The train driver in the courtyard

Qin Huairu gave birth naturally and was discharged from the hospital after staying there for two days.

Although Jia Zhang was reluctant to serve Qin Huairu, she had no choice but to run around for fear of being sent back to the countryside.

On the third day after Qin Huairu returned to the Jia family, Jia Zhang went to the pigeon market to find a fortune-telling stall and spent two cents to name Qin Huairu's daughter "Jia Dang".

In Li Aiguo's opinion, the appearance of this name indicates that the plot has not changed much.

The third uncle seemed very dissatisfied with the name Jia Dang.

In the evening, Li Aiguo, the third uncle and Yan Jiecheng helped Aunt Liu clean up the house and squatted at the door smoking and drinking tea.

"Ms. Jia Zhang has bad intentions." The third uncle sighed.

"Dad, the word 'dang' means health and safety, isn't this a good name?"

Yan Jiecheng felt that the third uncle was being a little too suspicious.

"What do you know, kid? Naming is a science."

The third uncle was halfway through his words when he suddenly realized something and turned to look at Li Aiguo.

He quickly laughed and said, "This is all feudal dregs. You can't talk about it. You can't talk about it."

Li Aiguo knew what the Third Master was thinking, and he drank a sip of tea and said:
"Uncle, traditional culture and feudal dregs are two different things. I think naming is our fine culture.

If you tell us about it, we, the younger generation, can learn more from it."

Li Aiguo has always viewed these "old principles" in a dialectical way.

Those who are truly feudal dregs, such as cutting flesh from their own thighs to treat their relatives' illnesses, should be beaten to death with a stick.

Traditional culture such as New Year pictures, door paintings and Spring Festival couplets should be vigorously promoted.

The third uncle was relieved, adjusted the frame of his glasses and said:
"When choosing a name, the characters should be straight and tight, not loose or crooked, and should not contain radicals such as knife, thorn, fork, etc.

It must be in accordance with the season. For example, a child born in winter cannot be named Chunyu or Chunmei.

Especially the spring plum blossoms. Plum blossoms bloom in winter, but you insist on having them bloom in spring. Such people are impatient, unrealistic, and fanciful.

The name should be in accordance with the animal sign of the person. People born in the year of the pig should not be named "tiger", and people born in the year of the sheep should not be named "lang" (homonymous with "lang").

Finally, and most importantly, we must pay attention to the interaction of the five elements. "

Li Aiguo was stunned when he heard this.

He really didn't think about choosing a name, and there were so many twists and turns.

"Then why is the name Jia Dang not good?" Yan Jiecheng asked.

The third uncle drew a few lines on the ground with a tree branch and said, "The character Jia belongs to the water element, and the character Dang belongs to the fire element. This combination of names is like water and fire cannot coexist.

For example, the name Jia Geng, Geng belongs to the element of wood, and water and wood complement each other, so he will definitely achieve great things in the future. "

When Li Aiguo heard the analysis of Jia Dang's name, he nodded frequently.

Xiaodang turned out to be indeed an ungrateful person with a very bad temper.

But Jia Geng can do great things. Isn't this nonsense? !
Indeed, naming can only be viewed as a traditional culture.

After chatting for a while, Xu Damao came back from selling the scraps and told Li Aiguo that Da Kui from the scrap shop invited him over.

"It seems that Da Kui has received a lot of books again."

Li Aiguo calculated the time and found that he had not been to the scrap station to reconcile accounts for a month, so he stood up and staggered to the scrap station.

The business of the scrap shop in Nantongluo Lane is getting better and better.

After Erpao left, Da Kui was too busy to handle the work by himself, so he hired a helper.

The child's name was Zhou Xuan. Due to his poor family background, he had no way of working in a factory.

The reason why Da Kui invited him was because he was a filial child.

Facts proved Da Kui's vision. After Zhou Xuan came to the scrap shop, he was diligent and educated, and managed the scrap shop in an orderly manner.

When Li Aiguo arrived at the scrap shop, Zhou Xuan was sorting a box of broken glass bottles.

"Xuan Zi is busy."

"Brother Li, you are here. Brother Da Kui is waiting for you in the house."

Li Aiguo was about to go into the house, but he turned around and walked over, looking at the glass bottles and asked, "Where did these bottles come from?"

