The Boss of the Yan Family in Siheyuan

Chapter 14 Going to the Countryside Zuojiazhuang

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

He will show more and more abilities in the future, and the only explanation is to read books.

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

To believe in others, you must first believe in yourself.

After leaving the alley and crossing the Drum Tower, Yan Jiecheng headed straight to the east.

In less than 10 minutes, we arrived at Dongzhimen Inner Street.

Apart from avoiding the 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 was filled with emotion.

The Dongzhimen tower, now only the tower is left alone, with three drops of water and double eaves resting on the top of the mountain, with gray tiles and green glazed tiles trimmed, and animals on the ridge of the wall.

The Wengcheng and the Arrow Tower have long since disappeared.

This summer, in order to facilitate transportation, a gap was opened on the north side of the city tower, the tower of the watchtower was demolished, and the urn city and the watchtower were completely demolished.

At that time, Yan Jiecheng was the same as the nearby residents.He comes here every night and steals bricks every day.

Of course, there is no means of transport, and not much can be stolen.

There is a Xinhua Bookstore on Dongzhimen Street, and Yan Jiecheng walked around for half an hour.I found a set of "Music Appreciation Series" and "Mouth Organ Learning Manual" issued by Shanghai Tonghui Publishing House.

Just about to check out, I saw a row of comic books on the counter.

Curiously, I took it out and looked through it, yo, it turned out to be Romance of the Three Kingdoms by Shanghai Fine Arts Publishing House.

Yan Xiecheng read it with great interest. From the joys, sorrows, joys and gestures of the characters, to the carved beams and pillars of the court, the actions of the army, and the victory and defeat on the battlefield, the comic strips are all described in detail and vividly, which makes people fondle admiringly.

"Hey. What about you, do you want to buy it or not? It depends on buying it at home, and don't spoil it for me." A female shop assistant in her 30s shouted at Yan Jiecheng.

Yan Jiecheng wasn't angry either, he closed the book and said quickly, "I'll buy it, I'll buy it."

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

This year, due to some reasons, work such as drafting and creation was stopped.

Later, until 62, the creation work of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" was resumed, and in 64, all 60 volumes were finally published.

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

After paying the bill at the counter, the total was six yuan and thirty-five cents, and the comic book alone was three yuan and forty cents.

It made Yan Jiecheng feel distressed for a long time.

Along Dongzhimen’s inner street, there is a narrow facade facing the street, which is a Chinese bookstore.

Yan Jiecheng entered the door, and saw the 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 books. If a third person comes over, all three of them must turn sideways to pass.

It was already very crowded, and on the right hand side of the entrance on the first floor, there was 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 to the second floor.

The second floor is suddenly open, with an area of ​​about [-] to [-] square meters. There is a row of windows facing the street. While reading a book, you can look at the passers-by on the street downstairs.

Yan Jiecheng saw that the bookshelves were full of cheap picture albums, copybooks, notes, unofficial histories, essays and the like, and the printing and binding were sloppy, so there was no edition or collection value.

Yan Jiecheng didn't know which books were worth collecting, so it was just a matter of luck.

After searching for a while, I found a recipe manuscript called Zhihuang Shanji.

The place where Lubai is written is full of the chef's experience, and the handwriting is from two different people.

From the information on the title page, we know that this recipe is mainly collected, created and sorted out by the person who claims to be naive.

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

After shopping around, seeing nothing he liked, Yan Jiecheng checked out and left the bookstore, and bought a flute at a small booth.

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

Just like this, more than eight yuan was gone all the way down, which was enough for two people's rations for a month.

The three mothers in the family chattered for a while, calculating how much cornmeal, how much sweet potato, and how long to eat for more than eight yuan.

At noon, Yan Jiedi made a fuss about eating steamed buns made of white noodles. Yan Jiecheng pinched Yan Jiedi's face and said, "You little guy, I'm afraid you won't be able to eat these Erhe noodles in the future."

Yan Bugui has already made up his mind that from now on, everyone in the family must eat sweet potatoes.

Sweet potato rice, sweet potato buns, you can't live without sweet potatoes.

In the afternoon, Yan Jiecheng took the bus out of the city and headed for Zuojiazhuang.

It will be there in less than an hour.

After getting out of the car, I walked for a while. In the cold winter, there were no people on the country road.

Along the way, the villages are dotted like stars. There are seven or eight households with a small village, and large villages with tens of hundreds of people.

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

There are a few households in one village, and visiting relatives and friends depends on the amount of steps, which means that both legs are tired.

There are more than [-] families in Zuojiazhuang, surnamed Zuo, all of the same clan.

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

Zuo Linhe is the accountant of the brigade, and has some knowledge.In the past, the Yan family used to look for him to exchange food.

"Xie Cheng is here, get warm in the house soon."

There is no farm work in the village in the winter, and the dogs are not waiting for the cold outside, so everyone hides in the house.

Entered the house, took off his shoes, and got on the kang.

A warm current flowed from his buttocks to his whole body, and Yan Jiecheng felt the fatigue all the way was swept away.

The uncle looked at the two bottles of Erguotou Yan Jiecheng put on the table, not only a little curious.

You have to know that your cousin is the most calculating.Although changing food every time will not make me suffer, but I haven't taken advantage of it.

When did you come to the house to bring gifts?How strange!

"Xie Cheng, what are you?"

Yan Jiecheng saw his uncle's expression was strange, so he told about his work in the rolling mill.

"Okay, okay, my cousin must drink this wine. You have joined the work, and your dad can relax. Seeing that your dad has raised your big family all these years, it is really not easy."

The two chatted for a while, and the uncle asked the aunt to watch outside the door.

The cousin took the soles, sat at the door basking in the sun, and pulled the soles.

The two in the room talked.

"Now the grain of every household in the village has been taken away, and everyone eats together in a big pot. Most people don't have any extra grain to exchange." Uncle Biao smoked a dry cigarette and puffed.

"It is estimated that only a few cadres in the village and the cook on the stove have food in their homes."

After hearing what his cousin Zuo Linhe said, Yan Jiecheng was stunned.Strange and strange, these days, no cook anywhere can do without stealing.

(End of this chapter)