Thousands of years

Chapter 118

"Mountain darkly, vista."

It should be the time when the school reads early, and the sound of reading can be heard from the primary school campus.An Ji also came to find the old uncle as promised, and told the latter the story in the book.

An Ji has been looking for the old man at the gate of the elementary school for three consecutive days, and the story has been told for less than a third. The old man listened with great interest, and praised him in a row: "The girl is really amazing, that book has been kept at home for decades. No one understands it, if you don't give it to you, it will only accumulate dust at home."

While talking, the old uncle sighed, grabbed the water glass on the side, took a sip of water, and stood up from the chair: "If these things can be told to the children inside, they will also know that this story can continue to this day, yes How difficult it is, maybe in the future I will be willing to understand..."

"Hey, by the way, girl, I haven't asked you yet." Putting down the water glass in his hand, the old man opened the window of the security room next to him, allowing the cold air inside to spread out along the window, and the surrounding heat was reduced by three points. "What are you doing now? Are you still in the Hangluo factory you mentioned?"

"Yes, my uncles and aunts and I are thinking about doing some activities on campus recently, so that students can better understand our culture!" Speaking of the uncles and aunts in the factory, An Ji's eyes are brighter than the sky. To be clear, anyone will cherish the kind of respect and love that blends friendship and family affection.

"I might come to our school in a few days. If I have time, maybe I can invite my uncle to say a few words. After all, I think the relationship between the students and my uncle is quite good."

What An Ji said is right, although Uncle is just retired and works as a janitor at the school, he is good to the children in the school, snacks, toys, good morning and goodbye in the afternoon, just like the children’s grandpa, basically can Call out most of the school kids by name.

"What can I say, it's not as good as what is written in the book... It's hard for you to tell me a story." Since he stood up, the uncle didn't sit down, giving An Ji enough respect, "I was just talking casually at that time. Speaking of which, you have too many things to do, which really wastes your time."

"Sure enough, I read it right that day. You girl really want to do this well. This book is destined for you!"

"I still have to return this book to you some other day. After all, it is a treasure handed down from your family." If you don't get paid for nothing, how could An Ji have the nerve to take the right book just because the original owner said 'fate'?

Don't look at An Ji who thinks it's inappropriate, but the old man doesn't care, he is open-minded: "If you return this book to me, I have to understand it to be valuable."

"What's more, this book has no value in my place except for keeping it. It is our luck that it can meet you with me, someone can understand it, and let me know what kind of story is written in it."

"But this book is in your hands, it will definitely be of greater value!"

The old man's talk has covered this point, so there is no need for An Ji to give in pretentiously.In addition to thanking the old uncle, An Ji also understood that what the old uncle would like to see is to maximize the value of this book, and this is also the reason why the old uncle gave the book to himself.

These days, An Ji would tell the old man a story every day like a storyteller, and then he would ride his bicycle and leave, either to find midsummer, or to hangluo factory.

So after the chat, An Ji and his uncle said goodbye tacitly, the former went to push the cart, and the latter went back to the security room to refill the tea in the cup.

"Uncle, can I edit this book into an electronic version, print it out, and send it out for free?" Seeing that the old man had already moved the bench into the security room, and stepped in with one foot and half of his body, An Ji suddenly remembered something. Kick the bike's pedals back on.

"Huh?" The old uncle placed the bench in the room, turned sideways and moved himself out of the security room, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Realizing that the old uncle might be wrong, An Ji didn't feel impatient in the slightest. He just explained the words more clearly: "It's because I didn't make it clear to my uncle...I mean, this book is passed down by my uncle's family." , but hope to contact the publishing house to publish it in Uncle’s name, or?”

"Oh, girl, what do I think when you say this!"

After understanding what An Ji meant, the old uncle smiled brightly, and the brows that were frowned just now were relaxed: "What's the trouble with this, you can do whatever is convenient for you, and besides, this book may not be written by my ancestors. Let the children see it, and it will be good if they understand, where is the picture of money or not?"

