Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio

Chapter 3 is simple and boring, but invincible!

Amid Jiang Ma's tears, Jiang Shan continued:

"I have been in northern Jiangsu for six years,"

"In the beginning, it was a day-to-day repetitive work to earn work points... I didn't have anything to do except how to fill my stomach all day long. Until half a year later, our educated youth ordered a...translator."

Hearing this, the whole family felt a bit like that.

There was no other movement in the small courtyard at this time, and no one noticed it. Except for their family, there were two other people listening quietly by the window.

Little sister Jiang Chuan was full of anticipation: "Quickly continue talking."

Jiang Shan Youyou picked up a piece of meat: "When this person first arrived at the educated youth spot, he didn't talk much with everyone, and just held the script/recorded words all day long."

"No matter how early you get up, you must be able to see him sitting in the yard reading, no matter how late you stay up, you must lie down in front of him..."

"At that time, people in the educated youth camp said that they had never seen such a hard-working person studying yu/lu."

"Until by chance, I discovered that the quotations/records in his hand were actually filled with foreign characters."

"Later, after we got to know each other better, I realized that this elder brother actually learned a foreign language with the help of Yu/Lu! What about Spanish and Italian?"

"By the way, this elder brother was a bilingual translator of English and Japanese before he came here."

In fact, although what Jiang Shan said is not his own experience, it is indeed a real person.

At that time, many comrades who were unwilling to live in the past were using this method to learn foreign languages.

Back then, Ba Jin was also Chinese in one hand and Spanish in the other, and learned a foreign language by comparing two languages/records.

Simple, boring, but invincible!
In later generations, these things were used as inspirational stories, and Jiang Shan was fortunate to have seen some of them.

"And then?" The eldest brother listened a little bit, he couldn't wait to hear what Jiang Shan said later.

At the same time, the old couple from the neighbor's house were also waiting by the window.

Listening to the stories from the small courtyard, Mr. Li Ruocheng's eyes were no longer cloudy as before.

There seemed to be a little bit of starlight in his eyes.

Many years ago, Li Ruocheng, who stayed in the country, also learned German and Italian in this way.

In addition to his previous proficiency in English and Russian, Li Ruocheng is now a well-known translator in the industry who is proficient in four languages.

Therefore, this past story of Jiangshan has just touched the heart of the old neighbor.

After swallowing a piece of meat, Jiang Shan's voice sounded again:
"Afterwards, I also wanted to learn a foreign language on a whim, so I pestered that elder brother to teach me. The first thing I learned was English."

Second brother Jiang He was startled when he heard that: "The first one? So you can speak other foreign languages?"

Jiang Shan has an expression of the past:

"On this one English, I have learned it to death. How many times during the period, I don't want to learn anything anymore,"

Jiang Shan began to make up the nonsense:

"But that big brother refused to let me go. He would rather help me with the farm work than force me to continue studying."

The second brother who feels the same way, of course knows how difficult it is to persist in studying in such a difficult day.

This time, he looked at the third child even more differently.

He has always believed that his younger brother is not as generous as he appears on the surface:
"That big brother, I must not bear to see you give up your studies at such a young age, and want to give you a hand!"

Jiang Shan nodded solemnly: "Isn't that so, after that he got up early and I got up early, and he went to bed late and I went to bed late, and finally mastered English in three years, and then taught me to learn Japanese in the same way..."

Jiang Ma couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "He is your nobleman!"

Seeing the good news, Jiang Shan hurriedly accepted: "Yes, what an unforgettable time!"

Eldest brother Jiang Hai looks at Jiang Shan differently now: "So, you can not only speak English but also Japanese?"

Jiang Shan nodded: "I can say a few words."

"Look," Jiang Ma said excitedly, "Did you hear his father, our son can speak Japanese!"

"What's so difficult about that?" Dad Jiang was happy in his heart, but he didn't let go: "I can do that too."

Jiang Shan smiled: "You always give me a few words."

Father Jiang gave him a hard look: "Baga, you ate up all the meat!"

"Hahaha,"

The younger sister, Jiang Chuan, couldn't help laughing. After savoring it carefully, she quickly lowered her head to take a look, and immediately shouted: "Mom, look at the third brother who ate up all the meat."

"Keep your voice down," Jiang Ma hurriedly handed the contents of her bowl to her little daughter, "I'm not afraid that the neighbors will hear."

The second child, Jiang He, laughed silently.

He had been looking at Jiangshan's chopsticks just now, and except for his own, he only used Jiangma's meat.

At this time, the old couple in the neighbor's house withdrew their gazes, and Li Ruocheng looked down at the translated version of "Andersen's Fairy Tales" on the desk.

His wife Li Huaiying asked tentatively: "Why don't you invite him in to have a try?"

"No need," Li Ruocheng pinched the bridge of his nose: "He is not a professional translator after all, I can still persist."

