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In Jiang Ma's tears, Jiang Shan continued:

Stayed in Northern Jiangsu for six full years,

In the beginning, I just worked repetitively day after day to earn work points...except for filling my stomach, I had nothing else to do until half a year later, a translator came to our educated youth center.

After hearing this, the whole family felt that it was a bit like that.

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

Younger sister Jiang Chuan looked forward to it: Continue talking.

Jiang Shan Youyou picked up a piece of meat and said: When this person first arrived at the educated youth spot, he didn't talk much to everyone. He just kept talking to his native language/recording and muttered words all day long.

No matter how early you get up, you will definitely see him sitting in the courtyard reading. No matter how late you stay up, you will definitely lie down in front of him...

People in the educated youth circles at that time said that they had never seen anyone who studied Chinese language so hard.

Until an accidental opportunity, I discovered that the quotations/notes in his hand were actually filled with foreign characters.

Later, after we got to know each other, I found out that this eldest brother was actually learning foreign languages ​​with the help of Yu/Lu! What about Spanish, Italian,

By the way, this big brother was a bilingual translator in English and Japanese before he came here.

In fact, although what Jiang Shan said was not his own experience, it was indeed true.

At that time, many comrades who were unwilling to live with their time were using this method to learn foreign languages.

Back then, Ba Jin was also proficient in Chinese and Spanish, and he learned a foreign language by comparing the two collections/records.

Simple, boring, but invincible!

In later generations, these things were classified as inspirational stories, and Jiangshan was lucky enough to have seen some of them.

Then what? The eldest brother was a little excited. He couldn't wait to hear Jiang Shan's next words.

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

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

There seemed to be a little starlight in his eyes.

Many years ago, Li Ruocheng, who stayed in the countryside, also relied on this method to learn German and Italian.

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 incident in Jiangshan has touched the heart of the old neighbor.

After swallowing a piece of meat, Jiang Shan's voice sounded again:

Then I wanted to learn a foreign language on a whim, so I pestered the older brother to teach me, and the first thing I learned was English.

Second brother Jiang He was startled when he heard this: The first one? So you know other foreign languages?

Jiang Shan looked like he was in the past:

I learned this English language to the death. During this period, I said many times that I didn't want to learn it anymore.

Jiang Shan began to round up the lies:

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

The second brother, who feels the same way, certainly knows how difficult it is to persist in studying in such difficult days.

This time, the way he looked at Lao San was even more different.

He has always believed that his younger brother is not as generous as he appears:

That elder brother must not be able to bear to see you give up your studies at such a young age, and wants to give you a hand!

Jiang Shan nodded solemnly: Isn't that right? After that, he got up early and I got up early, and he went to bed late and I went to bed late. Finally, it took three years to learn English, and then he taught me to learn Japanese using the same method...

Jiang Ma couldn't help but sigh: He is your noble man!

When Jiang Shan saw the good news, he quickly said, Yes, what an unforgettable time!

The eldest brother Jiang Hai looked at Jiang Shan differently now: So, you not only know English but also Japanese?

Jiang Shan nodded: You can say a few words.

Look, Jiang's mother looked excited: Dad, did you hear that our son can also speak Japanese!

What's so difficult about that? Dad Jiang was happy in his heart, but he didn't let go: I know how to do that stuff.

Jiang Shan smiled: Please give me a few words.

Father Jiang glanced at him: Baga, you ate all the meat!

Hahaha,

The younger sister Jiang Chuan couldn't stop laughing. After tasting it carefully, he quickly looked down and shouted: Mom, look at the third brother eating all the meat.

Keep your voice down, Jiang's mother quickly handed the contents of her bowl to her little daughter: I'm not afraid that the neighbors will hear me.

The second child, Jiang He, smiled silently.

He had been looking at Jiangshan's chopsticks just now, and apart from giving them to himself, they were all used to pick up meat by Jiang Ma.

At this time, the old couple from the neighbor's house withdrew their gaze, and Li Ruocheng lowered his head and glanced at the translation of Andersen's Fairy Tales on the desk.

My wife Li Huaiying asked tentatively: How about inviting him in and giving it 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, but the surrounding courtyard is not small.

