indianbanksassociation Chapter 340 Enlistment
Chapter 340 Enlistment
Chapter 340 Enlistment
The time is still stuck on June [-]st, Monday.In the evening, Du Shouyi met Wang Yuan in Wang Guihua's courtyard.He made an appointment with Wang Yuan that they would meet here on the first Monday night of every month.
"Shouyi, this is 160 yuan worth of waste money collected in the past half a month, please order."
"No need to order, I have to give you 32, right?"
"For Shouyi, I still have some things here, I want you to take a look at them." He brought a sack from the corner of the wall and said, "Look, how much is this worth?"
Du Shouyi was taken aback when he saw what he took out. This guy found a bronze wok from somewhere.
"Wok" in ancient times refers to a tripod with no feet, or a "big pot" for cooking meat. In modern southern dialects, the pot is also called a wok.But the 'pot' that Wang Yuan brought seems to have a bit more patina on it.
Just as Du Shouyi was talking about the 'big deal', Lou Dong's family had finished the banquet and returned home.
Director Lou took the warm towel and wiped his hands, then said with a smile, "'Yong Kee' really lives up to its reputation, today's dishes are good."
Lou Xiaoe said casually: "That's it, I don't think it's as delicious as Du Shouyi's. Isn't it, Xiong Ming?"
"I don't know about the others. The roast goose is indeed not as good as the one brought by the squad leader."
"Well, then it's not that I have a tongue problem. The char siu is also a little bit worse. There is still a gap between the chefs in this fishing village and the imperial chefs.".
It's Tuesday, June [-]nd.
At five or six o'clock in the morning, Du Shouyi dragged Ding Qiyuan out of bed and sent him to the Wujia wrestling ground.Yesterday afternoon, he talked with Mr. Wu for a long time. Please, this 'old Jianghu', must correct the bit of blood left by the master.He thought about it for a long time yesterday, and this job is only suitable for Mr. Wu.
Now that Ding Qiyuan has started to get in touch with the society, he might not be able to rely on blindly 'blocking'.To the 'outside', Du Shouyi cut off his way of associating with gangsters; to the 'inside', let him take a good look at how decent "jianghu people" live.Under the internal and external attack, he did not believe that Ding Qiyuan could go astray.
Ding Qiyuan now goes to the Wujia wrestling field for morning exercises, and then Wu Xiaosi escorts him to school.After school, Wu Xiaosi escorted him back to the wrestling field.For this, Du Shouyi also privately agreed to teach Wu Xiaosi to throw knives
It was ten o'clock in the morning.
"Ding, the host's reward for signing in today is, 'Fuchun Tea House' boiled dried silk X20."
This morning, I just heard two old ladies in the family mention that Yangzhou people drink morning tea, and Yangzhou's famous dishes came.This dried shredded radish shortbread is paired with 'Lvbolang' shredded radish shortbread, and it will make the two old ladies 'Yangzhou' for a while tomorrow morning.
After waiting for a while, there is still no movement. It seems that there is no achievement in life this time.
Du Shouyi picked up the "Art" in front of him and flipped through it casually. "Art" was supposed to be published on the [-]th, and the copy in his hand was the sample issue that the magazine sent this morning.
"Master, let me see?"
"Okay." Du Shouyi handed the magazine to Sixi.
This issue of "Art" is very "on the road", and it also gave him an "Editor's Note" that is not short and full of praise, which made him look good in front of his apprentices.
During lunch break, Du Shouyi went back to the courtyard.
"Grandson, why do you always come back at noon now? You need to rest more in the factory."
"Come back to accompany you?" Du Shouyi laughed to himself after finishing speaking, "I'm just coming back to hide myself. I might be dragged to write something after staying in the factory. I'm more tired than going to work."
"If people like to read your handwriting, why don't you write more?"
"You don't know, I can only write small characters, and they asked me to write banners, isn't that exposing me? Your grandson is now considered a calligrapher, and he is also a shameless person?!"
Du Shouyi specializes in the square brushwork, and it is best to use Yan Zhenqing's round brushwork to write big characters in the list.The former is longer than small characters, and exerts more force on the wrist; the latter exerts more force on the whole arm, there are two ways.
It didn't matter before, but now he has high demands on himself, and he feels stuck if his handwriting is poor.This can't be explained to people, and people may not understand it.
Say something off topic.In the history of Chinese calligraphy, Yan Zhenqing, Yan Song, etc., who can be called masters for writing list books, are less than the number of hands.It is very difficult to write a good book on the list. This is a big truth.
After wandering around at home for a while, he went to school to see Ding Qiyuan again.This kid is in a good mood.
