On the eve of New Year's Day in 1980, every family's dinner table was much richer than ever.

When the new year is coming, who doesn't want to squander it.

In a lane in Pujiang City, Qiu Yuefeng, who was carrying a large bag and a small bag, walked much more energetically than in the past.

He was followed by a young girl in her twenties.

On the last day of 1979, Qiu Yuefeng's youngest daughter Qiu Haohao was finally able to return to the city after 8 years of expatriate labor.

"Hungry Haohao," Qiu Yuefeng looked at his little daughter lovingly: "I'll start eating when I get home in a while, your mother has been busy since yesterday, and there is a whole table of good dishes, all of which you love to eat." ”

"Hmm,"

Qiu Haohao responded with a smile, and then began to look around again.

Just the familiar and unfamiliar alley in front of you is enough to look at yourself for a while.

At the moment when the door behind the father and daughter closed, Qiu Yuefeng's small house of 17 square meters immediately heard a lively sound that was different from the past.

hugged one by one, wiped tears one by one......

It wasn't until the frozen toes began to feel some sense that Qiu Haohao's heart finally settled down.

"Little sister, look at it,"

After Qiu Yuefeng's three children sat down as a family, they reached out and turned on the TV: "We also have a TV at home." ”

"This TV is so big," Qiu Haohao stared at the TV without blinking: "It's so beautiful!" ”

After only a while, Qiu Yuefeng and his lover had already filled their daughter's bowl with vegetables.

"From now on, I will be able to watch TV every day,"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Yuefeng suddenly heard a familiar voice from the TV: "Huh? ”

In the 17-inch TV set on the chest of drawers, a brand new documentary is playing: "Pujiang, Pujiang".

Following the perspective of a travel bus, various well-known locations in Pujiang City appear on the TV set one by one.

It's a coincidence to say that Qiu Haohao can first follow the documentary to learn about today's Pujiang City.

[This is a bright spring tourist season, I took the camera to the land of Pujiang......]

……

In the small courtyard of No. 51 Anhe Street, a family surnamed Jiang was also sitting in front of the TV at this time.

The program broadcast on the TV at this meeting is also a documentary of "Pujiang, Pujiang".

[The park was built in 1954, and it is said that there are more than 280 species of wild animals on display here......]

As the commentary continued to sound, the camera of the tour group came to a zoo again.

"This voice sounds so familiar," Dad Jiang always felt that he had heard it somewhere: "Du Qiu, it's Du Qiu, right?" ”

Lu Xiao, who was sitting on the sofa winding a ball of string, nodded slightly: "The narrator of this documentary is Bike from our unit. ”

"Second sister-in-law," Jiang Chuan, who helped Lu Xiao support the yarn, asked curiously: "In addition to Du Qiu in "Manhunt", who else has he dubbed?" ”

"Think about it," the ball of yarn in Lu Xiao's hand became more and more rounded: "Inspector Poirot and Avanti of "Nile Tragedy", "

"Avanti is also his voice?"

"He and Qiu Yuefeng, one is with Avanti, and the other is with Master Bayi."

[There are so many places to see in Pujiang that we had to leave the people in the park due to time......]

As soon as the camera in the documentary turns, the orderly arrangement of high-rise buildings appears on the television.

"Third Uncle," Jiang Xiaoyu, who had been watching TV quietly, suddenly pointed to the TV and stood up: "Third Uncle's house." ”

"Ah," Jiang's mother also saw it, she quickly turned her head and shouted to a few people in the family: "Look, this is the place where the boss led us to the afternoon afternoon." ”

"Yes, yes, yes," Dad Jiang almost threw away his cigarette in excitement: "That's the building of the third family." ”

This is also too unexpected, the nine high-rise buildings I just walked through in the afternoon, I didn't expect to appear on the TV at night.

Moreover, it was even bigger.

"This is the old three-new building?"

Jiang He and Lu Xiao, who have always been calm and calm, hurriedly looked at the TV carefully: "It looks quite advanced!" ”

"Of course it's advanced, have you ever seen anyone with an elevator?"

