Chapter 281 The conscience of worker brothers, the internal reference film of Huang Bao (3K)
Fang Yan then drove for another half an hour and sent Mr. Cheng back to the Huaxia Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
At this moment, the early external procedures have basically been completed.
All that's left is internal procedures, contacting and forming a team to recruit people, and that's what the person in charge, Mr. Cheng, does.
Fang Yan waited until the manpower was fully formed and came to hold a meeting with Mr. Cheng.
Fang Yan has finished what he has to do today, and now he's waiting for Mr. Cheng's notification.
Before Fang Yan left, he heard Mr. Cheng asking his assistant to start contacting people, and also asked for a space in the research institute for the editing team.
According to what he meant, go directly to the publishing house in the institute to find a place.
It is also convenient to find the person who compiled the "Chinese Pharmacopoeia" there.
Fang Yan doesn't have to worry about the specific things. Lao Cheng has arranged for people to take care of it. When the time comes, Fang Yan only needs to go over and discuss with them how to unify the information on the medicinal materials from both sides.
Of course, this all happened after the writing started. Now there is still a lot of preliminary preparation work for Mr. Cheng to worry about.
After it was done, he would ask Luo Huichun to inform Fang Yan.
Mr. Cheng then asked Fang Yan to go home and wait for news, saying that he would get it all done in about two or three days, which would be next Monday.
Fang Yan readily agreed and then left the institute on his motorcycle.
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Today is the day when the front yard house is completed, and Fang Yan promised to treat the workers to a meal as a reward.
I bought the ingredients yesterday, so I just cook today.
When we returned to the courtyard, the final cleaning work was still being done in the front yard.
Fang Yan took a look and found that the work was really meticulous.
More detailed than I imagined.
This is more or less for the sake of the hot pot tonight.
When I got home, I found that my little brother hadn’t come back yet.
Fang Yan guessed that Director Chen kept him for dinner.
After all, if you sign up for such a project, you should eat as many meals as you should.
Fang Yan didn't care about him, he was an adult, and it was normal to have some social interactions on his own.
When Fang Yan started cooking the hot pot base for dinner, a strong and spicy aroma of butter wafted out.
This made all the puppies in the family eagerly run to the kitchen, circling around the dialect, drooling and screaming.
In addition to Sichuan peppercorns, chili butter, and star anise leaves and cinnamon, these Chinese medicinal spices picked up from Tongrentang in dialect are quite fragrant after the heat is stimulated.
Coyotito was so greedy that he couldn't get enough of it.
Fang Yan made them some lunch leftovers to eat. After eating, the two little things finally stopped barking. Fortunately, they couldn't bear to leave in the kitchen.
I don’t know whether I was attracted by the smell of spices or the smell of butter.
Fang Yan felt that he should take the time to educate these two little things. They should not be so greedy, otherwise they would be easily poisoned to death.
By the time the hotpot base is ready for the evening, it's almost time to get off work.
Family members came back one after another.
But Dad and the others haven't arrived yet.
When Fang Yan saw that the time was almost up, he didn't let the guests wait. He first moved a round table and set it up in the sitting room in the front yard.
A hot stove and an iron pot are what we have today.
Unlike the common copper pot shabu-shabu in the capital, Sichuan-style hot pot is not easy to eat in the capital. Sure enough, when Fang Yan brought it to the table, everyone looked curious and said they had never eaten it before.
Fang Yan took a piece of sliced meat and demonstrated.
Only then did everyone realize that it was similar to shabu-shabu in a copper pot, except that it was spicy and pockmarked. The dialect greeted everyone to sit down, and then brought out the good wine given by others.
People who do heavy work these days like to drink a few sips, and the worker brothers are no exception. They don't get such good wine on weekdays, and today Fang Yan's reception is really generous.
In fact, everyone was a little cautious at first, but after two glasses of wine, the feeling started to rise, and the voices suddenly became louder.
Fang Yan drank with them for a while, and then his father and father-in-law arrived home.