……

On the side of Baoshan Road, stands an inconspicuous three-story gray brick office building.

The building is not high, and the surrounding courtyard is not small.

On both sides of the gate of the courtyard, there is a signboard with black characters on a white background, with "Pujiang Daily Office" on the left and "Pujiang Daily Press Printing Factory" on the right.

Against the backdrop of these two signboards, the gray and old office building immediately has a vicissitudes of cultural atmosphere.

There is a low-rise factory building tens of meters away from this building.

There is Jiangshan's current workplace - the printing factory of Pujiang Daily Press.

In the air, there is a long-lasting smell of ink.

At 05:30 in the morning, many dark green postal vehicles parked in the open space at the entrance of the newspaper delivery workshop.

More than a dozen postmen in green overalls are swiftly loading stacks of freshly shipped "Pujiang Daily" into their bags.

This is the last postal team to pick up the newspaper.

According to the usual practice, at six o'clock in the morning every day, the "Pujiang Daily" of that day can be seen on the market.

Jiang Shan, a shipper sitting at the door of the shipping workshop, has just finished work for the day.

It has been a whole month since he came to this world, and he has gradually adapted to the weird working hours of going to work at 9 pm and leaving get off work at 7 am.

Jiangshan is currently an apprentice worker, 18 yuan per month, and after three years of work, he can get a full salary of 36 yuan!

He, the new media tycoon in his previous life, is now resuming his old business, but he is just starting from the beginning.

Putting away the register on the table for a while, Jiang Shan took out a stack of old newspapers and read it.

Not far away, under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, stood two female workers from the calligraphy workshop, Yu Wenwen and Chang Zhaodi.

The two who had just changed into gray-blue overalls looked at Jiangshan from afar.

Recently, the two of them would stand under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree for a while when they got off work, as if they could use the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus to cover up the smell of ink all over their bodies.

"Have you noticed?"

Chang Zhaodi braided her thick braid with one hand, and pouted in the direction of Jiangshan: "He also likes to study recently."

"Tch," Yu Wenwen thought the other party's words were ridiculous: "Can reading a few newspapers count as learning?"

She glanced lightly at the mountains and rivers in the distance, gently stroked the red marks on her hands that had been scratched by the typeface, her eyes were full of disdain:

"He's just pretending to show me!"

Among the few female workers in the printing factory, Yu Wenwen was the prettiest one.

The white as snow oval face with picturesque eyebrows and soft eyes always gives people a feeling of tranquility and indifference.

In the words of their workshop director, Sister Li: "This girl Wenwen shouldn't be a worker, she should go to the office building in front of her to hold a pen."

These words really touched Yu Wenwen's heart, and she thought so too.

"My God," Chang Zhaodi suddenly understood something, and said in surprise, "This country can't be because you like Ye Qingzhu, so you can learn from him to read every day, right?"

Yu Wenwen had an expression that he knew already, but he didn't say anything more, just smiled slightly.

Then, she looked through the window of the foundry and turned to Ye Qingzhu, the typewriter inside.

Under the bright lights in the workshop, a young man with a literati temperament changed into his white shirt early and was looking at the book in his hand thoughtfully.

Under the background of several workers in blue overalls, Yu Wenwen was getting drunk gradually.

She raised her hand to gently pin a strand of hair behind her ear, and accidentally touched the wound on her fingertips.

Hiss~ How long will I have to do this kind of rough work?
Yu Wenwen, who secretly lamented his ill-fated fate, looked in the direction of Jiangshan again.

She and "Jiangshan" were assigned to the printing factory almost in tandem.

Almost immediately, Comrade "Jiangshan" fell in love with this frail and artistic young woman.

After that, as long as Yu Wenwen appeared in the workshop, "Jiangshan" would definitely want Fang to follow around and help Yu Wenwen do this and that.

Even if Yu Wenwen refused in every possible way with a cold face, he was reluctant to let the other party do a little bit of hard work.

"Impossible, Comrade Jiang, do you know that this is a violation of factory regulations?"

Yu Wenwen always repeats similar words with worry on his face:

"Besides, you always help me finish the work, and others will have opinions."

"You have done all my work, so what else can I learn? It's embarrassing for you to do this."

……

Every time he heard such words, "Jiangshan" always felt that the other party was caring for him.

So he said more firmly: "You are not in good health. Colleagues should help each other. I am really afraid that people will gossip. Why don't you go and sit at my desk."

Yu Wenwen expressed reluctance and reluctance on his face, but he couldn't wish for it in his heart.

Being able to make statistical records in the shipping workshop can be regarded as a job with a pen.

But she didn't feel that "Jiangshan" was helping her at all. Instead, she always had objections to the position assigned to her by the unit.

Obviously she is more suitable for the work of shipping statistics, but she was assigned to the tedious word-picking workshop.

Jiang Shan's job should have been given to her a long time ago.

(End of this chapter)