"Is this Pujiang here?"

Jiang Chuan and Ruhua stared at the TV with wide eyes, and the more they watched, the more strange they felt: "Why is it so like a foreign country!" ”

Listening to what her little daughter said, Jiang's mother smiled even more happily.

At this moment, Jiang's father and Jiang's mother have long forgotten the farmland and old cattle on the roadside.

It's like a documentary playing on a TV set.

Even if the 10,000-person gymnasium at this time is surrounded by patches of farmland, not even a single radish seedling wants to enter the frame of the camera.

With the extension of the nine high-rise buildings in Xuhui New Village, the Pujiang Stadium has also appeared on the TV.

"Look, standing upstairs in the third family, you can clearly see this 10,000-person gymnasium."

[Look, this newly built Pujiang Gymnasium can't help but see ......]

Bick's commentary sounded just right.

Accompanied by a jingling piano soundtrack, all the housekeeping buildings that Pujiang can get hold of appear on TV one after another.

This will look at the smiling faces of Jiang's father and Jiang's mother, it is really as brilliant as it is!

……

"At the beginning of this year, some officials couldn't even tell the difference between passports and visas," he said.

In the smoky office of the Light Industry Bureau, Director Xu's voice was shuttling back and forth in the fog:

"In Guangzhou, people who conduct business negotiations with Xiangjiang businessmen are angrily accused of ignorance by the other party.

What makes the other party even more tired is that our country has a variety of official titles.

In the end, foreign businessmen who really don't know can only judge the rank of the official from the order of entry......"

Seeing that Director Xu's tone was getting more and more dull, Jiang Shan looked at Huang Hua who was sitting beside him with a puzzled expression.

Coincidentally, Comrade Huang Hua was also looking at him with a confused expression.

After some ignorant eye exchange, the two decided to continue to listen carefully.

"According to the rough statistics of a newspaper in Xiangjiang, there are not a few well-educated cadres under the age of 45 in the mainland."

After saying this, Director Xu's expression was more upright than usual.

"Which newspaper in Xiangjiang is saying this?" Jiang Shan felt that someone would have to speak.

Otherwise, it means that everyone sitting here acquiesces to the meaning of this sentence.

"If I'm not mistaken," Director Xu actually remembered clearly: "It should be the "Xiangjiang Industrial and Commercial Daily". ”

"It's it," Jiang Shan guessed that it was, "you don't have to care about what this newspaper says." ”

"Why don't you care?"

"There are different factions in the current press in Hong Kong,"

At this time, Jiangshan can be regarded as an employee of a news unit.

It's still reasonable to talk about these topics.

"Then which faction does this "Xiangjiang Business Daily" belong to?"

"Standard pro-Taiwan!"

"I understand what you mean," Director Xu looked at Jiang Shan and said, "In other words, the content of this newspaper cannot be fully trusted." ”

"Just listen to it!"

"Xiangjiang Industrial and Commercial Daily" was also known as the Meijiang newspaper at this time.

When the date for the return was set in 1984, the newspaper announced that it would be closed.

Director Xu nodded silently.

Although Jiang Shan's words gave him some comfort, it was only a little.

"I don't mean anything else when I say this,"

Xu Ju re-lit a cigarette: "I just think that our country is currently lacking in addition to foreign exchange, but also lacking talents." ”

One of the people sitting was counted as one, and all of them nodded vigorously and said yes.

"Do you know why I brought you here again tonight?" Xu Ju looked at Jiang Shan and asked.

"I don't know," Jiang Shan really couldn't guess.

In the evening, as soon as the front foot stepped into the country of the No. 51 courtyard, he was pulled by Huang Hua's car to the Light Industry Bureau.

Just like last time, Huang Hua himself didn't know what it was.

Director Xu, who only knows about this meeting, is looking for rivers and mountains all over the world.

In this era when there are no call machines and no mobile phones, it is really not easy to find someone.

