Portable Museum

"Hmm!" Zhang Junping lazily glanced at the result statistics sheet, and said with a smile: "I remember that there are people who buy Chinese liquor in the mall, Moutai and Wuliangye, I bought them all, and I wanted as much as I had.

Oh!correct!There are also Mingqian Longjing, Tieguanyin, Dahongpao, Anxi white tea, the best ones, all bought for me, and I bought as much as I had. "

Moutai, Wuliangye, and tea are all major export earners.

Not to mention Maotai and Wuliangye, all kinds of tea are sold in limited quantities in China, and many of them are even for special supply. Only the big leaders above have a small share.

If other people want to drink it, the Eight Immortals have to show their magical powers.

In fact, it is not to say that the output is low, but that the country uses most of the materials to export to earn foreign exchange.

In fact, the country is right to do so.

You can't even get enough to eat, so you still pay attention to yourself?

Before, Zhang Junping didn't free up his hands. Today happened to be that Rosa was going to go shopping, so I asked him to buy it together just now.

The baroque style house looks a bit like a pagoda, but not quite. The layout is large at the bottom and small at the top. The hall on the first floor plus kitchen, dining room and so on, has a total area of ​​more than 700 square meters. The children's bedroom and guest room on the second floor, There are more than 500 square meters, and it becomes more than 400 square meters on the third floor. The entire first floor is the living room of the owner.

In the middle of the party, Zhang Junping hid on the third floor and closed the door to sleep.

There is no way, these beautiful shop assistants are too enthusiastic. When they are not drinking, they are better and somewhat reserved.

After drinking, he let go, but if Zhang Junping showed a little bit of interest, the three-meter-wide bed on the third floor couldn't cover it.

Therefore, Zhang Junping simply hid on the third floor early and slept.

Let them mess around in the garden below.

If you want to go, you can go, if you don't want to go, there are plenty of rooms on the second floor.

A week has passed in a blink of an eye, the decoration over there is going smoothly, and the training here is also on the right track.

With paid training, the enthusiasm of the beautiful shop assistants is naturally high.

Zhang Junping specially found a Chinese student from the university to come over to teach them Chinese, and hired two professors who specialize in art education from the National School of Fine Arts in Paris to come over to give them art training.

This training does not require them to become artists, but to allow them to receive some artistic edification and master art knowledge, so as to communicate with customers, so as not to avoid the embarrassing scene of laymen selling to experts.

After making all these arrangements, Zhang Junping set off to return to China.

There are still a lot of things in the country, and he is somewhat worried if he does not go back.

After some twists and turns, Zhang Junping's plane finally landed at BJ.

It was early April when I left, and it was already mid-May when I turned around.

Zhang Junping wore a white shirt on his upper body, a pair of black trousers on his lower body, and a pair of leather shoes on his feet. He was dressed casually.

However, these clothes are all tailor-made by foreign luxury brands.

People rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles. Zhang Junping is already imposing, coupled with this clothes that can set off his figure and temperament, he looks even more extraordinary.

With every gesture, there is a sense of oppression, and the aura is too great.

Zhang Junping took a taxi at the airport.

"Hello! Looking at your bearing and attire, you are a returned overseas Chinese, right?" The taxi driver sneered at Zhang Junping.

"Don't be fooled, I'm an authentic BJ, and I just came back from a business trip." Zhang Junping laughed.

"Oh! Then you must be a great leader! I just said that this morning, the magpies were calling from the window of my house. It turned out to be a happy event!

Wouldn't it be a happy event to serve such a great leader as you! "The taxi driver was also a talkative one. One day, Zhang Junping was from BJ, so he chatted more vigorously.

"Not to mention, in BJ City, at my level, you can meet a hundred or eighty casually in a day." Zhang Junping was not bored by the taxi driver's sarcasm, on the contrary, he had a special sense of intimacy .

"Leader, although we don't have much culture, we are just a taxi driver, but we see many people, but in BJ City, there are not many people who can match your demeanor." Seeing Zhang Junping so easy-going, the taxi The driver worked harder.

"You hold it!

Your job as a taxi driver is not easy.When a foreigner comes to BJ, the first person he comes into contact with is your taxi driver.

