On the weekend, Yan Jiecheng decided to go to the bookstore.

He will show more and more skills in the future, and the only explanation is reading.

Therefore, he should develop the habit of reading and collecting books.

If you want others to believe, you must first believe in yourself.

Out of the alley, over the drum tower, Yan Jiecheng went straight to the east.

In less than ten minutes, we arrived at Dongzhimen Inner Street.

In addition to dodging trolleybuses and buses on the road, Yan Jiecheng went on a rampage.

After all, there will be no red street lights, and there will be an endless stream of ox carts, donkey carts, and horse-drawn carts along the way.

Seeing the Dongzhimen Tower in sight, Yan Jiecheng felt a lot of emotion.

This Dongzhimen city tower, now lonely only the city tower is left, only to see the city tower three drops of water heavy eaves rest on the top of the mountain, the ash tube tile green glazed tile trimming, the wall ridge beast, the inner wall of the city wall on both sides of the city tower has the road to climb the city.

The urn city and the arrow tower have long since disappeared.

In the summer of this year, in order to facilitate traffic, the gap was opened on the north side of the city tower, the arrow tower was demolished, and the urn city and the arrow tower were completely demolished.

At that time, Yan Jiecheng was the same as the nearby residents. I come here every night and steal bricks every day.

Of course, there is no means of transport, and there is not much to steal.

There is a Xinhua bookstore on Dongzhimen Street, and Yan Jiecheng walked around for half an hour.

I bought a set of industrial design and basic machinery books.

There are no railway-related books.

Later, I saw a set of "Music Appreciation Series" and the "Melodica Study Manual" issued by Shanghai Tonghui Publishing House.

I was about to go to the checkout when I saw a comic strip on the counter.

I curiously pulled it out and looked at it, yo, it was actually the Romance of the Three Kingdoms of Shanghai Fine Arts Publishing House.

Yan Jiecheng watched it with relish, and this comic book was depicted in detail, lifelike, and loveable from the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of the characters, to the carved beams and pillars of the court, the actions and battles of the military, and the victories and defeats of the battlefield.

"Oops. Say what about you, buy it or not? I want to buy it and watch it at home, don't turn it over for me. A female clerk in her thirties shouted at Yan Jiecheng.

Yan Jiecheng was not angry, closed the book and hurriedly said, "I'll buy it, I'll buy it." ”

Yan Jiecheng knew that this set of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" comic strips was published one after another in the fourth quarter of 56.

This year, due to some reasons, the work of drafting and creation has been stopped.

Later, it was not until 62 that the creation of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" was restarted, and by 64 the 60 volumes were finally completed.

Therefore, the set of comic books that Yan Jiecheng saw was only half a set of 34 volumes.

I checked out the bill at the counter, a total of six dollars and three cents and five cents, and the comic book alone cost three dollars and four cents.

It made Yan Jiecheng feel distressed for a long time.

Dongzhimen Inner Street is a slip, and there is a narrow storefront room on the street, with a Chinese bookstore.

Yan Jiecheng entered the door and saw bookshelves along the wall on the left and right, and the books were stacked densely and high.

The space between the two rows of bookshelves is enough for two people to stand back to back in front of the bookshelves and flip through the books, and if a third person comes, all three of them must turn sideways to get by.

It was already very crowded, and on the right hand side of the entrance door on the first floor, I made a cash register, half the size of a table.

Yan Jiecheng walked through the cash register, there was a staircase next to it, and went up the stairs to the second floor.

The second floor suddenly opened up, about one or two hundred square meters, there is a row of windows on the street, while flipping through the book, while looking at the pedestrians on the street downstairs, there is a special taste of quiet.

Yan Xie Chengjian saw that the shelves were full of cheap picture albums, calligraphy, notes, wild histories, essays and the like, and the printing and binding were also sloppy, not to mention any edition, and there was no so-called collection value.

Yan Jiecheng didn't know which books were collectible, so he thought it was a treasure hunt based on luck.

After looking for a while, I turned to a manuscript of a recipe called Zhi Huang Shanji.

The exposed place is full of chef's experience, and the handwriting is two different people.

From the information on the title page, it is known that this recipe was mainly collected, created and sorted out by the person who claimed to be Zhihuang.

Yan Xie Cheng saw that the story in the book was vivid and interesting, so he put the manuscript away and bought it later.

After walking around, he finally found that there was a box, all of which were manuscripts, and he looked at it carefully, and it was actually the original manuscript of the railway design, and he exclaimed in his heart: This is good-looking, this is good.

Seeing that he didn't have anything he liked, Yan Jiecheng settled the bill and left the bookstore and bought a flute in front of a small stall.

On the way home, I stopped by the trust store and bought a harmonica.

In this way, more than a dozen yuan disappeared all the way, which was enough for two people to have a month's ration.

The three mothers in the family chattered for a while, calculating how much corn flour, how many white potatoes, and how long they could eat for more than a dozen yuan.

At noon, Yan Jiejing was clamoring to eat white-flour steamed buns, Yan Jiecheng pinched Yan Jiejian's little face, and said, "You little guy, I'm afraid I won't have to eat these two noodles in the future." ”

Yan Bugui has already made up his mind that he will have to eat sweet potatoes at home in the future.

White potato rice, white potato bun, you can't live without white potatoes.

In the afternoon, Yan Jiecheng took a bus out of the city and went to Zuojiazhuang.

It took less than an hour to arrive.

I got out of the car and walked for a while, and there were no people on the country road in the cold winter.

Along the way, the villages are dotted with stars, there are seven or eight small villages, and there are dozens or hundreds of people.

After walking for about an hour, there were four or five kilometers of road, and finally I arrived at Zuojiazhuang.

Several families have a village, and when they visit relatives and friends, they rely on steps, but they are tired and fall on two legs.

There are more than 30 families in this Zuojiazhuang, surnamed Zuo, all of whom are of the same clan and clan.

What Yan Jiecheng was looking for was Yan Bugui's cousin Zuo Linhe.

Zuo Linhe is the accountant of the brigade, and he has some doorways. In the past, the Yan family exchanged food, and they were all looking for him.

"Xie Cheng is here, come to the house and warm up."

In the winter, there is no farm work in the village, and the dogs that are cold outside are not treated, and everyone hides in the house.

I entered the house, took off my shoes, and got on the kang.

A warm current ran from his buttocks to his whole body, and Yan Jiecheng suddenly felt that the fatigue along the way was swept away.

Uncle Cousin looked at the two bottles of Erguotou that Yan Jiecheng put on the table, not only a little curious.

You have to know that your cousin is the most calculating. Although every time you change food, you will not suffer a loss, but you have never taken advantage of it.

When have you ever seen a gift come to the house? It's weird!

"Xie Cheng, what are you?"

Yan Jiecheng saw that his cousin's face was strange, so he told him about working in the rolling mill.

"Okay, okay, Uncle Cousin must drink this wine. Now that you're at work, your dad can be more relaxed. It's really not easy to see that your father has raised a large family by himself over the years. ”

The two talked for a while, and the cousin asked the cousin to go outside the door to watch.

My cousin held the soles of her shoes and sat in the sun at the door, pulling on the soles.

The two men in the room talked.

"Now every family in the village has collected their food, and they all eat together in a big pot. Ordinary people don't have extra food to exchange. "Uncle Cousin smoked a dry cigarette and spit out fog.

"It is estimated that only a few cadres in the village, as well as the cook's family on the stove, have grain in stock."

Listening to his cousin Zuo Linhe's words, Yan Xie Cheng was stunned. It's weird, these days, no cooks are indispensable to steal.