After that, my dad no longer forced Zhou Zhi to take a nap.

However, at home, I soon added another "Complete Tang Poems".

Therefore, when Zhou Zhi used knowledge as an excuse to study Xiaoxiaosheng's works, my father still gave evidence and we were realistic.

So Zhou Zhi explained his reading experience to his father, believing that although the book is about the stories of the Song Dynasty, its social background and structure are from the Ming Dynasty, and he also cited many examples of officials, titles and customs.

There are also several dialects in the book, such as "Ye Le" and "Ye Can't Be Falling" and are still perfectly preserved in the current Jiachuan dialect.

This not only proves that the Jiachuan dialect is a northern language family, but also proves that it greatly retains traces of ancient languages. The specific evidence is exactly in this book.

Therefore, Xiaoxiaosheng's works are a proof that the Jiachuan dialect is a living fossil of the ancient northern language.

Although Cantonese is also a living fossil, Cantonese is highly influenced by southern dialects, and it is not necessarily the original appearance of the ancient language.

In any case, Jiachuan dialect should have an important position, but it remains to be verified in which stage of the "intermediate product" that belongs to the change from Southwest Mandarin to modern dialects.

These things are questions my father had never thought about when he was reading the original version of Xiaoxiaosheng. He was very happy and asked Zhou Zhi to organize an article.

This allowed Zhou Zhi to escape the death disaster.

At that time, Zhou Zhi was smiling in his heart. This is how his father was. His enlightened thoughts were the broadening horizons brought to him by reading, not from his own agility.

Can’t I think about the problem that Jiachuan dialect is an ancient language fossil while watching exciting content? Tell!

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhi couldn't help but smile.

Because he suddenly thought of something again, right! Didn’t he find the button to solve the problem?

In another time and space, during the summer vacation of the second year of high school, Zhou Zhi once did something, which was to write an article, contribute to "Bashu Literature", and was published.

The work of a young man in his second year in high school was published in the province's most authoritative literary journal. This incident also caused a small sensation in Jiachuan County that year. Manzhou TV and Shudu Daily also conducted small news interviews at that time.

In fact, Zhou Zhi was just trying to make some pitiful pocket money through this method.

The Zhou family is not accustomed to their children. Zhou Zhi’s pocket money basically comes from the dinner table during the holidays and is searched for it from the “working and material contracting” money given by Su Xiuqin.

Therefore, the royalties really nourished Zhou Zhi for a long time.

And now, the role this article can play in Zhouzhi’s plan must be much greater than that at that time.

The influence of public opinion.

Today's public opinion influence can only be considered a new beginning compared to the click rankings of later Toutiao.

But it does not mean that it is not powerful. Just by judging by the fact that the rumor of the wind in Jiachuan can spread throughout the city in one night, the influence of public opinion can also be used.

Shudu Daily and Manzhou TV are at the provincial and municipal levels. If they are operated in time and blown to the Jiachuan political arena, it is like a cyclone from the Pacific Ocean arrives in the deep inland Shuchuan Basin. Even if there is only a slight impact, it can bring a light rain.

What's more, with your current writing skills and the materials you have mastered, why bother sticking to an essay? It can make this trend bigger!

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The wound was well recovered. Three days later, after Uncle Xinhua's examination and approval, Zhou Zhi returned home to recuperate.

Zhou Zhijia is the dormitory of the sugar and wine company. Before the separation of sugar and wine and tobacco in 1984, the prosperous sugar and wine company built the first seven-story residential building on Jiachuan for employees, which was the best house of that year.

When digging the foundation, I also dug a magnetic kiln, which was filled with bottles, jars and copper coins. The cultural relics unit saw it and said it was of no value. The bottles, jars and copper coins were all taken to play by the children of the sugar and wine company.

In the 1990s, the house was very bad because it was close to the three-story high wall of Industrial and Commercial Bank next door, and the light was darker than the three-story dormitory building.

Unfortunately, my father adhered to his usual style and chose the second floor at that time.

The building has been renovated twice. The living room where the earliest building entered was very small, and the kitchen next to it was very large, because there was a large stove, like burning firewood that people in later generations could not believe.

There are only two units in the building. The residents of each unit share a flue. There is a large iron pot on the stove, and there is a cement water tank next to it. There is a cupboard on the top of the water tank. It is similar to the kitchen layout of Wu's rural home.

The stairway in front comes up, and there is also a large balcony opened on each floor. It is a two-unit family. You can also dry clothes and do housework on the balcony while chatting.

Later, natural gas was opened and another addition was made on both sides of the building. Each house had a small kitchen and a small shower room at the corner at the end of the balcony. Of course, it was not available.

So each family demolished it and combined the old kitchen and the small living room into a larger living room. The long balcony outside was also separated by wooden doors and stairs, turning it into a private balcony of each family.

Later, the cement floor turned into small tiled floors, the walls turned into white latex, and the light bulbs turned into sunlight pipes. The dormitory buildings that used to be lively and did not neglect the portals became small households.