If it is small, it represents the image of our old BJ; if it is large, it represents the image of the country. "Zhang Junping smiled and praised the taxi driver.

"Hey, why don't I say that you are a great leader! You speak well!" The taxi driver Le's eyes narrowed.

The two chatted all the way, but they were not lonely. After an hour or so, the car stopped steadily at the gate of the Dashilan courtyard.

"Hey, hello! Let me tell you that you are not ordinary! This area of ​​Dashilan, the courtyard with bright gates, is yours." Seeing the stop position, the taxi driver flattered again.

"Now that the reform and opening up have been implemented, the Qing Dynasty has disappeared for almost 100 years. What does it have to do with us if the gate is bright but not?" Zhang Junping said with a smile.

The bright gate was rebuilt by himself, just for convenience and good looks.

As for regulations, as he said, the Qing Dynasty has been dead for 70 years, so who cares about it.

After paying the money, Zhang Junping walked into the compound carrying a salute.

"Why is Pingzi back?"

"Master, you are back!"＊4

Today is Sunday, and the four apprentices are all at home, practicing boxing with their grandfather.

"You're back!" Qiu Wenyan was also at home, seeing Zhang Junping coming up with a face full of surprise, and wanted to take Zhang Junping's bag.

"I'll do it myself! You have to pay attention now, don't do heavy work!" Zhang Junping was naturally reluctant to let his wife carry the bag for him.

"Master!" Xia Guoxiang and Li Wenjuan stepped forward first and took the suitcase from Zhang Junping's hand.

The six puppies have now turned into big dogs, with a shoulder height of more than forty centimeters and thick limbs. A proper big dog looks very scary.

The six dogs still remembered Zhang Junping. When they saw Zhang Junping, they ran to Zhang Junping frantically and circled around him. The dogs purred.

"Haha! Dahei, Erhei, Sanhei, Dahuang, Erhuang, Sanhuang, yes, I still remember your father!" Zhang Junping knelt down, hugged the dogs' heads and stroked them one by one.

After sending the six hounds away, Zhang Junping greeted his grandfather, "Grandpa, didn't you go fishing today?"

"I go fishing, who will teach your apprentice?" Grandpa gave Zhang Junping a white look.

This grandson is too unreliable. He accepted his apprentice, but he didn't teach it himself, so he threw it to others.

Thanks to me for coming, otherwise wouldn't this be a mistake?

"You have rich experience. There used to be famous old boxers in Forty-nine cities." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

Zhang Junping's grandfather lived in BJ City before liberation, and his grandfather's father was also a well-known stubborn boss in BJ City. After offending someone, he took his family and moved to the mountains to live in seclusion.

"You!" Grandpa shook his head, stopped talking to Zhang Junping, and listened to Peking Opera with his eyes squinted while holding the radio.

"Have you eaten yet?" Qiu Wenyan took a wet towel and handed it to Zhang Junping.

"I ate some on the plane, and I'll hurry home as soon as I get off the plane." Zhang Junping wiped his face and then his hands.

"Shall I get you some noodles?"

It is particular about getting on the dumplings and getting off the noodles.

"Okay! I'm really tired of eating Western food every day after being outside for so long!" Zhang Junping laughed.

When I came to the backyard with Qiu Wenyan, my grandma couldn't stay idle, so I planed the back garden with Zhang's mother, got a piece of land, planted a lot of vegetables, and raised more than a dozen chickens.

Don't let other people intervene, a few apprentices want to help water the ground and don't let them. They carry a bucket and a ladle every day, and water little by little.

It is more delicate than those who grow flowers at home.

At this time, grandma is pouring vegetables.

"Grandma!" Zhang Junping shouted standing outside the vegetable garden.

"Pingzi is back?" Grandma dropped the ladle, walked quickly to Zhang Junping, held Zhang Junping's hand, and looked him up and down.

"Isn't it good to eat outside? Why are you losing weight again?"

"Grandma, I'm tired of eating meat all the time outside, so I just want to eat your hand-made noodles!" Without arguing, Zhang Junping held his grandma's hand and said with a smile while looking at his complexion .

