Rebirth 1979: Marrying a poor girl at the beginning

Yang Delong is just an ordinary engineer and he has no passion for literature and art. It is possible that he bought the wrong one, so Lin Zhengjun wrote down some names of contemporary painters.

As for buying a fake, that is impossible.

These paintings were purchased directly from the painters by the art shops, and the painters make their salaries from this!

Yang Delong put the note into his jacket pocket and pressed it hard.

Lin Zhengjun took out the contract sent by Yanjing Department Store, signed his name, pressed his fingerprints, and stamped it with the official seal.

He kept one copy and let the driver take the other one away!

This scene was seen clearly by Cheng Huiru who was checking the accounts nearby.

At this time, the driver's voice came from outside the door: "Comrade Zhengjun, is the engineer from Yanjing ready? The goods have been loaded, it's time to set off!"

"Let's go!" Lin Zhengjun patted Yang Delong on the shoulder.

Yang Delong wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, picked up his luggage, walked out of the office, and sat in the passenger seat of the truck.

Lin Zhengjun handed the contract to the driver and asked him to pass it on to the company, and the driver readily agreed.

Then the truck started, and the impressive headlights came on, illuminating the entire factory area. It slowly turned around, loaded with canned spicy fish and everyone's hopes, and drove out of the factory area, towards the river bank, and towards Yanjing.

Everyone watched the truck go up the county road and gradually disappear before they looked away.

Lin Zhengjun opened the office drawer, handed it to Cheng Huiru, and said, "By the way, the remittance slip for the first batch of goods has arrived ahead of schedule."

Cheng Huiru asked, "Director Lin, the 500 yuan you gave Yang Delong just now should be reimbursed through the official account, right?"

"What? Zhengjun gave Yang Delong 500 yuan?" Everyone was shocked.

However, considering Yang Delong's superb skills, everyone felt that five hundred yuan was not a lot, and it was well worth it and not a loss at all.

The debugging of the production line is still very complicated if it were not for Yang Delong directing the debugging, teaching everyone how to operate the machines and equipment, and imparting the technology of canned production to everyone.

It may take half a month to officially open for business. If you waste half a month, how much money will you lose?

"Whatever you use as a public account, you will be reimbursed!"

Lin Zhengjun said, "The four hundred yuan was for him to buy a painting for me, and the one hundred yuan was my personal reward for his hard work. This is a private matter, so it shouldn't be reimbursed through the official account!"

Everyone was shocked!

Take four hundred dollars to buy a painting!

Outrageous!

Four hundred yuan could build a few big houses with blue bricks and tiles. What's the point of buying paintings? What's the point of buying something that can't be eaten or drunk?

Lin Zhengjun is rich, but he can’t do this!

"Everyone feels it's weird, right?"

Cheng Huiru looked like she knew everything and said with a smug smile, "Director Xiaolin, don't think I don't understand just because I'm young!"

"What kind of painting is worth 400 yuan? Spending 400 yuan on a painting, isn't that crazy? Director Xiao Lin is paying out of his own pocket, giving benefits to Yang Delong in disguise!"

"I bought them at the Peace Art Store. Those paintings are all works by famous artists! They will be valuable in the future!"

"I know about the Heping Art Shop, but Qi Baishi and Zhang Daqian are all feudal remnants. How can they be valuable? They are too hard to wipe your butt with!"

Cheng Huiru's family worked at the Yenching Xinhua Bookstore. Her mother was in the book publishing business, so they came from a scholarly family and naturally knew something about calligraphy and painting.

She was not exaggerating. Before this, even if you had literati paintings, you wouldn't dare hang them up.

Even earlier antique paintings and calligraphy, as well as furniture, were smashed and burned by the red-armbanded ladies as they regarded them as old culture and customs.

Some people like these old things and take risks to keep them privately, but they can only admire them secretly and never dare to show them to others.

Lin Zhengjun: “…”

Oh, he is really helpless!