Zhou Zhi’s family has more than 70 square meters, and the newly added kitchen and bathroom can be considered more than 80, three bedrooms, two larger ones with large beds, desks, wardrobes, one for parents, and one for third sister and grandmother.

Zhou Zhi himself lives alone at the smallest room.

Unlike other house walls, Zhou Zhijia’s walls are similar to those in the hospital ward. They are white on the top and green on the bottom, but there is a red road in the middle.

Because my grandmother has difficulty walking with her legs and feet, she has to support her wall. Over the years, a mark left by a palm fumbled out on the wall at the height of Hongdao.

There was a nice word in later generations - patina.

With such simple decoration, this problem can be avoided and the paint can be repainted every two years.

When I opened the yellow painted wooden door on the balcony, I couldn't help but sigh.

When I just came back, the uncles and aunts in the store and office of the sugar and wine company in front of the dormitory came over to care and greet me. Although the house moved bigger and bigger, this kind of favor became increasingly weaker.

Uncle Yu’s house downstairs plays Zhou Zhi’s familiar crosstalk “Escape from the Tiger’s Mouth”. His daughter is a household of ten thousand yuan and has audio and vinyl records at home.

The unit is in the shape of U-shaped. The small patio and building below form a natural power amplifier. Once it is released, you can hear it all over the building.

Without disturbing the public, everyone is happy to listen.

The second floor of Zhou Zhi’s family heard the most clearly that Zhou Zhi could memorize the crosstalks.

There is a small dining table at the end of the balcony, where my grandmother is sitting, making a girl-red girl in the rare winter sunshine of Jiachuan.

There was a small basket on the small table, which contained a bunch of thread, yellow wax, awls, and various fabric heads of fabrics found by my mother from her best friend, Daniel Zhao, tailor's shop.

Grandma would cut the rag heads into strips of cloth, stick them with paste to the insole sample cut out of paper, and then sew them into pairs of beautiful insoles with thick lines.

Every time someone comes to the house, my grandmother will take out a bunch of insoles to ask the guests to pick out the right foot size and take two pairs away.

Grandma will use a slightly larger rag to match the apron and cushion.

The best cloth head will be kept. On the Dragon Boat Festival, I will find cotton and spices, make cloth monkeys for Zhou Zhi, make sachets for my third sister, and five poisons veils.

Grandma has several picture books that she wanted to go from Zhou Zhi, which are all embroidered by herself, and some are very exquisite.

At the end of the balcony, it is also the end of the high wall of the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China next door. There is the best light there, so my grandmother is there to be a girl-red girl.

On the side of the small balcony, there were a few pots of flowers and a pigeon cage placed on the wall of someone else's bank.

Zhou Zhi nailed the pigeon cage by himself after looking for wood, but it is now empty.

Because Guan Tingting's family on the fourth floor later raised pigeons, her own pigeons discovered a higher habitat and simply defected.

Zhou Zhi gave those pigeons to Guan Tingting, but there was no way if they didn't give them, because those birds had no plans to come back at all.

When Zhou Zhi saw his grandmother, he couldn't help but burst into tears and suddenly burst into tears: "Grandma! I'm back!"

The last few years my grandmother had in the Zhouzhi family were the most rebellious years when the middle school boy was.

Grandma comes from the countryside and follows the old rules. When I was a child, Zhou Zhi would behave properly and say to his grandmother, "Grandma, I'm going to school." When he comes back, he would say, "Grandma, I'm back."

After high school, Zhou Zhi of the second year of middle school thought this was a feudal bad habit, so he stopped this rule.

Grandma asked Zhou Zhi one day: "Good grandson, you are not going to talk about the mess now?"

Zhou Zhi remembered that he was justified at that time: "Grandma! Those are bad habits, and now it is a new era, so I won't talk about them anymore!"

"Oh, it's not good, so we won't talk about it..."

Although my grandmother answered like this, the frustrated look on her face would often linger in Zhou Zhi's mind in the years to come, and became his endless regret.

"Grandma, I... am back."

"Have you been back?" Grandma looked at Zhou Zhi with heartache, and responded so naturally when Zhou Zhi was still in contact with her.

But this time I stood up.

"Don't cry, don't cry, isn't it still hurt?" Seeing Zhou Zhi's current appearance, my grandmother was a little anxious. She held the wall and used her once wrapped feet to hit Zhou Zhi little by little.

Zhou Zhi's wounds did not heal, and he was also unable to take big steps. Both of them were holding onto the wall and their postures were similar.

This scene was actually quite funny to the outsiders' eyes, but neither the grandparent nor the grandson noticed it, and walked towards each other with only a small step, holding the wall.

"Oh, mom, don't move." After thanking the driver of the unit who sent Zhou Zhi back, he came in with a basin and aquarius. He was frightened when he saw the grandparents and grandchildren.

No one can fall!

He quickly threw the thing away and ran to the other end to help his grandmother: "Didn't you keep telling you that it's okay? You see, you're back!"

"The doctor said that it will be fine if you keep it for a few days, it's okay."

"I still have to let Doctor Zhao come and see it." Grandma, with her mother's support, returned to the stool and sat down: "He came to see it and said it was okay, so that's safe."
Chapter completed!