Before Chen Muwu could speak, the eldest brother Chen Muqiao had already turned his elbow outward and spoke for Zhang Naiyan.

Fortunately, he was still reasonable, and did not directly agree for his little brother, but persuaded him step by step: "Little brother, since you and I grew up eating the water and rice of the Yangtze River, it is only natural to give back to Sangzi."

"Now that Brother Junmou has taken time out of his busy schedule to visit the Humble House, you have a skill in science, and you should contribute to the education of your hometown."

The inheritance of 5,000 years of agricultural civilization has made every Chinese person have a strong local complex in their bones. To use an idiom allusion, this is called "don't forget to be in Ju".

Chen Muqiao is such a person, last year, the whole territory of Giang Province was flooded, he not only donated a sum of money, but also participated in the disaster relief committee, running around for the affairs of his hometown, and did it himself.

Therefore, when he heard that his younger brother was going to be invited back to his hometown to give a lecture, he was naturally very happy and wanted to do his best to facilitate it.

Chen Muwu also sang along: "The younger brother respectfully follows the teachings of the eldest brother and is willing to follow Mr. Junmou back to his hometown to give lectures." ”

Liu Sanbian said: "Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times", since the five dynasties and ten kingdoms of Wuyue Wusu King Qian Biao, the river is the country's top rich land.

If you have money and don't make money, Chen Muwu is also very happy to go back to his hometown to give lectures, because he doesn't have to think about the amount of remuneration at all, and if he gives less, the other party will feel embarrassed.

He began to think about it, will there be a girl from a big family who not only fell in love with his handsome appearance, but was also deeply moved by his inner knowledge, and finally decided to make a personal promise?

Of course, this is just a joke he made, after all, the Huns have not been destroyed, why do they want to be at home?

Chen Muwu is still young, and he doesn't have that kind of worldly desire, except for being very beautiful.

"Okay, good, I'm glad you have that attitude. Brother Junmou,......" Chen Muqiao praised his younger brother, and then turned his head to look at Zhang Naiyan.

"Zheng Gong."

Chen Muqiao is polite to call Zhang Naiyan's character Brother Junmou, but if Zhang Naiyan also calls Chen Muqiao's character Brother Zheng Xiang in turn, it is disrespectful.

After all, the two are different in age and status, and they must be distinguished from the old and the young.

"Tomorrow, my brother will go north to make an appointment with Shaoda, and now the New Year is approaching, so it's better to wait for the New Year, and then let my brother go to his hometown to give a lecture, how about it?"

"It couldn't be better! Then I will thank Zheng Gong and Hanchen for the students in my hometown. ”

"You're welcome."

……

Sending away Zhang Naiyan, an uninvited guest, Chen Muwu only had one night left at home.

He packed all his luggage into a large suitcase, and he also carried a small briefcase containing a few spare books such as the latest issues of Saturday and Red Magazine, so that he could pass the time on the train.

Early in the morning of the 16th, Chen Muwu had breakfast at home before leaving, and under the reluctant gaze of Mrs. Chen, he boarded an Austin car sent by his second brother from Qianzhuang.

The eldest brother, who hadn't appeared all morning, finally came late, and he was still carrying a wrapper in his hand.

Chen Muqiao opened the car door, sat down next to his younger brother, and shook the things he was carrying: "I bought them at the market early in the morning, and the fresh winter bamboo shoots that just came on the market today have a total of two copies, each serving is three catties, one for the young fisher, and the other for Qimeng." Let's go, let's go. ”

Hu Shi sent another telegram a few days ago, asking Chen Muwu if he wanted to find a place to live for him.

Chen Muwu originally wanted to go to the famous Liuguo Hotel to have a look, but the eldest brother rejected the idea.

It's not because of the terrible house prices of the Six Nations Hotel, but because Chen Muqiao feels that it is the New Year, and the younger brother is away alone, and staying in a hotel is not as intimate as staying at home.

So he sent a telegram to his old friend in Shaojing, found a room for Chen Muwu that he could borrow for a while, and asked them to take care of his younger brother during his visit to Beijing.

In order to express his compliments, Chen Muqiao also went to the market early in the morning to buy winter bamboo shoots, a specialty of Jiangnan, and asked Chen Muwu to bring them to show his gratitude for the help of others.

He knows very well that although a few catties of bamboo shoots are not expensive, for these old friends who have lived in Beijing for many years, the winter bamboo shoots that they have not tasted for a long time are a panacea to relieve the taste of nostalgia, and they are worth countless times more than gold.

In the car, the eldest brother took the trouble to tell Chen Muwu various precautions for this trip, and after arriving at the North Station, he also sent him to the platform all the way.

At 7:35 a.m., the whistle sounded on time, white smoke erupted from the chimney, the locomotive clattered, and the 11th Shanghai-Beijing intermodal train left the platform.

The environment of the first-class carriage is very elegant, the seats are also very comfortable, and the passengers inside are dressed up, all of them look like they are either rich or expensive, they seem to have become accustomed to taking the train, they should read books, they should read newspapers, they should flirt with their female companions, they should flirt with their female companions.

In the entire carriage, there was only one person who showed discomfort with taking the train, and this person was none other than Chen Muwu.

It wasn't the first time he had taken a train, but it was the first time he had taken a train in the twenties.

In the morning, riding on the potholed road in the second brother's car with almost no shock absorption function had already choked Chen Muwu enough.

Now sitting on the train, running over a rail seam every ten meters is even more immortal.

Chen Muwu couldn't help but wonder if he would directly find a bone master to help him splice the bones that fell apart all over his body after he arrived in Shaojing for another day and a night.

In the original time and space, the Fuxing high-speed railway can send passengers from the sea to Shaojing in more than four hours.

And now that the same amount of time has passed, the train that Chen Muwu took has just passed Su Xian!

However, it has the advantage of being able to buy food on the platform when the train stops.

Right now, for example, he is enjoying a duck with sauce that he bought from the platform.

Whether it is an authentic Lu manuscript recommended sauce duck, Chen Muwu does not know, because this is just one side of the hawker's shouting.

But he knew that the sauce duck was indeed delicious, and the deliciousness made him forget the pain of the journey for a while.

And this sauce duck is also good and cheap, compared with those expensive microwave heating instant lunches on the high-speed rail, it is really a heaven and an underground!

At 3:043 p.m., the train that ran for eight and a half hours on the Shanghai-Nanjing Railway arrived at the end on time, located at the Shenjing Station in Xiaguan on the Yangtze River.

For Chen, however, his journey is only a quarter of the way through.

After getting off the train here, he didn't have time to take a breath and rest for a while, he had to rush to the bank of the Yangtze River with his luggage non-stop, and take the ferry to Pu Yan Station on the other side of the river to transfer to the Jinpu Line.