As I said, the prejudices of the times cannot be reversed in a short period of time. Even if Lin Zhengjun says it a hundred times, no one will believe it!

"I can't explain it to you clearly. Even if it's just my personal hobby, that's fine! Anyway, this money cannot be used from the public account!"

Lin Zhengjun gave up explaining and went home.

Everyone looked at Lin Zhengjun's back and didn't say anything for a long time.

"In order to pay Yang Delong's salary, he didn't want to be caught in the account check, so he actually paid out of his own pocket!"

Looking at Lin Zhengjun's receding figure, Cheng Huiru's eyes sparkled with tears as she said, "He is so selfless, he is so great!"

"That's not a big deal. Zhengjun is really indifferent to fame and fortune!" an educated youth also choked up.

"From now on, we must learn from Zheng Jun and stop being stingy and calculative!"

"That's right, be dedicated and don't take advantage of others!"

Everyone was talking at once, as if their souls had been sublimated, their blood was boiling and they were full of energy.

……

Yanjing, an alley on Yonghegong Street.

The light is dim in the low-rise street collective furniture workshop.

A young man was sitting at a workbench, his pale and thin face slightly distorted.

He gritted his teeth, endured the discomfort in his body, bent down with difficulty, and used a brush to paint a picture of a lady on the antique furniture.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong!"

The clock on the wall chimed twelve.

The workshop was mostly filled with old men and women, with very few young people, who were staggering toward the door.

After most of the people had left, the young man packed up his paintbrushes, supported himself on the workbench with one hand, lifted up his numb and severely atrophied leg with the other hand, and got into the wheelchair next to him.

He pushed his wheelchair out of the furniture workshop with both hands and turned into a narrow alley.

The sound of the iron wind chimes hanging under the eaves of the palace swaying could be heard from afar, and bursts of clear pigeon whistles rang out in the sky.

Behind him, in the autumn sunshine, a vague and lonely shadow hung on the dark red wall of the Yonghe Palace.

It took him more than ten minutes to return to the small courtyard at No. 26 Lama Temple Street.

The front room is a single room, and the back room is also a small single room.

The front house faces the alley and is only one meter away from the back house, making the "small courtyard" in the middle even more cramped and darker than a large courtyard.

There is no room for a sun-facing Albizia Julibrissin tree, and no jasmine or tuberose can grow here.

Only a few thin corrugated grasses growing on the wall of the Yonghe Palace next to the back room were trembling slightly in the breeze.

Outside the door came the cheerful sounds of children playing after school. He could not relate to the joys and sorrows of human beings, he only felt the noise.

He picked up a pen and wrote an essay that had been revised many times on the manuscript paper, just like a sick cow silently working on the land.

"elder brother!"

At this time, my sister Shi Lan came in with a schoolbag on her back, and said with a smile: "The People's Daily published a very interesting article today, called "Why is the road of life getting narrower and narrower?"

Shi Tiesheng smiled and stretched out his hand: "Let me see!"

This seems to be a letter written by a young man.

He tells about his life experiences growing up, including his childhood, adolescence and youth.

He was once classified as a descendant of the landlord class and lost the opportunity to take the college entrance examination and escape from farming.

But after the arrival of the new era, he cheered up and not only prepared for the college entrance examination, but also opened a collective cooperative and led his members to become rich.

He received care from leaders at all levels, but was still blocked by the joint defense team, suffered discrimination and ridicule, and felt inferior and confused. "I often wondered, what is the purpose of life?"

“A person must build his own spiritual home, which can illuminate his darkest place!”

“I still feel that life is full of sunshine!”

Shi Tiesheng held the newspaper in both hands, his eyes scanning the newspaper rapidly. The more he read, the more excited he became. He even couldn't stop his body from shaking slightly!

He and Lin Zhengjun don’t know each other!

But Lin Zhengjun's experience made him resonate strongly!