Fang Yan returned to the main courtyard, invited his wife and children to join him, and opened a table for the family.
The fourth child hadn't come back yet, so he probably had eaten out. Fang Yan told the family not to wait and let them eat. If the fourth child really didn't eat when he came back in the evening, a pot of small food was left for him.
I rarely see Sichuan food with such a strong flavor at home, so everyone ate it with novelty.
Dialect reduces the chilli and Sichuan peppercorns in it, but my family doesn't find it very spicy.
Even the tough-talking father-in-law said that it lacked a bit of flavor and was not as spicy as the hot pot he had at the Sichuan Restaurant at No. 51 Xirongxian Hutong.
Hearing this, Fang Yan immediately gave him a thumbs up.
However, it may be that the chili bought by Fangyan is not spicy, but my father-in-law still said that it is not satisfying.
In the end, the dialect can only mean next time. There are many Sichuan people in the capital, so they should be able to find peppers that suit their taste.
It can be seen from this that the father-in-law is indeed a gourmet, and he can tell when the food is not authentic at all.
The way Fang Yan was able to get his approval before was all due to hard power.
However, other people in the family felt that the spiciness was quite suitable. Next time they want to eat spicy hot pot, I suggest that they give Professor Zhu a separate table.
Professor Zhu was offended by these words and repeatedly shouted that they did not understand food.
After feeding the family, Fang Yan brought two more bottles of wine to the front yard. By now, all the worker brothers had almost finished drinking. When they saw Fang Yan, they brought more wine, and each of them said they wouldn’t drink any more. Can't go back.
Dialect doesn’t encourage people to drink, so everyone eats without drinking.
There wasn't enough vegetables and meat, he still had more in the kitchen.
Everyone agreed and praised the dialect.
After doing so much work, they only encountered a few people who entertained them.
And Fangyan’s restaurant is the best they have.
Then Fang Yan added another dish to everyone. They all work hard and have a big appetite. If there is less oil and water in their stomachs, they will eat more.
Today's butter hot pot meal is absolutely full of oil and water. Regardless of whether it is a meat dish or a vegetarian dish, the bottom of the butter pot will be covered with oil and water when you take one bite.
This meal lasted for almost two hours, from early five o'clock to seven o'clock. After eating, Fang Yan sent the workers out the door.
At this time, my wife and I, who had already finished eating in the main hall, came over to help clean up the scene.
While cleaning up my mother, she said:
"This meal is really worth it. I just looked at all three rooms and they were so meticulously cleaned. Even our hosts are probably not as meticulous as they are."
"The house in our hospital was repaired before, but it was not as clean as our house. We had to send someone to do secondary cleaning."
"Look at what they did today. After a whole day, it's even cleaner than the second cleaning."
Fang Yan also lamented that people these days can still compare their feelings with each other.
If future generations were as easy to talk to as him, they would probably have a lot of problems.
In my previous life, I heard people often say on the Internet that you should not be too nice to the decorators during decoration. They would really get into trouble with you.
Only by not treating them as human beings can they treat you as human beings.
Otherwise, water leaks, hollow bulges, falling tiles, and all kinds of things you have never seen before can be seen in your home.
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Dialect can only say that once the morals are bad, people's hearts will not be as old as they used to be.
People these days are more simple, and the worker brothers still have a conscience.
After finishing cleaning up here, Fang Yan took a look and planned to go look at the furniture tomorrow.
At that time, all three rooms here will be decorated.
"Daughter-in-law, do you think we are buying antiques here or buying new ones?" Fang Yan asked Zhu Lin who was boiling face wash.
Zhu Lin responded:
"It took a lot of effort to get a set last time, but this time it will be difficult to get three rooms."
When Fang Yan heard this, he knew that the queen's subtext had already come out, and she was also leaning towards antiques. In fact, Fang Yan was the same. During this period, you can make money by buying antiques, so it doesn't matter if you spend a little effort.
