Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio

Chapter 112 The prelude to the revision of the paper media officially kicked off

Since the first advertisement in "Pujiang Daily".

In the entire Pujiang City, any unit that can be called a "mediator" is working overtime to join the "commercial advertising" family.

Pujiang Packaging and Decoration Company, the new company name submitted to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau a few days ago has not yet been approved, and it has already begun to draw large billboards day and night.

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve.

The editor-in-chief of "Jiefang Daily" not only rejected the editors' application to publish a single-page newspaper, but also said to them:
"When ordinary people are on vacation, that's when they need to read newspapers the most. Not only can they not rest, but they also have to work overtime to study the layout reform of our newspaper."

Jiang Hai also had the same idea as him.

It's so late, he still stays in the newspaper office on Anfu Street with Cai Wensheng and other main creative team.

A large amount of materials piled up on the conference table are waiting for them to process them in batches.

Next month is a critical moment for the first issue of "Oriental Metropolis Daily", and many things have to wait for Editor-in-Chief Jiang to finalize them one by one.

At this time, Jiang Shan was sitting in front of the window of the hut, facing the pictures provided by the Meiying Studio on the desktop, and carefully pondering the mural sketches to be put on the wall.

A drawing of a cartoon that has already been shown or played is sufficient.

Jiang Shan plans to focus on the upcoming animated film this year.

After all, the current age is not yet the time for nostalgia.

New things and new weather are the focus of most concern of the masses today.

In the early morning, the snores of Jiang's father and the boss alternated in the room.

Five or six sketches were already clamped on the thin hemp rope hanging above the writing desk.

"Nezha Navigating the Sea", "Smart Avanti"...

At this moment, Jiang Shan is drawing a draft of a poster for "Panda Department Store".

These are the movies that will be released this year, and they are also the ones that Jiangshan has left a deep impression on.

After finishing the last picture, Jiang Shan stretched his waist and sat back on the chair with his hands on the back of his head.

Looking at the cartoon manuscript hanging on a rope, the original sleepiness is swept away in the colorful world.

In a trance, he seemed to enjoy the tranquility of this moment very much.

The foggy glass windows became whiter this time.

Looming, Jiang Shan seemed to hear the rustling of footsteps.

Hearing the strange sound, Jiang Shan stretched out his hand and pushed open the glass window, and immediately said pleasantly: "Second brother, it's snowing!"

In order to hide from Jiang He, who was sleeping on the upper bunk, he rolled over and said, "If you keep shouting, I'll beat you up."

"You wait," Jiang Shan left a slit in the direction of the second brother, "I'll go out to rub the snow and stuff you under the bed."

"Heh," Jiang He snorted with his eyes closed, "Excuse me!"

When Jiang Shan walked out of the house in a cotton coat, Jiang's father happened to light the second coal stove.

Today is destined to be a day for Jiang Ma to make a fuss.

"Dad, it's snowing,"

Jiang Shan, who didn't sleep all night, now has brighter eyes.

Jiang Xiangnan rolled his eyes at him: "You've been in Subei for six years, haven't you seen enough snow?"

"What do you know?" Jiang Ma came out of the small kitchen: "This is Ruixue, and there will be no shortage of food and clothing for the coming year!"

Jiang Shan smiled and squeezed Jiang's mother's shoulders: "It's still my mother who is educated."

Jiang's mother's face became even more clumsy with a smile: "Three children, you have a good look tonight. Mom will cook some new dishes for you. I'm sure you haven't seen them before."

Jiang Shan smiled at the corner of his mouth, and trembled: "Not everything has to be new, why are you launching new dishes every three days, Mom?"

Jiang Ma said with a mysterious smile: "Recently, your Aunt Su often shows me a newspaper, which introduces a new dish every day."

"Where is it?" Jiang Shan asked quickly.

Jiang Ma smiled and pointed: "In the pot."

Jiang Shan was not talking about food: "I asked you where the newspaper is?"

"In my house!"

Jiang Shan hurried into the house to search, and finally saw the culprit, "Jiefang Daily".

On the fourth page, above an advertisement for opera swords, a new column "Daily Recipes" appeared.

"Hey," Jiang Shan smiled, he likes this kind of challenging feeling: "The consciousness of the people is very high!"

The prelude to the revision of the paper media has officially kicked off.

Although it was New Year's Eve today, none of the three Jiang family brothers stayed at home.

