Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio

Chapter 57 Six China First Screen

Seeing Jiang Shan's bewildered expression again, Li Ruocheng and Hu Xiao looked at each other and smiled.

"Xiao Jiang," Hu Xiao smiled, and finally there was a time when you couldn't get in the conversation: "This TV is not much younger than your age."

Afterwards, the two of you said one sentence, and I said one sentence, and became nostalgic in front of Jiangshan.

Everyone knows that in March 1958, the 3-inch "Yanjing" brand black and white TV, known as "China's first screen", was born in Tianjing.

In fact, in the following July, a 7-inch "Pujiang brand 17" black and white TV set was born in Pujiang City.

It's a pity that it was three months late, and lost the treatment of the son-in-law.

However, its value has been raised due to an operation by Pujiang.

Because there were only 30 picture tubes at that time, after the 30th "Pujiang 101" TV set was produced, the Pujiang Broadcasting Equipment Factory stopped production completely.

Therefore, the factory put numbers on the 30 black and white TV sets and the 70 imported TV sets purchased before.

These 100 black and white TV sets are the earliest TV sets in Pujiang.

From No. 70 onwards, it is the more precious "Pujiang Type 101".

Jiang Shan silently recalled the numbers they mentioned just now, one 81 and the other 78.

When I looked at the two again, it was like seeing my long-lost relatives.

"Let's go," Hu Xiao patted Jiang Shan's shoulder without a trace of remembrance:
"I have to go back and change the words quickly. After you return to Pujiang, you can go to the cinema to watch your lines."

Looking at Li Ruocheng again, the old man had already sat down to eat, and he didn't even look at him: "Hurry up and go back and see Xiaobai."

Only then did Jiang Shan think of the two children, and hurried back to the house.

When he saw that Jiang Xiaoyu and Jiang Xiaobai were on the upper bunk and the other on the lower bunk, sleeping blushingly, they let out a long breath.

There are not many more children like this.

Picking up a stack of drawings on the desk, Jiang Shan gently closed the door of the back room.

Then, with a paintbrush in his right hand and a red one in his left hand, he soon entered his own comic book world.

[After Kong Ming finished speaking, he ordered Tong'er to take out a scroll painting, hang it in the middle hall, and said to Liu Bei: "This map of the 54 states of Xichuan...]

Today, it's my turn to draw this text.

Jiang Shan paid great attention to one detail when he was painting "The War of the Red Cliff". Bamboo slips and paper will appear in this little book at the same time.

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, paper had been invented, but it had not been gradually popularized.

At this time, bamboo slips were still widely used, and it was the same in the Three Kingdoms period.

It was not until the Sui and Tang Dynasties that paper basically replaced bamboo slips.

Therefore, as long as maps and scrolls are mentioned in the copywriting, it is either drawing paper or painted skin.

The rest are either bamboo slips or wooden slips.

Time trickled down, the whole afternoon, Jiangshan never stopped painting.

Jiang Xiaoyu and Jiang Xiaobai were already used to seeing the third uncle's appearance when he was creating.

Respectively, those who should read books should read books, and those who should play toys should play toys.

Jiang Xiaobai stood silently in front of Third Uncle holding a square tin can with a big white rabbit on its surface.

Jiang Shan didn't even move his eyes, and after taking it, he helped the child open the lid of the box.

Only one piece of pine nut mooncake was left, and I gnawed it.

……

Starting tonight, Jiangshan will no longer have to take care of the work in the printing factory for the time being.

Director Gu personally wrote a secondment letter, and Jiang Hai stamped it without saying a word.

Secondment between institutions is very common.

One side wants people, the other side releases people, there is a reasonable and reasonable tacit agreement.

The moon is full and the moon is short, and the weather is getting cooler.

In the hut, Jiang Shan was sleeping on the upper bunk, and after putting down an ashtray, he quickly closed the window completely.

"Second brother, what time is it, and I'm still not asleep."

