Chapter 31 Good morning, teacher
After talking about the 15th year of Wanli in the public toilet for more than 20 minutes, Cheng Xuyuan finally walked out of the public toilet unsteadily, dragging his slightly stiff legs.
Meng Dezhi was not satisfied with the extra two minutes he was given, and insisted on listening to the whole story. He did not even consider whether he could hold on with his old arms and legs.
I shook my head, but my legs still felt a little uncomfortable.
Comrade Lao Meng has to hold on to the wall to stand up!
After washing his face with hot water in the enamel basin where two fish were swimming and tidying himself up briefly, Cheng Xuyuan turned on the radio.
After tinkering with this broken radio for a few days, he finally got it working.
He repaired the damaged area using a bicycle inner tube he got from Old Li.
Although it doesn't look that beautiful, it's quite useful.
"...Hello, fellow listeners, this is... the radio station, now reporting the news..."
Listening to the clear and melodious voice on the radio, Cheng Xuyuan felt a surge of emotion in his heart.
Listening to the radio seems to be quite good! After listening to the news, Cheng Xuyuan wrapped himself in his big cotton-padded jacket and went to solve the problem of eating.
I had dumplings for lunch yesterday and I had dumplings last night.
Although Qin Yewei ordered two dishes in addition to dumplings yesterday, most of the food was dumplings.
A serving of soft fried meat cost 90 cents, a serving of sliced meat and tofu cost 65 cents, plus three or two dumplings for each person, which totaled to just over three yuan, so I treated everyone in the writing group to a meal.
Although the food coupons belonged to everyone, the people who rarely ate meat were still quite satisfied with the meal.
After all, Qin Yewei ordered two meat dishes! Two taels of plain noodles! Cheng Xuyuan, who was already familiar with the surroundings, came to a small state-owned noodle restaurant hidden in a corner of the alley and ordered two taels of noodles.
Cheng Xuyuan had seen how this Yangchun noodle was made. First, scoop a piece of lard and melt it in the pot, then put in the onion slices and fry them slowly over medium-low heat until the onions turn dark brown and crispy. This step is to fry the onion oil;
While frying the scallion oil, put the noodles into the soup pot and cook them. Then put a spoonful of scallion oil and salt in the bowl for the noodles, pick the cooked noodles into the bowl, add the soup, drizzle with sesame oil, sprinkle with chopped green onions and minced green garlic. It is such a simple bowl of noodles, but the fragrance is unique, which makes Cheng Xuyuan feel particularly satisfied.
However, after pouring all the noodles, which cost only one cent a bowl, into my mouth, I was only barely half full.
But there was no way. Although he still had more than 70 yuan in his hand, there were not many food coupons left in the country.
As for Yanjing's food coupons, he had none at all.
When food coupons are distributed on the 24th, you must have a good meal.
Cheng Xuyuan put down the bowl, made up his mind, and staggered towards the cultural center.
The writing team of the cultural center likes to collect materials, so the working hours are not fixed.
Cheng Xuyuan didn't have to go to the office at a specific time. If it wasn't too cold outside and there was nowhere to go, Cheng Xuyuan would just go for a stroll and no one would care about him.
"Xiao Cheng, I've had breakfast."
"Cheng Xuyuan, good morning."
"Morning, Teacher Cheng!"
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During working hours, the district cultural center was quite lively, and many people working there greeted Cheng Xuyuan with a smile when they saw him.
Cheng Xuyuan responded to these greetings with a smile.
Two days ago, when he first arrived, few people knew him, and even fewer people knew him.
Naturally, there are fewer people saying hello.
But now there are suddenly more of them, which should be related to what I wrote about eating noodles.
It is very normal to call him Xiao Cheng or Cheng Xuyuan, but what's the matter with this Teacher Cheng?
Cheng Xuyuan looked at the young man who greeted him and for a moment he didn't know how to respond.
Am I a teacher too? "Hello, hello. We are about the same age. You should call me Xiao Cheng or Xu Yuan!" After thinking silently in his mind for a while, Cheng Xu Yuan smiled and said to the person who greeted him.
It’s still a bit too early to call myself Teacher Cheng.
The young man smiled and said, "Teacher Cheng, in our cultural center, the most accomplished are the teachers."
"I read your book 'Eating Noodles'. It's really well written."
"I'm Xiao Zuo from the Quyi Group. I hope to work with you in the future."
