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Chapter 59 Kitakami's "Famous Paintings"

In the Jiang family, after watching the children walk out of the door one after another, Jiang's father and Jiang mother began to busy with their grandchildren again.

Jiang Xiangnan disliked his little grandson eating slowly by himself, so he couldn't help wrapping several rolls of noodles with his chopsticks and stuffing them into Jiang Xiaobai's mouth.

Looking at Jiang Xiaobai again, he looks more like a bun.

Jiang He glanced indifferently: "Don't worry, Xiao Bai won't be hungry."

"That's not necessarily true," Jiang's mother felt that Jiang's father was doing the right thing: "I will send it to the kindergarten in a while, and it will last a day. I might be able to eat a few mouthfuls of food. It all depends on the full breakfast in the morning."

Dad Jiang nodded: "You haven't seen it, but Xiaobai's eating scenes when he releases it every day makes me cry."

Jiang He ate his noodles in silence and said nothing, he could see it every day.

"Look, whose little girl is this?" Jiang Ma couldn't help touching the bow when she put the red hairpin on her granddaughter: "Xiaoyu, who bought this for you?"

Jiang Xiaoyu and Jiang Xiaobai said at the same time, "Third Uncle~"

"By the way," Jiang Ma stretched out her smiling face, and now she began to miss her son again: "I don't know, is Xiao San entering the train station now?"

Father Jiang stuffed Xiaobai with rolled noodles again: "Don't worry, he's going north this time, not going to the countryside."

Pujiang Railway Station.

Jiang Shan took over the warm gray woolen vest from his eldest brother, and he felt warmer the moment he put it on.

"Not to mention," Jiang Shan had to admit, "These two days seem to be much colder than before."

He is a person who is used to nightlife, and he has some idea of ​​the temperature in the early morning.

Unexpectedly, if you don't pay attention, you will be wronged by the concept.

"You don't count." Jiang Hai handed Jiang Shan a net bag full: "Mom said, let you remember to eat with the leader."

"Hey." Jiang Shan took it honestly.

The boss felt that it was unnecessary for him to say this, and he would be relieved of the third child if he was worried about anyone.

Jiang Shan knew that he came early, so he walked slowly when he entered the station.

Usually walking on the street feels fine, but now looking around, there are a lot of army green and industrial blue, including himself.

Either carrying a few big bags, or sitting on a few big bags.

In and out, walking and leaning, the density of people is only a lot more than that of later generations.

Fortunately, the flow of people is swimming, and it is far from the shocking scene of shoulder to shoulder.

Compared with the quasi-"Spring Festival travel" that shocked Huawai in the beginning of 1978, in a few months, Tie Boss will usher in the first real Spring Festival travel.

In 1979, the number of passengers sent during the Spring Festival exceeded [-] million for the first time, and it was hard to find a ticket for the first time.

It was also the first time that all the railway workers and trucks were on board, and all the trucks stopped as long as they could, and they all joined the ranks of serving the people.

Put a straw curtain around the corner of the cargo box, and put a dung bucket to make a temporary toilet.

In all major cities, prefabricated houses have been set up in the square in front of the station, and ticket windows have been added.

No guards, no isolation belts, all the teams are well-behaved and orderly.

While marveling at the spectacular scene that has never been seen before, the staff said to you: "Comrade, we will only sell a few tickets for the number of people listed in the letter of introduction."

In that year, scalpers had appeared in keeping with the times.

On the platform, Gu Zhengzheng, who was dressed in a dark blue tunic/mountain suit, glanced at Huang Hua beside him from time to time.

Gray thin cloth tunic/mountain suit, green army trousers, gray square hat, and black-rimmed glasses.

In a net bag in his hand, next to some chicken cakes wrapped in oil paper, there is also a white porcelain jar with "Agriculture/School University/Village" written on it.

Where's this guy's usual suit collar?What about the hunting jacket?

Actually, even the eye-catching leather shoes have been replaced by black cloth shoes with layered soles.

"Hehe~" Huang Hua caught Gu Zhengzheng's gaze, and smiled at him like a brigade accountant.

"Ah!"

Gu Zhengzheng laughed a little, he really couldn't think of which route Huang Hua was going to take again.

People who are only in their early thirties don't dare to collide with the times, and there are still many stones waiting for them to touch!

Just thinking about it, suddenly, I saw a person waving at them from a distance: "Everyone is here so early, I want to learn from you!"

Not only Gutai, but even Huang Hua's eyelids couldn't help but twitch when they saw the visitor.

In the crowd, Jiangshan with a yellow schoolbag straddled diagonally, padded his feet and waved his hands towards them, smiling with a row of small white teeth.

Gu Zhengzheng: "..."

The 1978 green leather train is green and new.

Especially the one Jiang Shan is riding on today, probably because he was frightened by last year's Spring Festival, so he worked overtime to get on a new batch of trains.

Unexpectedly... I will get used to it after seeing more.

There are four people in Jiangshan's party. In addition to the old three, there is also a comrade from the propaganda department of the TV station.

Zhenliang's new shirt, black corduroy trousers...fortunately, he was there to support Pujiang's face.

The hard sitting for a while is really literal. The standard 90-degree chair is extremely upright. Jiang Shan was already tired as soon as he sat down.

Fortunately, they came early, and they were able to find a vacant seat by the window as soon as they got on the bus.

For a while, he leaned against the window, watching the crowds gathering outside.

Gradually, there were fewer people outside, and the carriage became chaotic again.

Pujiang is the starting station, so there are so many people!

At this time, no one in the group of four spoke, and each of them leaned against the back of the seat, holding a net bag.

Quietly watching packages, large and small, being handed in from the window, and then taken in by the people inside.

An elder sister wearing a turban, glanced at Gu Zhengzheng's leadership style, pursed her lips and did not dare to speak.

In a blink of an eye, he shouted at Huang Hua and Jiang Shan, "Big brother, help me pick one up."

"Alas,"

"Sister, here it is."

The simple and kind Huang Hua and Jiang Shan hurried to help, one receiving the bag and the other handing over the child.

Gu Zhengzheng turned his face to look out the window and smiled secretly, yes!

woo~~

The train going north finally moved, and the four of them heaved a sigh of relief at the same time.

Speaking of it, it's also quite miraculous, just now it was such a mess, and now everyone can get into position.

At least, Jiangshan didn't see a passenger standing up.

Comrades from the Propaganda Section removed the gray travel bag on the small table and put it under his legs.

Jiang Shan and Huang Hua's net pockets can finally be put on.

A group of people from Pujiang TV gathered together to confirm the last news they got.

Only then did Jiang Shan realize that Yangshi had also prepared two public service advertisements.

One of them was highly rated by the leaders after reading it.

Jiang Shan, who closed his eyes, tried hard to recall Huaguo's "No Smoking" public service advertisement around 1978.

No, let alone non-smoking public service advertisements, there are not even public service advertisements.

Looking at the young man opposite, Gu Zhengzheng thought of his former self.

Director Gu personally delivered the National Day documentary 20 years ago, and now he is taking the public service announcement of "Famous Paintings" on the Beijing-Guard Line.

"Xiaojiang," Gu Zhengzheng, in his 40s, looked like a veteran cadre: "Have you been to Yanjing before?"

"Not really,"

As far as the world is concerned, except for Pujiang, Jiangshan has never traveled far.

(End of this chapter)