Jiang Shan was on the upper bunk, holding his head to look at Jiang He who was sitting at the writing desk, still very absorbed in the painting.

"You go to bed first, at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning, the eldest brother will take you to the train station by bike."

Even though the third child told himself that the boxes of sketches under the bed could be taken out for copying, Jiang He was still drawing the drawings of the third child.

While speaking, Jiang He's pen stopped, as if he had thought of something.

In the next second, he quickly turned off the desk lamp.

It was already 11 o'clock in the evening, and only Jiang Chuan's outhouse of Lao Jiang's house was still lit.

Recently, Jiang's father discovered that his youngest daughter can finally read books, and it's still the kind of day and night.

Hearing the sound of the upper bunk being tossed and turned, Jiang He frowned: "Can't sleep?"

Jiang Shan really couldn't sleep: "Maybe it's because I'm used to it. I've been sleeping too much in the past two days, and I really can't fall asleep."

"Um,"

Jiang He himself couldn't sleep, and he was the only one left in the hut at night on weekdays, and it was not uncommon for him to paint until two or three o'clock in the morning.

"Second brother,"

In the dark room, Jiang Shan's eyes were sharp: "I heard from our factory manager that you often go to the factory to watch movies?"

"Well," Jiang He's voice has always been emotionless: "Watching a few more movies that haven't been translated should be helpful for learning Japanese."

"Oh?" Jiang Shan didn't expect that Jiang He would have this understanding: "No one is embarrassing you, right?"

"Don't worry," Jiang He yawned, "The translation factory doesn't just know you."

Jiang Shan didn't ask any more questions. The moment he heard Jiang He yawn, he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

……

The next day, before six o'clock, Jiang's mother yelled in the outhouse: "Boss and third, get up quickly, it's almost seven o'clock."

Jiang Shan was so frightened that he almost fell out of bed.

Even Jiang He was in disarray.

When the three brothers walked to the outer room in a daze, Jiang Ma brought a pot of noodles to the table.

Jiang Chuan struggled to look at the small alarm clock: "Mom, what time is it, it's not even dawn yet."

"What do you know, kid?" Jiang Ma scolded while scooping up noodles, "Don't panic if you leave early, and it's useless if you leave late."

"Mom," Jiang Shan also felt that it was too early: "I have time to leave at seven."

"Your mother is right," Jiang's father also came out. He paid more attention to this errand than his son: "You just joined the ranks of intellectuals, so you should learn more from the comrades on the front line."

Standing in the small courtyard, Jiang Shan nodded while brushing his teeth.

Father Jiang approached him, and said in a low voice, "Be careful and talk as little as possible."

Jiang Shan muttered, "Don't worry, I'm not stupid."

When Jiang Shan walked out of the house again, Li Ruocheng, who was sitting by the window reading a book, immediately took off his glasses.

A white shirt, navy blue trousers, and a navy blue liberation cap on his head.

Jiang Shan stood in front of him in such a clear and refreshing manner, facing the window of his house, reached out and brushed off the military schoolbag that was straddling his body.

Then, with one arm arched forward and one arm stretched backward, he said loudly with a righteous face: "Uncle Li, I'm leaving."

Li Ruocheng's eyelids trembled, and he didn't know what to say for a moment: "Comrade Xiao Jiang, have a good journey."

I was blinded by my own Pelosi at the bottom of the box.

But in the next second, Li Ruocheng realized that Comrade Jiang Shan was still transparent.

Jiang Hai had a panoramic view of this scene, and he rang the car bell expressionlessly: "Let's go!"

The journey went smoothly, and before 7:[-], Jiang Hai sent Jiang Shan to the train station.

In 1978, Pujiang Railway Station already had electronic display screens.

Jiang Shan looked at it a few more times, but he still hung up high for a long time.

Can't help secretly admiring the mighty Iron Boss.

(End of this chapter)