"You two haven't eaten yet," Xu Ju pointed out the door, "Let's go to the cafeteria and talk while eating." ”

……

Faced with the high-standard hospitality standards arranged by the Xu Bureau, Jiang Shan and Huang Hua decided to live up to their expectations.

Looking at the two people who were going all out in front of him, Xu Ju's chopsticks didn't dare to rest.

After swallowing a few mouthfuls of food, Xu Ju took out something from his coat pocket and put it on the table: "I've seen all of this." ”

Two hexagonal green pencils, lying quietly on the table.

Jiang Shan looked up: "Of course I have seen it." ”

Huang Hua: "Pencil." ”

In this era when comrades are still comrades, and 2B is still a pencil, this thing is already a green paint body, with a familiar appearance of platinum font.

"Do you two know how it came to be?"

Jiang Shan and Huang Hua both shook their heads.

"Don't underestimate this little pencil, our country didn't have its own pencil manufacturer before.

Since the beginning of "abolishing the imperial examination and running schools", foreign pencils have begun to pour into our country.

According to some data, foreign pencil dealers can take millions of silver dollars from China every year for this alone.

In 1932, an international student named Wu Ding entered Mitsubishi Pencil Co., Ltd. in Japan.

Observing his behavior of learning everywhere and paying attention to everything, a Japanese executive also guessed the real purpose of Wu Ding's entry into the factory.

But even then, the executive did not show the slightest hint of panic: even if you spend two lifetimes in our factory, you will never make a pencil. ”

When Director Xu said this, he picked up the soup bowl and took a sip.

Faced with the plates on the table that quickly bottomed out, he continued:

The other party's words not only did not make Wu Ding retreat, but also became harder.

After only one year of hard work, after returning to China, Wu Ding founded China's first pencil factory in Pujiang after selling part of his family property. ”

"He learned?"

"Of course!"

Seeing that the two finally put down their chopsticks, Xu Ju decided to return to the office first.

"After the factory was completed, Wu Ding found clay from Suzhou-Zhou, and Hunan-Nan found graphite."

The smoke in the office is rising again:

"Yunnan-South purchased lac, Northeast bought basswood, after many experiments, finally made a completely domestic "Ding" brand pencil.

Since then, our country finally has its own pencil manufacturer. ”

At this moment, Jiangshan is as fascinated as Huang Hua listens.

Before that, he really didn't know that a small pencil actually contained so much Qiankun.

After that, under the wave of advocating the use of domestic products and boycotting Japanese products in China.

Wu Ding printed 8 large characters on the pencil: 'Chinese use Chinese pencil'.

At the same time, it launched the "No. 500 Aviation Salvation" pencil, "No. 200 Good Student" and "No. 300 Child" pencils. ”

Speaking of this, Xu Ju smiled slightly: "Not to mention, enterprises in that era still paid great attention to publicity. ”

Xu Ju also agreed.

3. The propaganda awareness of domestic private enterprises in the 40s is really engraved in the bones.

"But the good times didn't last long, and during the Battle of Songhu in 1937, Wu Ding's China Lead Company was also bombarded by artillery fire."

But even in the most difficult moments, Wu Ding never thought of closing the factory.

First moved the factory to Chong-Qing, and after being bombed again, it continued to move to Lan-Zhou, taking all the way to production.

During the eight years of the Anti-Japanese War, China Lead produced more than 50 million pencils.

"However, since the appearance of the eraser-headed yellow pencil of Lao Mei, although Wu Ding has tried everything he can, it is still difficult to compete with it."

Speaking of this, Xu Ju sighed: "Since then, the production of medium lead has been in a state of semi-shutdown......

After hearing this, Jiang Shan couldn't help frowning.

If memory serves, two years ago, China Lead also produced the Zhonghua No. 101 drawing pencil.

The reason why I still remember this is because the appearance of this "101" fills the gap in my country's drawing pencils.

Just as he was about to ask a question, Xu Ju's voice came again.

(End of chapter)