Grandma looks good, with a ruddy complexion. Although she is over 70 years old, she has walked a few steps just now, and she is very stable. She will live to 99 years old without any problem.

"If you want to eat hand-rolled noodles, grandma will make it for you!" Grandma smiled and narrowed her eyes.

Grandma and Qiu Wenyan went into the kitchen to make hand-rolled noodles for Zhang Junping.

Zhang Junping returned to the middle courtyard and sat in the main room to test the four apprentices.

After some teaching tests, Zhang Junping praised Xia Guoxiang and criticized Li Wenjuan. As for the two Huaizhi brothers, they were directly slapped.

Use the ruler and beat the palm of your hand.

This is a common method of corporal punishment used by old masters to teach students in the past.

Although Xia Guoxiang was praised for his homework, because he and Li Wenjuan did not take good care of their juniors, just like Li Wenjuan, Zhang Junping also gave him five slaps.

Don't think that hitting five strokes is very light, and the teaching ruler made of bamboo can make the palm of your hand swell with just one stroke.

Naturally, Zhang Junping couldn't swell their palms, none of the four apprentices ran away, and all of them were beaten with a board.

Zhang Junping used clever strength, no redness, no swelling, no injury to the muscles and bones, but it was guaranteed to hurt for two or three days.

Every swelling, but hurts.

I also hit my left hand, otherwise I wouldn't even think about eating with chopsticks at night.

"We are all craftsmen, good at work and hard at work.

If you don’t study hard, you won’t be able to learn. Most people say that I, the master, have no skills, but in the end, you can only suffer. "

Under the prestige of the teacher, Huai Zhi did not dare to cry, but the pain in his palms was too great, and tears rolled in his eyes.

After educating all four apprentices, Zhang Junping showed a smiling face, "Juanzi, go and open my gift box. There are gifts I brought for you inside."

"Thank you, Master!" Li Wenjuan thanked obediently, and ran to open the gift box.

Zhang Junping distributed the prepared gifts to the four apprentices one by one.

In fact, Zhang Junping really didn't know what gifts to buy for his disciples, he could only buy some clothes and some foreign snacks.

Looking at the beautiful clothes and the snacks they had never seen before, the two Huaizhi brothers forgot the pain in their palms for a moment, and laughed with tears in their eyes.

Master still loves them.

But, sometimes, it really hurts too much.

For a while, the warm scene of father's kindness and son's filial piety was restored in the main room.

Grandpa was in the yard, and when he heard the movement in the main room, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

My own grandson really has extraordinary methods.

The method of giving a sweet date with a stick is very slippery.

If they first come up and give gifts first, and then teach homework after the test, although it looks the same, in fact, there is a big difference.

The joy of receiving the gift and the gratitude to Master will be scattered by the board.

However, it is different if the board is hit first and the gifts are given later. The pain from the board hitting just now is dispelled by the gift.

Even if the palms still hurt, I will only feel guilty, and I will only make the master angry because I didn't do my homework well.

Order is sometimes important.

"Hey! How about presents? Is there any for me?" Qiu Wenyan ordered Zhang Junping after finishing the noodles, and asked with a smile when she saw the four apprentices showing off the gifts.

"Yes, if you forget anyone, you can't forget your wife. Now you are the key protection object of our old Zhang family." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Virtue! The noodles are ready, let's go and eat them!" Qiu Wenyan gave Zhang Junping a blank look.

"Hahaha..." Zhang Junping laughed and ran to the backyard to eat noodles.

Zhajiangmian, the favorite of BJ people.

Sesame sauce, in the past, not even now, BJ has actually issued a policy of restricting purchases.

It can be seen how much BJ people like to eat fried noodles.

This order to eat noodles, that is, pad it.

In the evening, the family came to Zhiweizhai and had a reunion dinner.

When Zhang's mother saw Zhang Junping, she also held hands, looked up and down, left and right, and asked for warmth.

In fact, Zhang's father and Zhang's mother are used to not seeing their son for a month or two, but this time they are going abroad, so they will pay more attention to it.

In the evening, there was nothing to say, although Xiaobie was newlywed, but the conditions did not allow it, so I could only hold back.

The next day, Zhang Junping came to the company by bicycle.

His special car is kept in the company.