Greeting everyone along the way, Cheng Xuyuan arrived at the writing group's office.
In the office, Shi Xuehong was sweeping the floor.
Seeing this situation, Cheng Xuyuan hurried to help.
After the two of them worked in perfect harmony to clean the cement floor, Cheng Xuyuan started to boil water using the coal stove in the office.
"Xiao Cheng, do you feel that other people treat you differently now?" Shi Xuehong asked Cheng Xuyuan with a smile while knitting a sweater.
Cheng Xuyuan did not hide it and said, "When I came here today, everyone was much more enthusiastic towards me."
"That's right." Shi Xuehong said, "People in our cultural center may look down on others, but they all respect those who are truly capable."
"Your skit made everyone realize that you, Xiao Cheng, are a capable person."
At this point, Shi Xuehong said, "Why don't you go to each office to collect some information? Everyone will be very enthusiastic about you."
What's going on in your head to collect folk songs just to enjoy other people's enthusiasm?
If I were to show off like this, wouldn't I be getting myself into trouble?
Cheng Xuyuan glanced at Shi Xuehong and said, "I'd better take a break to avoid being accused of ostentation."
Shi Xuehong smiled and suddenly lowered her voice and asked, "Xiao Cheng, are you going to use your bicycle ticket soon?"
Cheng Xuyuan was stunned for a moment, then he began to understand what Shi Xuehong meant by asking this.
He smiled and said, "I haven't saved enough money yet."
This is a reason that can be used for both offense and defense, and can be used or not used.
"I have a neighbor who is planning to get married after the Chinese New Year, but his family has never been able to get a bicycle ticket." Shi Xuehong said, "If you are willing to give up this ticket, he is willing to give you ten yuan."
Ten dollars is not a small amount when the salary is 40 or 50 yuan.
Cheng Xuyuan hesitated for a moment, waved his hand and said, "Sister, I'm going to buy a new bicycle myself."
"You know, I don't have a bicycle now, so it's inconvenient for me to travel."
Although he said that, Cheng Xuyuan actually felt it was not worth it.
After all, he had Meng Dezhi's commission to cover him, so he didn't need the ten yuan, but bicycle tickets were not something that could be easily obtained.
Shi Xuehong was not surprised by Cheng Xuyuan's refusal. She smiled and said, "They said that if you don't want money, you can use tickets."
Just when Cheng Xuyuan was about to ask what kind of tickets they were going to give, the door was suddenly opened and Feng Laoer walked in with a smile on his face.
"Teacher Cheng, Teacher Shi...Teacher Shi!"
Feng Laoer's greeting made Shi Xuehong's eyes widen.
Since she started working at the cultural center, people from both the creative team and other groups have called her Xiao Shi, Xiao Hong, or at most Xue Hong.
Teacher Shi, this is the first time I hear this title.
Suddenly, Feng Laoer's greasy face looked handsome! "Feng... Old Feng, what do you want?" Shi Xuehong glanced at Feng Laoer and asked with a smile.
"It was our team leader Luo. He asked me to come and ask Teacher Cheng to come to our folk art group to give us some guidance on the rehearsal of "Eating Noodles." When Feng Laoer said this, he said to Cheng Xuyuan solemnly, "Teacher Cheng, do you have time now?"
"Didn't we just give you the skit 'Eating Noodles'? Shouldn't you rehearse it a few more times until it's done properly, and then come over to let Teacher... Cheng come and give you personal guidance?" Shi Xuehong originally wanted to say something to Xiao Cheng, but later felt that it was inappropriate to say so.
So Xiao Cheng became Teacher Cheng.
Feng Laoer said, "We rehearsed all night last night, and practiced for another hour this morning."
"Everyone felt that the rehearsal was going well, so we invited Teacher Cheng to come over."
They started rehearsing last night. It seems that the folk art group is really serious about this.
Cheng Xuyuan had a little more respect for the seriousness of the folk art group, so he stood up and said, "Sister, how about we go and learn together?"
"Forget it, you go ahead. I have something else to do." Shi Xuehong waved her hand and said, "I'd better wait until the rehearsal is over before watching. It will feel better that way."
Cheng Xuyuan did not force it and left the writing group's office with Feng Laoer.
Just at this time, Zhang Dening, holding an invitation letter, came to the Chengnan District Cultural Center.
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(End of this chapter)
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