Return to Qiqi, start with the female educated youth returning to the city

Chapter 6: Squatting and Talking
Because I went to bed early last night, it was only dawn when I woke up.

Without a watch to check the time, Cheng Xuyuan could only guess.

Look at the sky, it should not even be seven in the morning!

Lying in the warm bed, Cheng Xuyuan felt as if his whole body was falling apart and he didn't want to get up at all.

But his stomach was rebelling, with both the bulging and empty spaces inside. Cheng Xuyuan had no choice but to get up from the bed trembling.

"Squeak, squeak!"

As Cheng Xuyuan stood up, the wooden bed made a protesting sound.

This is a real wooden bed, with three long benches underneath and a wooden board on top whose use is unknown.

Although it is very flat when lying down, it will creak as soon as you turn over.

This condition...

Although he felt emotional, Cheng Xuyuan quickly put on his cotton coat and trousers, and then ran towards the public toilet sixty meters away at a speed of one hundred meters.

This public toilet is really big, covering an area of ​​more than 20 square meters, with more than a dozen squatting toilets lined up in a row, giving people a spectacular feeling.

Cheng Xuyuan thought that he had arrived early and there should be no one there. However, he never expected that when he squatted in an empty seat, he heard someone greet him, "Young man, you are not from our cultural center, are you?"

Hearing this sudden approach, Cheng Xuyuan almost jumped up.

In fact, it's not Cheng Xuyuan's fault. It's really in this kind of situation, when you are going all out and preparing to go all out, suddenly a hero you don't even know greets you, you're also surprised.

Through the early morning light, Cheng Xuyuan saw a middle-aged man in his forties with a thin face, squatting on the toilet and smoking.

In a hazy state, Cheng Xuyuan felt relaxed and at ease, enjoying himself very much.

This person is the only one who can make squatting in the toilet feel so enjoyable!

He quickly smiled and said, "I'm from the Cultural Center. My name is Cheng Xuyuan. I registered yesterday and just finished the formalities. What's your name?"

"New here!" The man took a puff of his cigarette. The white smoke made him look even more ethereal in the cold weather.

"My name is Meng Dezhi, and I'm an old man in our museum."

"Which group were you assigned to?"

Meng Dezhi, I have no impression of this name.

Cheng Xuyuan smiled and said, "Hello, brother. Please give me more advice in the future."

"I was assigned to the fiction group."

Meng Dezhi paused while smoking and said, "Novel group? Then, what works have you written, Xiao Cheng?"

Write a work?
I wrote planning in my previous life.

As for what happened after traveling through time, it seems like I and I wrote an essay called "An Unforgettable Day"!
I don’t know if this counts!
While squatting, Cheng Xuyuan felt that he couldn't show his weakness, so he smiled and said, "I wrote a short article called An Unforgettable Day."

Meng Dezhi frowned and thought for a while, he couldn't remember where he had seen it, but he seemed to have a vague impression of the name.

He immediately stopped talking about this topic and continued, "Xiao Cheng, what books have you read?"

What books have you read? A lot!
"Yang Shen", "Pan Long", "Perfect World"...

But if I say these, I'm sure the old comrade in front of me will be shocked. As for me, I don't seem to like reading books very much!
No, you can show your timidity at other times, but you can’t show your timidity when you’re squatting in the toilet!

“I have read the History of Ming Dynasty.”

After saying this, Cheng Xuyuan's mind was filled with "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty", "Return to the Ming Dynasty to Become a Prince", "Ming"...

Although most of these are online novels, the total number of words is definitely much more than that of Ming History.

Meng Dezhi originally wanted to test this new young man to see what he was capable of. The books young people read these days are nothing more than some famous novels, but he didn't expect that this young man was actually reading the history of the Ming Dynasty!
He is not familiar with the "History of Ming Dynasty" either!
But when he tested the young man, he was stumped by his questions. If this got out, how would Old Meng save his face? What would happen to his reputation?
No, I have to keep asking!

Meng Dezhi took a long puff of his cigarette and said with a smile, "Xiao Cheng, which period do you think is the most important in Ming history?"

For Meng Dezhi, this problem is a matter of both offense and defense.

After all, the important events in Ming history are also the contents that many people are familiar with, such as Xu Da and others' expedition to attack the Yuan Dynasty, the Fengtian Rebellion, and the Coal Hill Campaign of Chongzhen.

He knows a little bit about these.

Cheng Xuyuan squatted in the toilet happily, and said casually: "I think the most important thing is the fifteenth year of Wanli!"

The fifteenth year of Wanli?
Who is Wanli?

Which year is fifteen years?
As a pseudo-expert who has only a superficial understanding of Ming history, Lao Meng knows Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhu Laosi, and even Baozong, but he is not very clear about who Wanli is!

After all, this guy doesn't seem to be very famous!
Meng Dezhi felt that he couldn't show off any more, so he took another long puff of his cigarette and continued to use the universal routine: "Why do you think this year is more important?"

Now he was squatting in the toilet without a mobile phone or a newspaper in his hand. Cheng Xuyuan was really bored, so he just casually talked about the 15th year of Wanli in his mind.

"If you want to know why this year is important, it is actually the beginning of the various social contradictions and gradual decline of the Ming Dynasty in the middle and late period..."

Cheng Xuyuan spoke for three or four minutes in one breath, and Meng Dezhi, who didn't know much about Ming history, nodded frequently.

He really didn't expect that there was someone who could analyze the decline of the Ming Dynasty from the perspective that Cheng Xuyuan said.

This guy is really talented!
"It's too cold, man. I'm leaving first!" After finishing all the inventory, Cheng Xuyuan felt his legs were numb from the cold winter morning. So he didn't want to say anything more and just said goodbye.

Meng Dezhi, who was listening with great interest, said, "Xiao Cheng, please talk for a while."

I am telling you a story here, I must be crazy.

Cheng Xuyuan didn't wait for Meng Dezhi to finish speaking before he started to pull up his pants. He said with a smile, "Brother, I really can't do it anymore. It's too cold here."

"How about this, when you're free, let's go to the office and talk."

"I go first."

As he spoke, Cheng Xuyuan strode out.

Watching Cheng Xu's figure going away, Meng Dezhi moved his legs which were a little numb from squatting, and said with emotion: "That idiot Lao Niu has recruited a talent this time."

"It's a good thing he didn't go on, or my old legs would have gone on strike."

"When I fall into the cesspool, I will definitely..."

Cheng Xuyuan had no idea of ​​Meng Dezhi's mumbling. Facing the cold wind, he quickly came to the gate of the cultural center.

The museum is not open yet, and the only person he knows is probably the gatekeeper, Old Li. He should go and ask him where he can get a meal.

Just as Cheng Xuyuan thought, Old Li was warming himself by the fire and drinking strong tea leisurely, looking very contented.

Seeing Cheng Xuyuan coming over, he smiled and said, "Xiao Cheng, how did you sleep last night?"

"Uncle Li, I slept well, but I'm hungry now. What should I eat?" While speaking, Cheng Xuyuan handed Uncle Li a cigarette.

Old Li said modestly, then took the cigarette with a smile and said, "Go forward along the alley in front, about half a mile away, there is a state-owned dumpling restaurant."

"Go over there and sort it out first."

"But this is not a long-term solution. You can get a stove and buy a pot. It's more cost-effective to cook it yourself."

It’s bad enough that I live in a warehouse, but you also want me to cook for myself?

Cheng Xuyuan's expression was a little confused for a moment.

(End of this chapter)