left and gnawed on.

……

From tonight onwards, the work of the printing house will not be taken care of for the time being.

Director Gu personally wrote a letter of secondment, and Jiang Hai stamped it without saying a word.

Secondments between public institutions are common.

One party wants people, and one party releases people, which is a reasonable tacit understanding.

The full moon is lacking, and the sky is gradually getting cooler.

In the hut, Jiang Shan, who slept on the top bunk, was able to put down an ashtray in his hand, and then quickly closed the window completely.

"Second brother, what time is it, and you haven't slept yet."

Jiang Shan was on the top bunk, holding his head and looking at the river sitting at the writing desk, still painting very devotedly.

"You go to sleep first, tomorrow morning at 7 o'clock, the eldest brother will ride to the train station."

Although the third child told himself that a few boxes of drawings under the bed could also be taken out and copied, Jiang He was still drawing the third child's pictures.

As he spoke, the tip of Jiang He's pen stopped, as if he had thought of something.

In the next second, he quickly turned off the lamp.

At this time, it was already 11 o'clock in the evening, and only Jiang Chuan's outhouse was still lit in Lao Jiang's house.

Recently, Jiang's father found that his youngest daughter finally read books, and she is still the kind that works day and night.

Listening to the movement of the upper bunk turning over and over, Jiang He frowned: "Can't sleep?" ”

Jiang Shan really couldn't sleep: "Maybe I'm used to staying up, I've slept a lot in the past two days, and I really can't sleep." ”

"Hmm,"

Jiang He himself couldn't sleep, and on weekdays and nights, he was the only one left in the hut, and it was common for him to paint until two or three o'clock in the morning.

"Second brother,"

In the dark room, Jiang Shan's eyes were bright: "Listen to our factory director, you often go to the factory to watch movies?" ”

"Well," Jiang He's voice has always been emotionless: "Watching a few more movies that have not yet been translated should be helpful for learning Mandarin." ”

"Oh?" Jiang Shan didn't expect that Jiang He would have this understanding: "No one embarrass you, right?" ”

"Don't worry," Jiang He yawned: "The translation factory doesn't just know you. ”

Jiang Shan didn't ask anything more, and the moment he heard Jiang He yawn, he didn't even bother to raise his eyelids.

……

The next day, before six o'clock, Jiang's mother shouted in the outhouse: "Boss and third, don't get up quickly, it's almost 7 o'clock." ”

Jiang Shan was so frightened that he almost didn't fall out of bed.

Even the rivers are in chaos.

When the three brothers walked to the outhouse in a daze, Jiang's mother brought a pot of noodles to the table.

Jiang Chuan struggled and looked at the small alarm clock: "Mom~ It's only at what time, it's not even dawn." ”

"What do you know, kid?" Jiang Ma counted while scooping noodles: "Don't panic when you leave early, and be busy when you leave late." ”

"Mom," Jiang Shan also felt that it was too early: "I can leave at seven o'clock." ”

"Listen to your mother," Jiang's father also walked out, he attached more importance to this errand than his son: "You have just mixed into the ranks of intellectuals, and you should learn more from the comrades on the front line." ”

Standing in the small courtyard, he nodded while brushing his teeth.

Dad Jiang approached him and said in a suppressed voice: "Be careful and talk as little as possible." ”

Jiang Shan muttered: "Don't worry, I'm not stupid." ”

When Jiang Shan walked out of the house again, Li Ruocheng, who was sitting at the window reading a book, immediately took off his glasses.

He wore a white shirt, navy blue trousers, and a navy blue liberation hat on his head.

Jiang Shan stood in front of him so refreshingly, facing the window pushed out of his house, and reached out to dust the military schoolbag that straddled his body.

Then one arm arched forward, the other arm stretched back, and said loudly with a righteous face: "Uncle Li, I'm leaving." ”

Li Ruocheng's eyelids trembled, and he didn't know what to say for a while: "Comrade Xiaojiang, go all the way." ”

Blinded his own Perosi at the bottom of the box.

But in the next second, Li Ruocheng reacted, and Comrade Jiangshan was still transparent.

This scene was in full view of Jiang Hai, and he rang the car bell expressionlessly: "Go!" ”

The journey was smooth, and before half past seven, Jiang Hai sent Jiangshan to the train station.

In 1978, Pujiang Railway Station already had an electronic display screen.

Jiang Shan took a few more looks, and actually hung high for a long time.

I can't help but secretly admire the mighty iron boss.