"If you can really publish it, if you get the money, you can encourage more interested children to learn this weaving. If you can't publish it, you can print it boldly. I'm afraid this is what the old man who wrote the book wanted to see Bar……"

The old uncle should be considered a cultural person back then, not to mention he had the spirit of 'live and learn', and he spoke unusually, "Okay girl, I won't bother you anymore, what do you need? Just be the master."

Thank you for the great kindness, this is the kindness that the old uncle gave to An Ji, and it is also the kindness that the old uncle gave to Hang Luo. In the end, An Ji just nodded and said "thank you", and there was no more vain courtesy—— Making Hang Luo better is the best answer and thanks to these selfless people.

"An Ji, why are you so happy today?" Aunt Wang, as always, paid attention to even a subtle expression of An Ji, for fear that the girl was not in good health, "By the way, you and auntie will go for a walk some other day. A friend of mine knows someone Good doctor of traditional Chinese medicine, adjust your body for you."

"The doctor said that it is best to take less medicine for acupuncture and moxibustion, and many of them can be supplemented by daily food...what is it called, medicine and food come from the same source!"

"And the doctor also said that you young people like to stay up late now! Although many things are very important, the body is the first. Without a good body, everything is useless, right?"

"Also, as the doctor of traditional Chinese medicine said, sleep is not just about counting the time! You also have to consider the time of the five internal organs of the body, especially in the early morning. Although you are clear-headed at that time, you can't! Qi and blood grow at that time, you But don't stay up all night!"

Sometimes An Ji feels that Aunt Wang is the same as her best friend Sheng Xia. Although she is nagging, she pays close attention to the people around her.

"Okay, okay, no problem, thank you, Aunt Wang." An Ji was even happier, with a smile that couldn't be hidden in his eyes, "Don't worry, Aunt Wang, I must pay attention to health maintenance, and I won't burn myself out .”

"Well, that's good. Our Chinese medicine is the crystallization of our ancestors for thousands of years. You can't be wrong if you listen to other doctors...Didn't I drink wolfberry? Don't tell me, it's really good for my blood pressure..."

While talking, Aunt Wang did not forget to pick up the teacup and take a sip of tea, and raised her glass to indicate that An Ji also remembered not to drink water all day: "The doctor also said that everything should be in moderation. Goji berries are like water. That’s right, you can’t stop drinking, and you can’t drink too much, or it’s not good for your health.”

After talking for a long time, An Ji agreed, and the uncles and aunts at the side also agreed, but Aunt Wang forgot what she wanted to ask the former at the beginning, and stopped An Ji after a while: "I haven't said anything yet, girl today So happy, do you have any happy event to share with everyone?"

"En!" Hearing this, An Ji raised his eyebrows, the light in his eyes was obviously brighter by the morning sun, "It was the old uncle who gave me the book that time, I talked to him, maybe we can share that book with him." When this ancient book is reprinted, it will be shown to the children in the school."

"Hey, why don't you post it on the Internet?" Uncle Li suddenly proposed after hearing this, "Don't you all read that Internet novel now? The radio station is fine..."

"The radio station has to wait for the time, and you can listen to it anytime you want." Uncle Li said, he had already taken out his mobile phone, and pointed to the software on it to show to other uncles and aunts who came over, "Here, this kind of There's a lot of software!"

After poking on the screen, the phone played the audio, and Uncle Li looked intoxicated: "Look, there are also music and stories. It's really good. If the story An Ji told us before can be read like this, there must be many people." By the story of our Hang Luo..."

"Fans! Yes, there must be many people who are fans of Hang Luo's stories!"

It's no wonder that Uncle Li is so good at using mobile phones. He can use many online words so proficiently, but many of them look at their mobile phones.

"I was looking at my mobile phone a while ago and my eyes were uncomfortable, so I asked the child, and the child told me that he could listen to books. I thought this thing is good!"

"Thank you, Uncle Li! Although I'm not an old bookworm, I've read a lot of online articles. That story shouldn't be surprising. If it's posted on the Internet, more people should see it."

During this period of time, An Ji has also realized a fact-although the uncles and aunts in the Hangluo factory are not young, but their hearts and thinking are still young, which can make the Hangluo factory survive until now, except for their persistence. Their innovative spirit is also indispensable.