Fang Yan responded to the Queen:
"I'll go and inquire first, but I may not be able to buy the same style."
The queen smiled and said:
"There is no need to pursue three sets of the same one. One room with one style is fine."
At this time, the old lady on the side asked Fang Yan:
"By the way, when is dialect now?"
Fang Yan took out his watch from his trouser pocket and took a look:
"It's almost eight o'clock."
I asked:
"Your brother hasn't come back yet. Is he okay?"
It wasn't long after dark at this time, and it wasn't actually too late. Dialect said:
"It should be fine. I'm an adult now, not a child. I'll probably be back in a while."
I thought about it for a while and said the same thing, so I didn't say anything more.
After finishing the work in the kitchen, Fang Yan went to the study room to play with the typewriter he got today after washing himself.
Although at the research institute, Mr. Cheng said that there will be typewriters and typists when the time comes.
But it doesn’t prevent Dialect from understanding this stuff and adding support to the system.
The type plate contains 2,500 commonly used characters, and there are two boxes of spare characters totaling 1,500 characters in the drawer under the machine.
It took Fangyan half an hour for the system to be supported.
Then you can type quickly and skillfully.
He took a piece of paper and put it on the roller, and started typing in dialect.
Write a "preface" first.
Fang Yan glanced at the time on his watch, then recalled it briefly, and then started typing quickly:
The processing of traditional Chinese medicine is a pharmaceutical technology based on the theory of traditional Chinese medicine, different requirements for medical treatment, dispensing, and preparation, as well as the properties of the medicinal materials themselves...
The selected words were hit on the paper with a "crack" sound, and then the roller was moved to the next frame with a "crack" sound, and each word was tapped on the paper. It seemed that there was some problem with the layout, and each word overlapped, but Fang Yan did not stop to adjust, but continued to fight.
It'll be over in a minute.
Fang Yan stopped typing and checked the number of words, which was exactly eighty.
If you add punctuation, there will be more than a hundred words, and the dialect is unknown. The standard of one hundred words for an excellent typist does not include punctuation.
If it is not included, then the dialect is really submissive.
That's a speed that's even better than my own plug-in blessing.
At this moment, the door of Fangyan's study room was knocked, and then he heard my mother's voice saying outside:
"Fang Yan, it's almost nine o'clock and your brother hasn't come back yet. Why don't you call and ask?"
Fang Yan glanced at his watch and found that it was true. He didn't know what the fourth child was doing. He stood up and responded:
"Okay, I'll borrow the phone from Director Feng."
"Don't worry, Mom, I'm probably drunk."
Speaking in dialect, he opened the door and walked out. After appeasing his mother, he quickly went out and found the home of Director Feng of the Subdistrict Office. After explaining the matter, he and Director Feng returned to the Subdistrict Office.
A call from Fang Yan was placed on Chen Huaikai's home landline, and the call was connected shortly after.
The person who answered the phone was Chen Huaikai's wife. After Fang Yan inquired, she told Fang Yan that Fang Chen was going to Beijing Film Studio to watch internal reference films at the moment, and Chen Kaige would send them back to him later.
After hearing this, Fang Yan agreed and hung up the phone.
As soon as he heard the internal reference film, he knew what was going on.
The so-called internal reference film is a kind of specially supplied film.
People with ordinary status cannot see it, usually only leading cadres, military compounds, film studios, and literary and artistic units have resources.
Most of the contents shown are pornographic art films obtained from abroad and cannot be released to the public.
In addition, there are also some popular music, such as rock, jazz, and Teresa Teng, which are regarded as scourges and cannot see the light of day.
Ordinary people could only come into contact with it in the 1990s, but people have come into contact with it as early as now, and most young people who have access to it have taken it for granted. This is due to different family starting points.
Fang Yan had seen a lot in the Internet era in his previous life, but he didn't feel much about it, but Lao Si, an educated youth who had just returned from the Northeast, was probably going to be shocked when he went to Sankan tonight.
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