The glass bottles in this box are not ordinary wine bottles, but beakers and test tubes.

"This, I picked it up from the south entrance of the alley this morning." "The south entrance of the alley? Isn't that the old blacksmith shop? My kitchen knives were made there."

"Brother Li, you haven't been there for a long time, the old blacksmith shop is long gone.

These glass bottles were shattered by an explosion that occurred in the yard not long ago.”

Seeing that Zhou Xuan only knew this little, Li Aiguo didn't ask any more questions and went into the house to check the accounts with Wang Da Kui.

Wang Da Kui kept very detailed accounts, and it took the two of them less than ten minutes to check them.

Li Aiguo took three hundred and twenty yuan and fifty cents from him and put it in his pocket.

Then he asked about the big yard at the south end of the alley.

"You're asking about the mine compound, right?"

"Mine compound?"

"Yes, there used to be frequent explosions there. The residents nearby were so scared that they moved away. By the way, it seems to have an official name called Xinhua Chemical Reagent Research Institute."

Wang Da Kui slapped his thigh and said, “To be honest, in the past two years, those researchers gave me a lot of performance.

We received a large number of broken bottles every now and then. Later, most of the researchers were transferred to the Beijing Chemical Plant. Only the old director stayed there, and the number of explosions decreased. "

"Old director? Mr. Gao?" Li Aiguo remembered that the founder of Xinhua Chemical Reagents Research Institute was Mr. Gao Chongxi.

Mr. Gao Chongxi graduated from the University of Wisconsin in New York City with a master's degree and a doctorate in chemistry.

Mind you, that was a PhD in chemistry from the 1920s.

After graduation, Mr. Gao Chongxi refused a high-paying job and returned to the capital without hesitation to become a professor at Qinghua University.

Later, he used 5,000 yuan to buy books, 5,000 yuan to buy medicine, and 5,000 yuan to purchase instruments, and founded the Xinhua Chemical Reagent Research Institute, which was the predecessor of the Beijing Chemical Plant.

"No, no, he is Mr. Gao's student, Mr. Sun. I don't know his exact name, I just know that others call him Professor Sun."

Wang Da Kui is an expert in his business and often deals with the compound. Li Aiguo finally figured out what was going on.

In 1950, Mr. Gao Chongxi, who had returned from overseas, set up a chemical factory in an old blacksmith shed at the south entrance of Nanluoguxiang, igniting the spark of chemical reagent production in Beijing.

The chemical plant later became the first state-owned enterprise in the capital's industry and was renamed Xinhua Chemical Reagent Research Institute.

After Mr. Gao passed away, his student Mr. Sun became the director of the institute.

Later, due to limited area and frequent explosions, the Xinhua Chemical Reagent Research Institute moved away and was renamed Beijing Chemical Plant.

After all this fuss, we are neighbors with the Beijing Chemical Plant.

Li Aiguo now felt like he had searched everywhere for something he had found, but when he looked back, he found the Beijing Chemical Factory in the dim light.

As the saying goes, a distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor. Li Aiguo felt that Mr. Sun had an obligation to help him solve his problem.

In the evening, Li Aiguo rode the scrap shop's tricycle and headed straight to the south entrance of Nanluoguxiang.

Outside the south entrance is a wasteland and not many people pass by.

Li Aiguo quickly found the old site of the Beijing Chemical Plant.

This is a large courtyard with more than a dozen rooms around it and a large shed with a tin roof in the center of the courtyard.

The roof of the shed has turned rusty due to wind and rain.

Most importantly, there is a plaque with the words "Beijing Xinhua Chemical Reagent Research Institute" hanging at the entrance of the courtyard.

Li Aiguo stopped the tricycle and knocked heavily on the gate several times.

"boom!"

There was a dull explosion in the yard, followed by a cloud of black smoke.

"Who is it! Ah! Who is messing with me at the critical moment? I will punish him."

A moment later, the door was opened from the inside.

An old man with burnt hair and black ash on his face stuck his head out.

"Comrade, what can I do for you?"

The old man turned his smoking head and looked left and right. He first saw Li Aiguo and then saw the tricycle outside.

The little eyes behind the black-framed glasses blinked: "The glass bottles I sell are all high-quality glass. It's reasonable that the price is higher than that of wine bottles."

(End of this chapter)