1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 42 Watson, You Found the Blind Spot

The New Year atmosphere these years is long and lingering.

Unlike later generations, the year passed quietly.

On the ninth day of the first lunar month, Jiang Xian got on a 28-cart and left home.

The Beijing city only banned the use of fireworks in 1993, but you can still see people setting off firecrackers on Chang'an Avenue.

Back to the guesthouse, the familiar Room 304.

I made a cup of hot tea and started to sort out the submission for "Story Club".

"Story Club" is undoubtedly a debris flow among many miscellaneous magazines. The authenticity and rationality of the stories are not important at all. The only purpose is to make readers addicted.

When Jiang Xian was a child, he loved watching "A P and Xiao Lan" the most. These two people are equivalent to "Xiao Shuai and Xiao Mei" in the era of short videos.

He and Bian Huawei reported a false identity, naturally they had their own considerations.

He has poor writing skills and is weak in narrative. If people found out that the stories in "Story Club" were written by Jiang Xian, they would be shocked.

As for the story he planned to write to Bian Huawei.
During the late Qing Dynasty when Empress Dowager Cixi was in power, many unjust cases occurred. Four of them were known as the four major unjust cases of the late Qing Dynasty and were widely circulated.

The line "My life is like walking on thin ice" in "The Warlords" was derived from "The Assassination of Ma Chao", one of the four major cases.

Of course, if Jiang Xian didn't write "The Warlords", although the movie "The Warlords" is good, the story lacks some gimmicks, and his level is not high enough to write about the feeling of power struggle.

What he was going to write about was another case, which was quite tortuous. Later, it was made into an R-rated movie by a famous director, which enlightened a generation.

After drinking a cup of tea, I pick up my pen and start writing.

The only sound in the room was rustling.

"Aunt Liu, Comrade Zhu Lin!"

"Jiang Xian?"

The next day, Jiang Xian went to Zhu Lin's house and saw Dr. Liu and Zhu Lin's sister standing at the door, looking worriedly at a cart.

"What is this for?"

Zhu Lin pointed at the boxes on the cart and said, "My family bought a TV, and my dad asked me to call some neighbors to help lift it."

"Oh, let me do it."

Jiang Xian took off his military coat, took off his shoulder bag, straightened his sleeves, blew some hot air into his hands, and picked up the big box from the flatbed truck.

"I'll help you." Zhu Lin quickly lent a hand.

"It's okay. I'm enough."

"We women can also hold up half the sky."

Zhu Lin refused to accept the defeat, so she leaned against him and hugged him face to face.

"Jiang Xian, Linlin, you two must be careful."

Doctor Liu nervously reminded them, "Slow down, slow down, we'll be there soon."

After moving the TV into the room, Dr. Liu quickly made a cup of tea for Jiang Xian.

"Xiao Jiang, today I am so grateful to you. Young people are strong."

The intellectuals who emerged in this era cannot be described as "weak as a kitten".

Most of them had worked in the countryside as farmers.

However, Feng Jicai is a gifted person.

He used to be the center of the Tianjin City Basketball Team, which was ranked among the top three in China's A-level at that time. Later, his professional career ended due to injury, and he embarked on the path of literature.

This is as outrageous as Zhou Qi changing his career to writing novels.

"How do I adjust the TV?" Zhu Hong stood around the TV, anxious but not daring to touch it.

At that time, the TV was like a grandfather. Take the TV at Jiang Xian's house for example. After a while, his mother would turn it off to let the TV take a break and put a round palm-leaf fan next to it to cool it down.

"Let me do it." Jiang Xian volunteered.

"Hey?" The TV was expensive, and Dr. Liu was afraid that Jiang Xian would break it. She didn't want him to do it, but she was too embarrassed to say it out loud because of her bourgeois lady mentality.

"Zhu Lin, tell me when you see something." Jiang Xian reminded him, and then he turned the knob, twisted the wire, and adjusted the antenna.
Zhu Lin would watch TV for a while, then look at him who was busy taking care of her family. Her almond-shaped eyes blinked, and she felt inexplicably warm in her heart.

Doctor Liu was extremely anxious.

"Xiao Jiang, did you press the knob correctly? Here is the instruction manual, why don't we study it first?" "No need, Aunt Liu, don't worry."

"How can I feel at ease?"

After a while, a picture suddenly appeared on the TV screen covered with snow.

"Got it! Got it!" Zhu Hong was the first to shout excitedly.

Doctor Liu looked as if he had seen a ghost. He looked at the TV for a long time with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Xiao Jiang, you are so skillful. I didn't expect you have such a skill."

"It's not really a skill, but my family just installed a TV a few days ago, so I have some experience."

"Do you have a TV at home?"

"I made some money before the New Year, so I thought about buying some things for my family."

"Really?" Doctor Liu was a little shocked and whispered, "Writing articles is so profitable."

"Aunt Liu, I brought some gifts with me this time."

"What did you bring?" Zhu Lin moved closer to him curiously.

Jiang Xian picked up the shoulder bag with the words "Serve the People" written on it, and took out a bag from it. "This is White Rabbit Milk Candy. My sister came back from Shanghai a few days ago and brought me a few bags."

White Rabbit milk candy is hard to buy now, and it is a luxury item like malted milk. Nixon was given a bag of it during his visit to China. People even exaggerated it as a tonic, and the saying "one candy is equivalent to two pounds of milk" was passed down.

Zhu Hong's eyes sparkled as she leaned over the table and watched eagerly.

Zhu Lin also looked at Jiang Xian with shining eyes.

What bad intention does this guy have in being so attentive?
Doctor Liu was surprised but also embarrassed. "This is inappropriate. Why would you bring something to your aunt's house? Take it back quickly."

Coincidentally, Professor Zhu also came back, followed by two old professors.

Seeing that the TV already had pictures, he was quite surprised. How come Red Boy had surrendered on his own initiative just when he went to call for help?

"Thanks to Jiang Xian's help." Doctor Liu explained to him, and Professor Zhu smiled and patted Jiang Xian on the shoulder.

"Thank you very much, Comrade Xiao Jiang."

"Uncle Zhu, you are too polite. I came to visit you this time because I actually want to ask you for a small favor."

"Oh?"

"I want to go to the library of the Industrial College. You know I'm writing, so I want to go in and look up some information."

"What type of information?"

"Historical."

"history?"

“Yes, Chinese history.”

Professor Zhu frowned and said, "I'm afraid our Industrial College library doesn't have this kind of information."

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Jiang Xian was stunned.

He suddenly realized that he had taken things for granted.

University libraries in later generations had complete information and covered all aspects of knowledge, but at this time the information was pitifully scarce.

Not only this incident, Jiang Xian also quickly realized that he had made the same mistake elsewhere -

Inspiration【Rice Tofu】

In the capital of later generations, there are "Anhui's Ban Mian", "Lanzhou's Ramen", "Chongqing's Chicken Pot", "Hangzhou's Xiaolongbao". The collection of delicacies from all over the country is very complete.

But at this moment, I’m afraid that people in Beijing have never even heard of rice tofu, a specialty of western Hunan.

How to do this?
He had no difficulty in making such arrogant statements before, but was slapped in the face at the speed of light.

On the other side, Professor Zhu pondered for a moment.

"Xiao Jiang, if you want to look up historical data, the Industrial College probably won't be able to do that."

"But there are some places I recommend you go."

(End of this chapter)