Ding Qiyuan has actually turned a corner long ago, and he even feels secretly beautiful in his heart.A half-grown child like this is a bit mean. He not only wants freedom, but also wants someone to care about him and control him like a father or a brother.
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is Friday, June [-]th.
The courtyard has been bustling since the afternoon.A few tables will be set here tonight, and everyone will have fun together, and send Liu Guangfu's glorious enlistment into the army.
Before the banquet started, Yan Xiecheng helped Du Shouyi pull the lighting line, and asked, "Didn't you say you won't treat guests? Why did you do it again?"
"It's up to me. I was afraid that being too high-profile would be bad for Liu Guangfu. But the second uncle went to inquire, and the family of a group of soldiers who enlisted with Guangfu all held banquets, so why are we being polite? Shall we shake off our cheeks and have a good time? Today Let's sit at the same table and have a good drink."
"Okay. Call Jiefang and Guangtian over, let's stop hanging around the old men and drink well."
"Haha, that's what I mean, you still understand me."
On Saturday morning, Liu Guangfu was taken away with gongs and drums with the big red flowers, and Du Shouyi started his busy day again.
It was ten o'clock in the morning.
"Ding, the host's reward for signing in today is advanced 'Go' skills."
Looking at the reward, Du Shouyi felt even happier, and couldn't help but sing: "Shoot when it's time to do it, rush to Kyushu!"
The old Liang on the opposite side gave him a blank look: "It's just a game of chess, are you up to it?" He threw the chess piece in his hand and surrendered.
But the loser does not lose the battle, he is still muttering: "I really should let Lao Zhang come back and educate you, your chess style is getting worse and worse!"
Du Shouyi didn't forgive anyone, and said, "Lao Zhang is handsome, but I'm just a pawn. You can't even cross my river and still want to see our old man? Do you really think you are a mountain cannon, can you fight across the mountain?"
"You" Lao Liang was so choked that he almost suffered internal injuries.
At the end of the game in the morning, the Metallurgical Department worked together and finally eliminated the Garden Bureau.Du Shouyi was very happy to "revenge his vengeance".
"If anyone is convenient, give Lao Zhang a call, let him know the good news."
A teammate said: "Let me come, it's convenient to hang long-distance at my place. Rolling steel, will you celebrate later?"
After saying this, Du Shouyi immediately made a bitter face, "You guys go, I have to go back now, and there is no telling how many people are waiting in the infirmary. Before we win the championship, I will treat a few brothers to have a good drink ?”
"Okay, let's show everyone a championship this year."
On the way back to the factory, Du Shouyi first found a secluded place and downloaded the 'Go skills'.Although he has learned chess and go since he was a child in his previous life, he is nothing more than a rough master of the rules, not even half-baked.I didn't expect that in just a few years in this life, these two things can be used to bully others. How can there be any reason for this?
Speaking of this, I want to digress a little bit, and talk about the four kinds of "qin, chess, calligraphy and painting" that have been talked about all the time.
Some people say that painting refers to freehand brushwork, but it is actually difficult to say.Freehand brushwork was created by Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty, and it didn't become popular until after the Ming Dynasty.Before that, literati painting was still dominated by fine brushwork.From Gu Kaizhi to Song Huizong, I have never seen anyone who has freehand brushwork, and they are all known for their fine brushwork.
Needless to say, chess refers to Go, and the middle finger of the Jin Dynasty Jiupin Zhongzheng System refers to Go.And chess.
"Qin" is the most misunderstood by later generations in Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting.The 'Qin' here refers to Guqin, not Guzheng.
Modern people often can't tell the difference between Qin and Zheng.In fact, it's very simple, you just need to see how many strings there are to understand.
Guqin has seven strings and has never been changed.Guzheng started with five strings, and later developed to 24 and 26 strings, and now it is fixed at 21 strings.
To put it bluntly, regardless of the size and style, the one with seven strings is the qin, and the one with more strings is the zither.
The sound of the zither is different.The qin is "more sound and less sound"; while the zither is "less sound and more sound".
How is the word 'sound' different?To give a simple example: when we go to the temple to ring the bell, the sound of 'dang' is a 'sound'; and the resonance of 'buzzing' which follows is a 'sound'.
Guqin is "buzzing" and guzheng is "dangdang", so simple and straightforward?
Think about the 'problems' of the ancient literati?I can't say a word well, so I have to go around a few circles for you to guess.Of course they will prefer the lingering tune in 'Buzzing Buzzing'.So it is not surprising that the ancient literati were better at the piano.
(End of this chapter)