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Zhao Jianguo took his wife and children to the museum on the outskirts of the city. When they came here, the family had a luxurious meal at the restaurant. A serving of braised pork costs 50 cents, roasted tofu with dried shrimps costs 90 cents, and fried sliced ??pork with green onions costs 80 cents. Four bowls of rice, the restaurant does not serve drinks.
Seeing the children's mouths full of greasy food, Zhao Jianguo and his wife felt sad for a while. These three children had never eaten like this before in this world, and they ate large pieces of pork so extravagantly. Zhao Jianguo didn't eat a few mouthfuls, but just ate two bowls of rice with soup and rice, accompanied by the children's aroma.
Wanlin City Museum is located in the suburb of Wanlin City. The house of the museum is the Temple of the City God in the past. Looking at the dilapidated walls, the old turtle who lost his head at the gate of the Town God's Temple, no one can imagine that this is the city's museum.
Zhao Jianguo looked around hesitantly at the gate of the museum, and after about a minute, a small window on the wall of the entrance opened slowly, and an old man with glasses with only one leg raised his head and asked him, "Who are you looking for!? I went home to find them, but no one went to work."
The family stayed for a while, looking at each other, Zhao Xuejun lay on his toes, lying in front of the partition window which was much higher than him, and said, "Hi, old man."
The old man was stunned for a moment, probably because no one had asked him for a long time, so he hesitated and replied: "Okay." Then he responded with a compliment: "Good boy."
"Grandpa, our teacher asked us to write essays, and I want to write about our museum here." Zhao Xuejun looked at the old man eagerly, with a child's thirst for knowledge and pleading for knowledge.
The window was slowly closed, and after a while, the heavy wooden door of the museum opened slowly, and the old man stood inside the door and greeted them: "Come in."
Zhao Jianguo hesitated for a moment: "I didn't buy a ticket, sir."
The old man smiled, with a trace of sarcasm: "Buy a fart ticket, there is nowhere to print it."
Zhao Xuejun moved his father's arm, and he held it. Zhao Jianguo looked down at his younger son, bent down to pick him up, and nodded to his family members with certainty: "Go, go in."
Gao Juzi was stunned for a moment, turned his head and ran to the nearby supply and marketing cooperative, bought a box of Phoenix cigarettes and stuffed it into the old man's hand: "You take it, otherwise, we dare not enter and cause trouble."
The old man backed down a few times, and finally put the cigarettes in his pocket. He looked outside the gate of the museum, looked around, closed the gate carefully, and inserted it backwards.
The courtyard of the museum is very empty. The walls that used to be painted with ancient murals are now covered with slogans. Some of the panels from the first big-character posters are covered with scraps of paper fluttering in the wind. All the rooms were locked, and the ashes of those locks had not been opened for perhaps a century.
"That house is left over from the Stone Age, that house belongs to the Shang Qin that house is from the Tang Dynasty well, the Qing Dynasty, where do you want to see?" the old man asked, pointing to the row of low houses in the yard Ask this family.
Zhao Jianguo's family looked at each other, not knowing what to look at. Zhao Jianguo looked at his youngest son: "Which dynasty did your teacher ask you to write about?"
Zhao Xuejun looked around and said to the old man: "Master, have there been any poets here? Does the general have any?"
The old man looked at the small face, touched the cigarette in his pocket, looked at the young couple with blank faces, and waved his hands: "Come on, come with me, you don't know if I tell you, you might as well be a child." .¡±
A wooden door that hadn't been opened for a long time opened slowly, and the dusty glass cabinet was wiped by the old man with a towel, and he muttered: "In the past, there were also tour guides to receive foreign guests and so on. The cigarettes given by the leader are packed in cans. Now, not to mention foreigners, even a mouse does not come, and the above always says to allocate funds for repairs, and they have asked for it many times, but they will not give it.¡± He babbled, very serious Wipe one by one with treasure.
The glass was finally wiped, and the old man pointed to the stone knives, axes, and mortars on the other side of the glass cabinet and asked the family: "I know, where do you live?"
Zhao Xuebing replied very seriously: "Wanlin City, Shanxi Province." After he finished speaking, the whole family despised him. Although I don't know why, it is definitely wrong to answer this way.
The old man smiled and pointed to those ancient relics: "You live in the Taihang Mountains, you should be proud. The Chinese nation is very remarkable now, and our country is also great. But in the earliest days, our Chinese nation's footprints were from these mountains. It started"
As night fell, the old man sent the family out of the gate of the museum. He ignored Zhao Jianguo, but squatted down and caressed Zhao Xuejun's head and said, "The next time the teacher asks you to write a composition, I will come to grandpa. Grandpa will take you." Casual look."
Zhao Xuejun is ashamedAh, the man who knows friendship best and is rich in emotion! "
The leaders of the city smiled and did not express their opinions. Everyone just picked up the wine glasses that Zhao Jianguo had filled and clinked together implicitly before starting the meal.
