"On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, make cakes and steamed buns with applique flowers."
According to Chinese folk customs and traditions, on the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, every household, whether making noodles or steamed buns, will begin to prepare staple foods for the New Year, and new red window grilles will be affixed to the windows.
However, the chess hall was still open for business as usual. He Qi was alone and did not pay attention to it during the New Year. He went to work in the morning as usual. As soon as he went out and walked towards the alley, he heard Qian Xuan calling from behind.
He Qi turned around and waited for Qian Xuan.
"Yu Bai, Yu Bai, have you read the morning newspaper?" Qian Xuan, holding a roll of newspapers in his hand, hurried forward, his eyebrows dancing with joy, as if he had won a general, and he was very happy.
He Qi said: "Not yet, I'm going to the chess hall to watch. What's wrong?"
Qian Xuan pretended to be secretive. He took out a newspaper from a roll and handed it to He Qi. He pointed at an article and said with a mysterious smile: "Read this newspaper now."
"East Asia Daily" is backed by the capital of Dongyi people. When he was in the Shanghai Stock Exchange, He Qi had dealt with it. He took the newspaper and glanced at this article. He strongly condemned He Qi for being rude and so on.
So I'm not surprised.
He Qi didn't know why, so he returned the newspaper to Qian Xuan and wondered: "What's wrong?"
Qian Xuan squeezed his eyes and said in surprise: "Lin Shu, whose courtesy name is Qinnan, don't tell me you haven't heard of it?"
The snow on the street was still piled up on both sides. The Chinese New Year was just two days away. All the people buying new year's goods took to the street. Old Wu pulled the cart and crawled like ants among the crowd. It took a long time to arrive.
Yangzi Hutong.
That was indeed "crazy", but when He Qi thought about it, no matter how awesome he was, what did it have to do with him? He frowned and said, "It's not like the water in the well, and I didn't offend him. Stop talking about irrelevant people, just say
What does Zhang Houde do? Where does he live?"
He Qi really didn't think so much. Before he realized it, one of his "statements" provoked the Dongyi people to condemn him, but unexpectedly, he was scolded by the Chinese people first. What is this?
He Qi said impatiently: "There's so much nonsense. Which one is it? I'll go there myself."
Following Qian Xuan's gaze, He Qi looked sideways and locked his gaze on Zhang Houde. When he was seven or eight steps away, he thrust his chest forward and rushed forward, blocking Zhang Houde's path.
He Qi said angrily: "If he scolds me, I will naturally scold him back in person. What else can I do?"
Qian Xuandao: "A person who understands foreign languages will first tell the general meaning of the original work, and then Lin Qinnan will use Chinese literature to process it into classical Chinese. It's like if you understand English, you say it to me, and I will reconstruct it based on what you said. Back then
As soon as "La Traviata" came out, it was immediately expensive in Luoyang. I have also read it and it is really good. Yucai said that Lin Qinnan's translation is even better than the original work."
"Don't leave! There's more!" Qian Xuan grinned, followed up, turned out the "Beiping Times", pointed at one of the articles and said with a smile: "Look at this article, I'm scolding you!"
I will write an article saying that you have such a great reputation, but in fact you are a loser and a reckless person."
"Come on!" He Qi rolled his eyes, said it was something happy, turned around and continued walking towards the entrance of the alley.
Qian Xuan suddenly smiled and said: "Since ancient times, masters and apprentices have shared weal and woe. The younger ones are scolded by the older ones. I'd better tell you about Lin Qinnan first. This person believes in the Tongcheng School, has a profound foundation in Chinese studies, and is a translator.
What's amazing is that he doesn't understand foreign languages, but he can translate masterpieces, and he translated "The Legacy of La Traviata in Paris."
Qian Xuan curled his lips and nodded again: "Let me tell you this, you know Gu Tangsheng, and you have to be respectful when you see Lin Qinnan. There are two people who can be called 'madmen', and that is Mr. Taiyan."
With him."
"Is he so awesome?" He Qi was immediately shocked. After thinking about it again, it was wrong, and said: "One code is another code. I want to go to Zhang Houde to settle the score. No matter how awesome Lin Qinnan is, it has nothing to do with him."
Zhang Houde was humming a ditty and singing when he was suddenly blocked by a tall man. He thought he was hitting the road and staggered away.
He Qi then turned his body sideways, blocking the way again.
Qian Xuan was very satisfied with the effect and said with a smile: "He! Lin Qinnan's proud disciple."
He Qi stopped, took the newspaper and read it, and suddenly felt an unknown fire in her heart. There were hundreds of words in it, and the whole article was full of curse words, but she didn't say where she was scolding. She was like a shrew, and was simply making trouble unreasonably.
Just as he was talking, Qian Xuan suddenly stared and looked into the distance, only to see a man carrying a birdcage walking towards him. He was wearing a long robe and a mandarin jacket, dragging a small braid, and humming a little tune in his mouth.
Very.
Qian Xuan was stunned: "What do you want to do?"
He Qi naturally didn't believe it: "Don't fool me. You don't understand foreign languages and you're a ghost translator?"
He Qi asked herself that she had never offended him, so why should she curse him? The evil fire from before was aroused, and she asked: "What the hell, who is this Zhang Houde?"
He Qidao: "Are you awesome? Do I have to know him?"
Zhang Houde suddenly became furious. He held his head high and said in a bad tone: "You have already given way, why are you still blocking me?"
Qian Xuan got off the car at the entrance of the alley and asked firmly: "Are you really going?"
"They scolded me before, but I endured it. As you know, I got more scoldings in return. Persimmons only pick soft ones, and tigers don't show off their power. They treated me as a sick cat and ignored me. He scolded me.
I'm going to scold you today. If you don't know how to write classical Chinese, then you won't write. I'll scold you with my mouth."
He Qi stared: "Who is Lin Qinnan?"
Qian Xuandao: "Okay, let me make it clear to you. Yucai and I went to the Shanghai Stock Exchange and talked with Cheng Zhongpu. He also very much agreed with the vernacular and proposed that we write articles in the vernacular and mail them to him and publish them.
In "New Youth", the two of us were worrying about how to write in vernacular. By coincidence, your "Statement" came out, and then Zhang Houde immediately came to scold you. Do you think he really scolded you?
Don’t you know etiquette? In their eyes, classical Chinese is noble and vernacular is vulgar, so those who use vernacular are naturally also vulgar. You are so angry today and want to scold you, should you use vernacular or classical Chinese? You don’t know classical Chinese. Use vernacular.
He will continue to scold you with this. Not only will he scold you, but a large group of people behind him will come to scold you, including Lin Qinnan, Li Qinnan, and Zhang Qinnan. What will you do then?"
Qian Xuan frowned: "Hey, think about it, we usually blame them, but when it's your turn, we have already blamed you twice. You scolded them and there's nothing you can do about them. This is something to be happy about."
Qian Xuan chuckled: "Zhang Houde likes opera. He likes to hum a few words at home when he has nothing to do. Everyone who lives in this alley knows it. I know he lives here, but I really don't know which one."
"Coming!"
Anyway, when the conversation started, when He Qiniu got angry and insisted on going, Qian Xuan didn't stop him. When he left the alley, Lao Wu's car was already waiting. Qian Xuan got on another rickshaw and looked for Zhang Houde.
And go.
He Qi was condescending and said angrily: "Zhang Houde?"
Zhang Houde said subconsciously: "That's right for you. I wonder what you want?"
"That's right, I'm blocking your Zhang Houde's path." Before Zhang Houde could speak, He Qi started to curse: "You are kind but don't carry the goods, and you don't live up to your name. You should be called Zhang Quede."