Era: Starting from Modu Translation Studio

Looking at Jiang Shan's confused expression, Li Ruocheng and Hu Xiao looked at each other and smiled.

Xiao Jiang, Hu Xiao smiled, and finally you, the kid, couldn't get in the conversation: This TV is not much younger than you.

Afterwards, the two of them said something to each other, and they became nostalgic in front of Jiangshan.

Everyone knows that in March 1958, the 14-inch Yanjing brand black and white TV, known as China's first screen, was born in Tianjing.

In fact, in the following July, Pujiang City's 17-inch Pujiang Brand 101 black and white TV was also born.

It's a pity that it was three months late and lost the treatment of a legitimate son.

However, its value has increased with an operation of Pujiang.

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

Therefore, the factory labeled these 30 black-and-white TVs and the 70 imported TVs previously purchased with serial numbers.

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

From No. 70 onwards, there is the more precious Pujiang 101.

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

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

Let's go, Hu Xiao patted Jiang Shan's shoulder without leaving a trace:

I have to go back and change the lyrics quickly. After you return to Pujiang, I can go to the cinema to watch your lines.

Looking at Li Ruocheng again, the old man had already sat down to eat, without even looking at him: Why don't you go back and see Xiaobai.

Jiang Shan then remembered the two children and hurried back to the house.

When he saw Jiang Xiaoyu and Jiang Xiaobai sleeping in an upper berth and a lower berth with their little faces flushed, they heaved a sigh of relief.

There are not many more children like this.

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

Then, with a paintbrush in his right hand and a red medium in his left hand, he quickly entered the world of his own little book.

[After Kongming 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 fifty-four states of Xichuan...]

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

When Jiang Shan painted The Battle of Red Cliff, he paid great attention to one detail. Bamboo slips and paper will appear simultaneously in this little book.

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

At this time, bamboo slips were still in common use, and they were the same during 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 copy, it is either drawing paper or painting skin.

The rest are either bamboo slips or wooden slips.

Time passed by, and Jiangshan never stopped painting for a whole afternoon.

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

Each one should read a book when it is time to read, and play with toys when it is time to play.

Jiang Xiaobai stood silently in front of his third uncle, holding a square iron can with a big white rabbit on the surface.

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

There was only one piece of pine nut mooncake left, and I started to eat it.

…

Starting tonight, Jiangshan no longer needs to take care of the work in the printing factory.

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

Secondments between public institutions are very common.

One side wants people, the other side lets them go, and there is a tacit understanding that is reasonable and consistent.

The moon is waxing and waning, and the sky is getting cooler.

In the small room, Jiang Shan, who was sleeping on the upper bunk, put down an ashtray and quickly closed the window completely.

Second brother, what time is it? I'm still not sleeping.

Jiang Shan was on the upper bunk, holding his head and looking at Jiang He who was sitting at the desk, still very involved in painting.

You go to sleep first. At 7 o'clock tomorrow morning, my eldest brother will take you to the train station by bicycle.

Although Lao San had told himself that he could take out the boxes of drawings under the bed and copy them, Jiang He was still painting Lao San's pictures.

As he spoke, Jiang He's pen tip paused, as if he thought of something.

The next second, he quickly turned off the lamp.

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

Recently, Father Jiang discovered that his youngest daughter is finally able to read books, and she is still reading day and night.

Hearing the tossing and turning on the upper bunk, Jiang He frowned: Can't sleep?

Jiang Shan really couldn't sleep: Maybe I'm used to it. I haven't had enough sleep in the past two days and I really can't sleep.

Um,

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

Second brother,

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

Well, Jiang He's voice was always emotionless: Watching a few more untranslated movies should be helpful for learning Japanese.

Oh? Jiang Shan didn't expect that Jiang He would have such understanding: No one will give you a hard time, right?

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

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

…

The next day, before six o'clock, Jiang's mother called out from the outer room: Boss, Lao San, don't get up quickly, it's almost 7 o'clock.

Jiang Shan was so frightened that he almost fell off the bed.

Even the rivers were in disarray.

When the three brothers walked to the outer room in confusion, Jiang Ma put a pot of noodles on the table.

Jiang Chuan struggled and glanced at the small alarm clock: Mom, what time is it? It's not even bright yet.

What do you know, kid? Jiang Ma scolded her as she fished out the noodles: If you leave early, you won't be in a hurry. If you leave late, you will be in vain.

Mom, Jiang Shan also felt it was too early: I can leave at seven o'clock.

You're right, Jiang's father also walked out. He took this errand more seriously than his son: You have just joined the ranks of intellectuals, so you should learn more from front-line comrades.

Jiang Shan stood in the small courtyard, brushing his teeth and nodding.

Father Jiang approached him and said in a low voice: Be careful and speak 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 at the window reading, 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 so calmly, facing the sliding window of his house, and reached out to dust the military schoolbag that was slung across his body.

Then he bowed one arm forward and stretched the other arm straight back, and 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 trip.

It was a waste of time to blindly buy the Pelosi that was at the bottom of the box.

But 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!

It was a smooth journey, and before 7:30, Jiang Hai sent Jiang Shan to the train station.

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

Jiang Shan glanced at it several times, and actually hung it high for a long time.

I couldn't help but secretly admire the powerful Iron Boss.