Just like the story of thousands of years ago in the book, and the story of a hundred years ago given to An Jijiang by my grandfather, it seems that the success of the predecessors has never been separated from their daring to think and do, and their hearts for the world.

It is a millennium for Sister An to be able to send Hang Luo onto a merchant ship by herself, open up trade routes, and benefit the common people; Sister An, who respects her teacher and works hard, can stick to her heart with her master and find the most suitable mulberry silk. Previous innovation and persistence.

He Qinglian was able to raise his younger sister by himself, and was able to give up his personal interests for the benefit of the nation; he would rather keep Yunguo first and his family behind, which is also the righteousness of his family and country a hundred years ago...

Even if there is only one ruin left in the Temple of Machine, and the uncles and aunts are serious materialist atheists, they will still offer a stick of incense to the ancestors on the New Year's Day, to thank the kindness of teaching karma, and to bear the shuttle of thousands of years.

Today's uncles and aunts are also the same, repeating what their predecessors did, and it is this spirit that keeps Hang Luo going, An Ji thinks.

Everything that troubled An Ji in the past seems to suddenly become clear, the future is no longer so confused, and An Ji's trust in himself has become a little bit firmer.

"This girl, what can I thank you for?" Uncle Li couldn't help laughing when he saw An Ji's appearance, "We are all a family, and we feel sorry for you. You are almost tired. It's just such a little thing. What do you have to thank for it? !"

"That's right, I know that An Ji is polite and respects us." Aunt Zhang saw her, and she couldn't help but chime in, "But what is the name of the general thank you? You have done so much for us to support you, how many times have we thanked you? Everyone is like a family and treats you as their own girl!"

"Well! Uncle and aunt, I understand!"

That being said, the uncles and aunts in the factory are of the same generation, so naturally there is only this emotion between them that goes beyond friendship and sympathy with relatives. At the same time, An Ji treats the uncles and aunts as masters.

For these people who are mentors and mentors who take care of An Ji's life and thoughts everywhere, a few words of "thank you" are not enough.

"Okay, that's all right!" Several uncles and aunts said together.

"You can do it now. If you don't have a computer at hand, there is one in the house, but it has not been turned on for a long time, and it may be inconvenient to use." Aunt Zhang instructed, "Your Uncle Li is just debugging the Zhiluo loom these days, but Not too busy."

In a few days, it will be the day to enter the campus. Aunt Zhang also means to show it to the children this time: "If it is too late, forget it, or you will be exhausted."

The custom-made Hangluo fans and Hanfu suitable for children have been sent to the factory one after another by the manufacturers. Now only An Ji and several other non-heritage inheritors are left to match and adjust. Aunt Zhang is also worried that the former will be tired.

"It's okay. I'm almost busy there. Shengxia can help me a little bit. I'll go and type this up now. It should be enough time in two or three days."

With a background in college and graduate school, this matter is not difficult for An Ji at all. The only problem lies in those obscure places in the book, and it needs to be replaced with words that are easy for children to accept.

As for drawing those characters and costumes for children to read in picture books, it is obviously not a short-term effort, An Ji himself can know the choice...

The autumn wind is as hot and humid as ever. An Ji, who has been studying in the north for the past few years, has just gotten used to it. After a few days of busy work, his eyes feel sore and swollen.

"An Ji, this cassia seed is also good for your eyes. Tomorrow, Aunt Wang, I will bring you some dried cassia seed at home, which is boiled water from abalone shells. You have to take good care of your eyes!"

Seeing that An Ji raised his neck and was rubbing it, Aunt Wang came over at the right time and took out a brand new glass in her hand: "The bigger the eyes are, the more important they are. You must protect them. You still have to learn how to use them." Designed, the eyes are more important!"

"Okay! It's finally done!"

I don't know if it's Aunt Zhang's voice or Uncle Li's voice, but it came from 20 meters away, "Come on, it's finally done, this time it's disconnected!"

　①Twelve hours in traditional Chinese medicine correspond to different meridians and viscera, and have different forms of maintenance.

　　② Semen Cassiae and Cassia Cassiae have the effect of nourishing the liver and improving eyesight.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)