Where is this? Jin Huabin woke up and felt a split headache and looked around. The light in the house was very dark, and the shadows showed a hand-painted abstract painting hanging on the wall, which looked like an oil painting, but the freehand painting technique in Chinese literati paintings was used in the middle, but the brushwork was relatively unfamiliar, like a student's work. The style of the painting was a bit like his own hand, and the style of the bedroom was a bit like his own. The quilt was exactly the same as the sheet and the bedroom was, but a combing table next to it showed that this was a girl's bedroom, although there were not many cosmetics on the table. Jin Huabin only remembered drinking with Zhang Guifang's father under the big camphor tree, and what happened later was broken. He knocked his head hard from his hand, dang, dang... A few bells rang, he was busy fumbled and called the bedside lamp to see, oh, dang, dang, dang, dang... A few bells rang. He was busy fumbled and called the bedside lamp. Oh no, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang...

It was already nine o'clock in the morning, and I was late for work. I was busy getting up to dress. When I saw that the clothes were well worn on my body. The BB machine on my waist vibrated again, and I opened it in a hurry. There were more than twenty pagers, all of which were phone calls from my home. Jin Huabin has been a good son since he was a child and rarely stayed outside all night without replying. Suddenly such a situation occurred, it was inevitable that his parents were worried. He adjusted his thoughts. It must have been because he got drunk last night and somehow slept in Zhang Guifang's bed. I asked my family for peace first, and then rushed to the unit immediately. It was better to be late than absent from work. Jin Huabin pushed open the bedroom door and came to the living room. He saw that Zhang Guifang had already served breakfast and greeted him with a smile: "You were drunk yesterday, so I could only carry you to my room and sleep for one night."

The first time I went to bed, I slept at the woman's house, and she saw her drunken ugly appearance. Jin Huabin drank a bowl of porridge and didn't dare to raise his head. After saying goodbye, he hurried to the cultural station.

The cultural station is only busy around holidays. It is so idle when you work. Jinhuabin is in charge of the archives room. On weekdays, few people come to borrow. When you are nearly two hours late, no colleague notices it. But no one finds it. The clock in at the door still shows the time. Every time someone comes in, he will click a hole at the corresponding time point of the attendance card made of hard paper, indicating that you are late and you will not deduct your salary if you have to sign the leader.

Webmaster Yang is a middle-aged woman. Like most units, she is just gossiping in her spare time. She has to find some interesting things to pass the time, right? What's more, she is very familiar with Jin Huabin's mother. She has introduced her girlfriend to Jin Huabin before. When his mother posted a message from her son when there was no news, she just called her to ask if her son worked in the unit. When she saw Jin Huabin coming in, she seemed to find a new world and asked about the blind date yesterday with great enthusiasm.

As soon as I said last night, the more I was going to be, it would be the darker it would be, and it might be the most gossip news in the unit this year. Yesterday, Master Wu said that his craft was passed down from Zhang Zongzu, and this name seemed to have been seen in the county archival. Jin Huabin blushed and staggered the topic: "After the blind date yesterday, I discovered a good social research topic. In order to track it, I didn't come back. Do you know what it is?"

Cultural stations are like nursing homes. Although they eat imperial grain, they have no sense of existence at the government level. Webmaster Yang's heart is also full of crisis. After hearing what he said, he really became interested and said, "What new continent has you discovered? Let me tell me?"

"Isn't the county government engaged in tourism? Travel requires stories and cultural bonuses. Yesterday, I met a stonemason who specializes in carving stone windows. He was the descendant of Zhang Zongzu. If you dig it out, there may be some materials to add points to our cultural station." Jin Huabin said while writing Zhang Zongzu's name.

Webmaster Yang has two brushes, and is well-informed and remembered. He is known as the encyclopedia of Xianju. When he heard the three words Zhang Zongzu, he immediately responded and said: "I know this person, he was a stone carving master from the Qing Dynasty. Born in 1849, his name is Mengzhe, a native of Shicangao. He has loved stone carving since he was a child. The stone windows he made have strong three-dimensional sense, smooth lines, and softness. Especially the four dragon stone pillars of the City God Temple next to the pavilion he carved, with dragon beards and eyebrows, with clear scales and claws, raised their heads and tails, opened their mouths and held pearls, and were about to come out. They were about to come out, with a typical oriental art style. It is said that the pillars of our cultural station were carved by him." After saying that, he pointed to the two pillars next to the door hall in the distance.

Jin Huabin nodded and praised: "Website Manager Yang has a good memory, and even his eight-pole can't catch up."

Webmaster Yang was overjoyed after hearing this and said, "You can follow this material first to see if it is worth digging. You can go to the archives room to collect information. At the same time, visit the folk to see if there are any legendary stories or something. A few words from the county annals are not very helpful to travel. Young people will eventually look at you."

Jin Huabin followed, saying: "The beautiful lies of our predecessors have been passed down for a hundred years and have become today's myths. We will also be the predecessors in the eyes of future generations. Is this what it means? Webmaster Yang?"

"You can teach me, you can do it yourself." After wrinkling the ancient text, webmaster Yang wrinkled, he followed him to the information room to pick up the Guangxu version of the county annals and carefully searched for it.

The most vivid carving of Zhang Zongzu is all kinds of dragons. In Xianju City, there are many myths related to dragons. In the scenery, there are stone dragons on the edge of the county town and dragon mother rocks on Hengxi. Find some old people who make stone carvings and ask if there are any allusions like Gu Qi's painting of dragons and sunshine. Can't we add a mythical color to the stone window craft? The ancestor was originally a god in the minds of his disciples.

There are old artists who carved stone windows in the state-owned art carving factory where my father is. Maybe there is a story about Zhang Zongzu among them. Jin Huabin asked the stationmaster Yang for instructions and then went to the stone carving workshop outside the east gate. My father’s colleague, Master Zhou, was the story of the art carving factory. You might as well find him to find some materials.

The business of the state-owned factory is not good. If you do the same business, there are too many rules and regulations. At the Canton Fair, the contract was snatched away by private companies. Because there was no work, everyone was surrounding Master Zhou and listening to him chatting about the mountains. When Jinhuabin mentioned it, Master Zhou felt excited and took a sip of tea and said, "Young man, I'll find the right person to find me. Let me tell you the story of Master Zhang Zongzu. More than a hundred years ago, one day, during the typhoon season, the strong wind and heavy rain fell.

The mountain torrent suddenly broke out, and the water in Yong'an River surged. Some of the cargo ships driving in the stream were washed away by the heavy water, and some were blown by the strong wind, drifting quickly to the stream. A gust of wind came, and the ferry was blown over. More than 30 passengers fell into the water like dumplings, shouting for help. The situation was extremely critical. Do you know what strange things happened at this time?" At the critical moment, Master Zhou bought a close call and stopped.

"What's the matter? Master Zhang Zongzu happened to pass by on a boat and rescued them all?" a young man guessed.

"How come this is a strange thing? You guess again." After that, Master Zhou picked up the teacup and looked at everyone with a smile.
Chapter completed!