Before Chen Muwu could speak, his eldest brother Chen Muqiao had already turned his elbow outward and spoke for Zhang Naiyan.
Fortunately, he was reasonable and did not agree directly for his little brother. Instead, he persuaded him in a persuasive way: "Brother, since you and I grew up eating water and rice from the Min River, it is only natural to give back to our family.
"Now that Brother Junmou has taken time out of his busy schedule to come to Humble House, you have skills in science and should contribute to the education of your hometown."
The five thousand years of farming civilization have left every Chinese with a strong sense of local sentiment. To use an idiom and allusion, this is called "Don't forget to be in Ju".
Chen Muqiao is such a person. Last year, the whole of Lijiang Province was hit by floods. He not only donated a sum of money, but also participated in the disaster relief committee, running around and doing things for his hometown.
Therefore, when he heard that someone was inviting his younger brother to return to his hometown to give lectures, he was naturally very happy and wanted to do his best to facilitate this.
Chen Muwu also sang along: "I will follow the teachings of my elder brother and am willing to follow Mr. Junmou back to his hometown to give lectures."
Liu Sanbian said: "Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times." Since Qian Liu, King Wusu of Wuyue and Yue in the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, Erjiang has been one of the most prosperous places in the country.
If you don't want to be a bastard if you have money, Chen Muwu is also happy to go back to his hometown to give lectures, because he doesn't have to consider the remuneration at all. If he is given less, the other party will feel embarrassed.
He began to think about whether there might be a girl from a wealthy family who not only fell in love with his handsome appearance, but was also deeply moved by his inner knowledge, and finally decided to marry him?
Of course, this was just a joke on his part. After all, the Xiongnu were not exterminated, so why should we take care of our family?
Chen Muwu is still young and does not have the kind of worldly desires, except for those who are very beautiful.
"Okay, okay, I'm very pleased that you have this attitude. Brother Junmou,..." Chen Muqiao praised his brother, then turned to look at Zhang Naiyan.
"Mr. Zheng."
It was polite for Chen Muqiao to call Zhang Naiyan brother Junmou, but it would be disrespectful for Zhang Naiyan to call Chen Muqiao brother Zhengxiang in turn.
After all, the age and status of the two are different, and they have to distinguish between old and young in terms of titles.
"Tomorrow my younger brother will go north for an appointment at Bei University. Now the New Year is approaching. How about waiting until after the New Year and then letting my younger brother go to his hometown to give lectures?"
"This is really the best! Then I would like to thank Mr. Zheng and Han Chen on behalf of the students in my hometown."
"You are Welcome."
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After sending away Zhang Naiyan, the uninvited guest, Chen Muwu only had one night left at home.
All his luggage was packed into a large suitcase, and he also brought a small briefcase, which contained several latest issues of "Saturday" and "Red Magazine" and other leisure books for convenience. He passed the time on the train.
In the early morning of the 16th, Chen Muwu had breakfast before leaving at home. Under Mrs. Chen's reluctant gaze, he boarded an Austin car sent by his second brother from the bank.
The eldest brother, who had not appeared all morning, finally arrived belatedly, carrying a furoshiki in his hand.
Chen Muqiao opened the car door, sat next to his brother, and shook the things in his hands: "I went to the market early in the morning to buy the fresh winter bamboo shoots that were just launched today. There are two portions in total, each portion is three kilograms, one portion. Send one to Youyu and one to Qimeng. Let’s go, let’s set off.”
Hu Shi sent another telegram a few days ago, asking Chen Muwu if he wanted to find a place for him to live.
Chen Muwu originally wanted to go to the famous Liuguo Hotel to have a look, but his elder brother rejected this idea.
It's not because of the terrifying room prices at the Liuguo Hotel, but because Chen Muqiao feels that it's the end of the year and my younger brother is traveling alone, so staying in a hotel is not as close as living at home.
So he sent a telegram to his old friends in Beijing, found a guest room for Chen Muwu to stay in for a while, and asked them to take good care of his little brother during his visit to Beijing.
In order to express his gratitude, Chen Muqiao went to the market early in the morning and bought winter bamboo shoots, a specialty of Jiangnan, for Chen Muwu to take with him to express his gratitude for others' help.
He knew very well that although a few kilograms of bamboo shoots were not expensive, for these old friends who had lived in Beijing for many years, winter bamboo shoots, which they had not tasted for a long time, were a panacea for relieving homesickness and were worth countless times more than gold.
In the car, the eldest brother took the trouble to remind Chen Muwu of various precautions for this long trip. After arriving at the North Station, he even walked him all the way to the platform.
At 7:35 in the morning, the whistle sounded on time, white smoke spewed from the chimney, the locomotive whirred, and the eleventh Shanghai-Beijing combined train left the platform.
The environment of the first-class carriage is very elegant, and the seats are very comfortable. The passengers inside are all dressed up and look like they are either rich or noble. They all seem to be used to taking the train. Those who should read books, and those who should read newspapers. Report, if you should flirt with your female partner, then flirt with your female partner.
In the entire carriage, there was only one person who showed discomfort with taking the train. This person was none other than Chen Muwu.
Although it was not his first time riding a train, it was his first time riding a train in the 1920s.
In the morning, sitting in his second brother's car with almost no shock absorption function and driving on the bumpy road had already given Chen Muwu quite a jolt.
Sitting on the train now, he would run over a rail joint every ten meters or so, which made him want to die.
Chen Muwu couldn't help but wonder if, after sitting like this for another day and night, he would directly find a bone-setter to help him piece together the broken bones in his body after arriving in Beijing.
In the original time and space, the Fuxing High-speed Railway could take passengers from Sihai to Beijing in just over four hours.
And now the same amount of time has passed, and the train Chen Muwu was riding has just passed Su San!
But there is one advantage: when the train stops, you can buy food on the platform.
For example, right now, he was enjoying a Lu Gao Jian sauce duck bought from the platform in his seat.
Chen Muwu didn't know whether it was the authentic Lu Gao Jian sauce duck, because it was just a side opinion of the vendor.
But he knew that the sauced duck was indeed delicious, and the delicious taste made him temporarily forget the pain of the journey.
Moreover, this sauce duck is of high quality and low price. Compared with those expensive microwave-heated instant lunch boxes on the high-speed rail, it is really a world of difference!
At 3:043 in the afternoon, after eight and a half hours of train running on the Shanghai-Nanjing Railway, it was rare that it arrived on time at the end of the train, the Xijing Station located in Xiaguan on the bank of the Yangtze River.
However, for Chen Muwu, his journey is only a quarter of the way.
After getting off the train here, he didn't have time to take a breath and rest for a while. He had to carry his luggage and rush to the bank of the Yangtze River without stopping, and take a ferry to Pu'er Station on the other side of the river to transfer to the Jinpu Line.
