Editor's note: "Northern Shaanxi" is the latest novel written by writer Ji Xiaodong. "Northern Shaanxi" tells the story of Ma Ruiqi, the landlord of "Guangliangtang" of Ma's Manor in Mizhi County, and Wan Youyou, the capitalist of "Tongtianyuan" in Yulin City, and their children Ma Boxiong, Ma Miao and Wan Xianru, Wan Xingming, Wan Xiangming, and their children Ma Boxiong, Ma Miao and Wan Xianru, Wan Xingming, and Wan Xiangming. From them, we can see the history of the suffering and the tenacious struggle of the people of northern Shaanxi, and also reflect the magnificent revolutionary history of the Communist Party of China in northern Shaanxi.
Ji Xiaodong, born in the Year of the Tiger, has been keen on literature and news writing since the 80s of the last century, and has occasionally published works. In the 21st century, he wrote novels such as "Dry Wharf", "Reporter", "The Promotion of the County Magistrate", "Wang Gui and Li Xiangxiang", "Nanniwan", "Shacheng" (the upper part) and so on. He has written and directed the movies "Beautiful Village Official" and "Wang Gui and Li Xiangxiang".
"Ridiculous, ridiculous! It's just a pediatric project, and it's still lying on the table, so dare you brag about it?" Ma Boxiong was furious. "Consistent practice, win people's hearts, show benevolence and righteousness. Within them, dictatorship, autocracy, embezzlement, corruption, rotten, disgusting. Wan Xianru became emotional and began to talk endlessly, from the government and the army to all levels of Yulin society at present, "As Mr. Lu Xun said, he is full of benevolence and morality, but between the lines he is 'eating people', saving children, saving our Yulin, northern Shaanxi and the country." "Give, your book, it's all back to Zhao." Ma Boxiong took out the Bible and said, stopping Wan Xianru's endless talking. Last time I was here, Wan Xianru asked him if he had read the book, he felt strange at the time, went back and turned the book page by page, and sure enough, he found a secret, there was a blank page in the book that looked like ordinary paper, but it was a special paper that could write potion words, and he had seen it in Japan. "I didn't delay you...... I wanted to pay you back a long time ago, but I was in a hurry when I came to Yulin several times, but this time I was calm. "It's just a book, what can you delay?" Wan Xianru said as she pretended to flip through the pages casually, pausing on the blank page. "What's going on, how do you feel about work?" Ma Boxiong sighed, muttering what could he have. Then he changed the topic and asked: "Let's not talk about anything else, let's just ask you, why do you want to invite me to dinner?" Wan Xianru's words are as tender as water, and his eyes are looking forward to leaving. "Thank you. Ma Boxiong stared at her, a damp emotion. She has a kind heart and works in a mysterious and somewhat unpredictable way. "You, how are you doing?" the ......," Ma Boxiong thought of the officers of the engineer battalion, and didn't know how to speak.
"You said, let's not talk about work, let's have dinner today, and when it's over, please listen to a little song. ”
25 Walking out of the stew restaurant, it was already the beginning of the lights. There are a lot of pedestrians on the streets, and many people who have nothing to do after dinner, in groups of three or five, are scattered under the eaves. In the crowd, a few people fought for gossip and their faces were redder than lanterns. Wan Xianru and Ma Boxiong walked through the crowd and came to the theater garden, but there was no performance that day. It's rare to have time and mood today, Wan Xianru said let's go to the small music team to listen. They walked around the side door of the theater in the alley, and the babbling singing came out: the iron ring outside the door sounded a few times, presumably the lover turned home and opened the door, and it turned out that it was him, but he was smiling and happy. When the two of them walked into the door, their jaws dropped in shock, it turned out that it was Aunt Eight who was singing. The master of the Wang class, who played the dulcimer, put a bamboo mallet and greeted Wan Xianruyi, obviously they were familiar with it. At this moment, Ma Boxiong was uncomfortable, he didn't dare to look at the eighth aunt's eyebrows. What he didn't know was that Aunt Eight was a frequent visitor here, and whenever the atmosphere was up, she would come up and sing with Zhu Tengda. Ma Boxiong looked around, but found that Xiao Cui, who was supposed to be singing, was being entangled by Adjutant He. After the eighth aunt finished singing, she took out a fragrant handkerchief to wipe Zhu Tengda's sweat. Adjutant He found Ma Boxiong, called him Ma Design, and asked if you are also interested in Xiaoqu? He hated being called a horse designer, but that's what everyone in the headquarters called him. Aunt Eight and Wan Xianru are still relatives, and when the two of them look at each other, they can be regarded as greetings. Wan Xianru is full of contempt for Aunt Eight, and after Aunt Eight has Lord Jing as her backer, she no longer looks down on the Wan family. And the Wan family also looks down on the "vase" in the Jing Mansion in their bones. "Adjutant He, why did he design it?" asked Aunt Eight, who had a strong interest in the polite Ma Boxiong. "Aunt Eight, don't you know him? He is a Japanese student invited by Commander Jing. "It's amazing to stay in the foreign country. The eighth aunt was too interested and asked. Although she is full of jewels and is commanding when she goes out, she has not even been out of Yulin City in the two years since she married Master Jing. "I heard that Japanese women carry bags when they go out?" Japanese men and women still take a bath in a bathhouse?" "I'm sorry, I'm a student and I don't know that. "What did you learn in Japan? Yes, design, one day you came to our institute to design design. "Eighth Aunt Taidao. Wan Xianru turned around and left, Ma Boxiong followed closely before and after, and the two did not say a word. The good mood cultivated in the afternoon has vanished. "Instructor Wan, do you want to go back to the barracks? Let's go together. Suddenly, someone said to Wan Xianru.
It was the officer in the barracks who spoke, like a ghost. Ma Boxiong, who was greatly disappointed, fled alone like a thief. At the end of the day, I am depressed, and tomorrow, I may be even more depressed.
The Jing Mansion consists of five exquisite courtyards, with two gates in the north and south, one in the alley that leads to the secluded place, and the other leading directly to the lotus pond. It is said that this was the official residence of the Qing General Army, and Lord Jing liked it very much after coming to Yulin, and moved in with his wife and concubine. The renovation project of the mansion handed over to Ma Boxiong had no specific requirements and no general budget, and he still designed it very carefully, because it was a grand century-old mansion, and he liked it very much because of its exquisite layout and elegant layout. Starting from basic work such as measuring the area and drawing a floor plan, he came up with a plan to make the old old, and carried out the work meticulously with reference to the Japanese practice of repairing old houses.
"Isn't this the name of designer? Come and design in my small courtyard. The eighth aunt leaned against the door and spoke. Hell, Ma Boxiong walked into the Jing Mansion for the first time, and the first person he met was the eighth aunt. "I'm sorry, I'm working in order, your yard will have to wait a few days. ”
(To be continued)
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