"Jianguo, this dish is rare, when did we learn it in the cafeteria?" Mayor Ma pointed to the six dishes in front of him. These six big dishes and one water were put in a soup bowl. There was no stir-frying, but a unified soup dish.
Zhao Jianguo quickly put down the flagon in his hand and walked in front of the leaders. His feet were a little weak, he gritted his teeth, and stood up straight: "Mayor Ma, this is our traditional dish in Wanlin." He walked in front of those dishes Pointed out one by one: "Old tofu, intestine soup, stuffed stuffing, mutton ball soup, belly lung soup, red braised mutton. This cold dish is cold mutton (a kind of fungus), sauce-flavored mutton, mixed with vermicelli, cold salad rabbit."
After he finished speaking, the people at the table looked at him strangely. To be honest, I really knew about these hot dishes before. A long time ago, the traditional dishes in Wanlin City were very famous, known as Wanlin Eight Big Bowls. However, after liberation, no one seemed to make these dishes anymore.
Zhao Jianguo, who had said something, looked at the old director who was moved and felt that Zhao Jianguo was giving him face. He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Old leader, you didn't spend much money. You have been raising pigs and sheep with your logistics. , every time those things are subsidized in the hospitality expenses of our office. After all these years, you always have to eat the sheep raised by our logistics. Besides, mutton is for nourishing the stomach. You said You said that Minister Chu¡¯s stomach has always been not good."
When Zhao Jianguo said this, he didn't pay any attention to it. He just felt that the credits belonged to the old director.
Minister Chu looked at his brother-in-law, and couldn't help being moved. He raised his wine glass and touched his brother-in-law: "Song Pei, it's not easy for us. At that time, I thought I was going to die. Now and then, every day You earn what you live. Now, you have to work hard every day to repay the trust of the organization. If you have a stomachache, it means youyou always miss me." Song Pei and his brother-in-law drank it down without saying a word.
Zhao Jianguo went over to help them fill the wine glasses, feeling sad, and said quickly: "The old director has done so many things for us Wanlin, and we are leaving, so we have to eat traditional dishes anyway. The snot from my family went up the mountain early in the morning. I picked it, and I bought a rabbit when I came back. Local products are cheap in our place, and a rabbit costs 3.5 yuan. The old tofu is ground by the chef, and the meatballs, vermicelli, and these meat dishes are from our place. Made from a sheepOld Director, I know you are afraid that I will spend your savings. If you don¡¯t spend it, it¡¯s all for our government¡¯s own logistics. That¡¯s the seasoning. The meal with wine doesn¡¯t cost seven yuan. money."
Mayor Ma smiled, made a toast first, and then praised Zhao Jianguo: "I didn't see it before, Jianguo is also capable."
Everyone laughed, and the topic miraculously changed from traditional dishes to the history of Wanlin City. Speaking of history, Zhao Jianguo was shocked at that moment. He knew history. Apart from textbooks, what he knew best was the history of Wanlin City, which he just learned yesterday. When the topic came up, his chatter miraculously turned to Wanlin City while he was pushing the glass.
In those days, everyone read limited textbooks, counted books and newspapers, and listened to a few radio stations. In addition to the big international issues instilled by the state, there is also a new spirit. The history of this place is naturally poorly known.
Zhao Jianguo talked about the primitive people who lived in the nearby Laoye Mountain, and the legalist Xunzi, a native of Shanxi, what was the name of Wanlin City in the past, who came here, and the role of Wanlin City in military affairs. The great general, how many people have been tested in history.
Most of the people sitting here are locals of Wanlin. Even if they are not locals of Wanlin, their bloodlines have imprints of Wanlin's surroundings. Listen, I don't know that this poor place used to be a scholarly family. They don't know the origin of the Chinese nation, and the Yellow River Basin has so much to do with the place where they were born. The Chinese are born with a sense of national pride of a big country, so the topic opened up like this.
Time passed slowly. At the beginning, the leader of the municipal party committee added a chair to Zhao Jianguo's table. Later, after the meal was over and tea was served, everyone began to search for traces of history in their memories. Later, the master chef of the cafeteria came out and said Talk about the old buildings here, and whose house it used to be.
That meal lasted until eleven o'clock in the evening, and Zhao Jianguo sent home the leaders who were still unsatisfied one by one. When he was separated from the old director, Minister Chu of the Provincial Party Committee left him his phone number and his home address, and said to him: Xiao Zhao, I have gone to the province and I want to come to sit at home.
In the middle of the night, the street lights on the street were dim. Zhao Jianguo walked slowly. After walking for a while, he found that everyone was surrounding him that night, following his ups and downs. At that moment, this simple and honest man Feel like you've found something. That is a rhythm, the rhythm that provokes others to follow oneself. At this moment, Zhao Jianguo felt that he had found a key and opened a wonderful door. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)That is a rhythm, the rhythm that provokes others to follow oneself. At this moment, Zhao Jianguo felt that he had found a key and opened a wonderful door. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com