A signboard with black characters on a white background is hung on both sides of the courtyard gate. On the left is Pujiang Daily and on the right is Pujiang Daily Printing Factory.

Against the background of these two signboards, the originally gray office building immediately took on a cultural atmosphere of vicissitudes of life.

A few dozen meters away from this building is a low-rise factory building.

That's where Jiangshan's current workplace is, the Pujiang Daily Printing Plant.

There is a lingering smell of ink in the air.

At 5:30 in the morning, many dark green postal vehicles were parked in the open space at the door of the newspaper delivery room.

More than a dozen postmen in green overalls were deftly loading stacks of freshly delivered Pujiang Daily into bags.

This is already the last postal team to pick up newspapers.

As usual, at six o'clock every morning, the day's Pujiang Daily can be seen in the market.

Jiang Shan, the deliveryman sitting at the door of the delivery room, has just finished his work for the day.

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

Jiangshan is currently an apprentice, earning 18 yuan per month. After working for three years and becoming a full-time employee, he can earn a full salary of 36 yuan!

He was a new media boss in his previous life, but now he is back to his old business, but he is just starting from the beginning.

After putting away the registration book on the table for a while, Jiang Shan took out a pile of old newspapers and started reading.

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

The two people, who had just changed out of their gray-blue work clothes, looked at Jiangshan from a distance.

Recently, when they get off work, they will stand for a while under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, as if this can cover up the smell of ink with the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus.

Did you notice?

Chang Zhaodi braided her thick braids with her hands and pouted in the direction of Jiangshan: He also likes to study recently.

Hey, Yu Wenwen thought the other party's words were ridiculous: Reading a few newspapers can be considered studying?

She glanced at the distant mountains and rivers lightly, and gently touched the red marks scratched by the typefaces on her hands, her eyes filled with disdain:

He's just showing off to me!

Among the few female workers in the printing factory, Yu Wenwen is considered the most beautiful.

The oval face as white as snow, with picturesque eyebrows and soft eyes, always gives people a sense of elegance and indifference.

In the words of Sister Li, the director of their workshop: Girl Wenwen should not be destined to be a worker. She should go to the office building in front to hold the pen.

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

Oh my God, Chang Zhaodi suddenly understood something and said in surprise: Isn't this Jiangshan just because you like Ye Qingzhu, so you want to imitate him and read every day?

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

Then, she looked through the window of the calligraphy workshop to Ye Qingzhu, the calligraphy worker inside.

Under the bright lights in the workshop, a young man with a literary temperament had put on his white shirt early and was looking thoughtfully at the book in his hand.

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

She raised her hand to gently tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, accidentally touching the wound on her fingertip.

Hiss~ How long will I have to do this kind of rough work?

Yu Wenwen, who secretly sighed at his misfortune, looked in the direction of Jiangshan again.

She and Jiang Shan were assigned to the printing factory almost immediately.

Almost immediately, Comrade Jiang Shan fell in love with this delicate and artistic young woman.

After that, whenever Yu Wenwen appears in the workshop, Jiang Shan will definitely want Fang to follow him and help Yu Wenwen do this and that.

Even if Yu Wenwen refuses in every possible way with a cold face, he is still reluctant to let the other party do any hard work.

No, Comrade Jiang, do you know this is against factory regulations?

Yu Wenwen always repeated similar words with a worried look:

Besides, you always help me complete my work, and others will have objections.

You've done all my work, so what else can I learn? It's very difficult for me to do this.

…

Every time he hears such words, Jiang Shan always feels that the other person is feeling sorry for him.

So he said more firmly: You are not in good health. Colleagues should help each other. If I am really afraid of people gossiping, why don't you just sit at my desk.

Yu Wenwen looked reluctant, but in his heart he wanted it.

Being able to make statistical records in the trucking workshop can be regarded as a pen-wielding job.

But she never felt that Jiangshan was helping her. Instead, she always had objections to the position assigned to her by the unit.

She was obviously more suitable for the job of shipping statistics, but she was assigned to the tedious word-picking workshop.

Jiangshan's job should have been changed to her long ago.