Jiang Hai still has to go to the society to do a few things, but Jiang Shan and Jiang He on the other side have to pedal tricycles to move for the boss.

"It should be about the same after moving two times," Jiang's father looked at the pile of furniture that was full of cars.

"I think it's about the same," Jiang Shan put Xiaobai on the small seat: "Brother said other furniture, I will add it later!"

Jiang He let go of the car brake: "Then let's go!"

Facing the breeze and snow, Jiang Ma, watched enviously by the neighbors, jumped into the back seat of Jiang Dad: "Our boss is finally moving into the building!"

Jiang's father shook the faucet of the car twice, and also laughed: "No, there is a room for the two of us!"

……

In the afternoon, the snow fell more densely.

Looking up, the sky is full of fluttering and erratic.

Jiang Chuan's classmate Ying Ruhua came to visit the house: "Huh? Why is there no one in your house!"

"I'm not human!" Jiang Chuan smiled and brought out two plates of melon seeds and peanuts: "The family moved my elder brother."

"Hehe," Ying Ruhua smiled naively, with white teeth and red lips, bright and moving: "Show me your record player!"

Jiang Chuan raised an eyebrow at her: "Wait!"

Uncovering the red velveteen hijab, a toy record player appeared in front of Ying Ruhua's eyes: "This color is so pretty!"

The little girl has never seen such a cartoon color scheme in her dreams.

Now this record player has already become Jiang Chuan's most beloved treasure.

Jiang Chuan took out a record and put it in gently: "The sound is even better!"

After a while, music with a slightly electronic feel came from the small dining room of the Jiang family.

Two little girls, one leaning on a small bed and the other sitting on a chair.

He didn't speak anymore for a while, just nodded his head in a decent manner following the beat.

The music in the small dining room is still there, and Ying Ruhua walks into Jiangshan's hut following the music.

Just a casual glance when she entered the door, the little girl's mind was already caught up in the sketches in the room.

At this time, Ying Ruhua, who was standing in front of the writing desk, suddenly flashed a pair of big moist eyes, and said in surprise: "So many paintings, which one of your brothers did it?"

Jiang Chuan, who was lying on the bed, didn't even have to think about it: "Is it the painting on the window sill? My little brother did it."

This morning, she also looked so surprised.

"It's really well drawn," Ying Ruhua looked at one by one, "This little panda is so cute!"

"Do you like it?" Jiang Chuan asked outside: "I'll let my little brother give you one some other day!"

"Are you serious?" Ying Ruhua quickly grabbed the door frame and looked at Jiang Chuan on the bed: "Will your little brother agree?"

"No problem," Jiang Chuan said proudly, "My little brother loves me the most."

Ying Ruhua smiled, a pair of dimples looming on her pink cheeks: "You keep your word!"

Jiang Chuan didn't speak any more, and only made an OK gesture to his good friend.

These brothers taught her movements, and Jiang Chuan had already used them proficiently.

Ying Ruhua didn't speak for a while, watching the animations all over the room put her in a good mood.

Suddenly his fingers moved and he picked up a paintbrush on the table.

……

Everything was arranged properly, and the Jiang family and his party, who had moved two or three wheelers, were ready to retreat.

"It's still empty," Jiang Ma was thinking about what else to bring in: "It's not good if the house is too big."

"The bigger the house, the better," Jiang Shan told her while counting with his fingers: "The dining table hasn't come in yet, I'll buy a sofa later..."

Thinking about it all the way, Jiang Ma seems to have seen the boss move into a modern family, but think carefully:
"If you want me to say that Xiaoyu's mother is really unlucky, such a nice house... Sigh!"

Jiang Shan felt that what Jiang Ma said was right: "You don't have to worry about him, he is a person who wants to live in a big villa abroad."

"It's true," said Jiang's mother in one sentence: "There are three bachelor sons in my family!"

Jiang Shan wasn't worried at all, he just pedaled on his bicycle.

He was only 23 years old after the new year, and it was not his turn to marry a wife first.

Comrade Jiang He was also not worried: "Mom, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, Lu Xiao came to wish you New Year's greetings!"

"Then I can cook a few more dishes tomorrow." Jiang Ma was very satisfied with this prospective daughter-in-law.

Jiang Shan also likes this Comrade Second Sister-in-law very much, the key is to talk less, except when speaking lines!
(End of this chapter)