Zheng Ping looked at the letter written by Xu Shaoweng and was very sad, "I didn't expect that when we met again, we were going to part ways, alas..."
The letter said that Xu Shaoweng left in a hurry due to official business and did not have time to say goodbye in person, so he wrote to inform him. Because the place to go is poor mountains and bad waters, and I don't know if we can still communicate in the future, please take care of Zheng Ping's family.
"I didn't have time to say goodbye in person." Zheng Ping regretted it.
"Auntie, we will meet you in the future." Yun Yan pretended to be like that, as if Xu Shaoweng was really leaving for business, "Although brother A Shao is gone, he reminded me that you If you are interested, we can look for the lost old friend of Salesianzhuang."
Zheng Ping laughed and said, "So many years have passed, and the child who was adopted back then won't keep their address, so where can they find it?"
"A lot of children in those days can already remember things, and now they have grown up, and they will no longer be restricted by their adoptive parents from looking for their former partners," Yun Yan replied, "and those who worked with you in the past. , I can put a missing person notice in the Tokyo Daily News."
Zheng Ping said hesitantly, "Is this... can it be done?"
Newspapers are still new at this time, and many people have not yet realized the difference between them and Dibao, and have not developed many new functions.
Yun Yanhui is different. He grew up in the era of information explosion, and he is still engaged in the media industry, so he cannot be more familiar with various application methods.
"Why not, we spend money, what else does the Tokyo Daily care about us? As long as we don't break the law, it's fine." Yun Yanhui immediately took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, picked up the pen and wrote, while writing and reciting, "Look, The relatives in the Kindergarten run by Hu Shanren in Qili Township…”
Does Xu Shaoweng expect Zheng Ping to be affected? Let's die. Zheng Ping raised too many children in those days. After Xu Shaoweng left, Yun Yan could find ten. No matter how deep the relationship between Xu Shaoweng and Zheng Ping is, it is unlikely that they will be equal to one hundred.
Zheng Ping was a little excited. The advertising fees of the Tokyo Daily were getting more and more expensive, but she had no problem with Yun Yanhui spending so much money.
Over the years, Zheng Ping has been brainwashed by Yun Yanhui, and spending money is the driving force for making money. And over the years, the more their family spends, the more they earn, and even their friends and partners earn more and more.
Although life in the Salesian Village was hard, at that time, Zheng Ping spent every day thinking about her husband who had never heard of her. It was the colleagues and children of Salesianzhuang who made her less painful.
At that time, they were disbanded in a hurry, and many people gradually lost contact. At that time, Zheng Ping still concealed her clan, and she lived in Daxiangguo Temple for many years, and she never met again.
Now that Yunyan replied that there was a chance to find it, Zheng Ping was naturally very happy.
After Yun Yan finished writing, she dried the ink, "Send it back to the Tokyo Daily, ask them to polish it again, and then send it out."
Recently, because of the publication of public service advertisements, the imperial court has paid for it, and the "Tokyo Daily" has been published in a wider range.
At this time, Fu Yunfeng came back.
When he saw what Yun Yanhui was writing, he asked casually, "What did Brother Yan write?"
"Missing person notice." Zheng Ping was overjoyed and explained this to Fu Yunfeng.
When Fu Yunfeng heard this, he sat next to Yun Yanhui with great interest, "When I was practicing martial arts, there was a good brother who was born and died. Later, his family moved, and we gradually lost contact. As you said, I If a piece of news is published in the "Tokyo Daily", is there any hope that he will see it?"
"Logically speaking, there is some hope. If the image and information of this person are written down, even if he can't see it himself, it is possible for him to know people." Yun Yan explained back, "Our "Tokyo Daily" now The influence is quite big, if you think about it, people abroad are watching..."
How could Fu Yunfeng listen to the theory behind him, he sat down a little, and said cheerfully, "Then help me write a notice of missing people, by the way, since you can find people, can you still find things?"
Fu Yunfeng is quite able to draw inferences from others.
Yun Yan nodded back, "Yeah." "Tokyo Daily" advertising is expensive, it is estimated that their family plays like this.
Fu Yunfeng: "Ah, I used to eat a kind of rice cake near my home when I was a child, it was very delicious, but then the hawker stopped coming, I don't remember the signboard, it seems that there is no signboard, only the hawker's surname is Fan, dozens of It's been years and I haven't found it again..."
Yunyan replied: "..."
Zheng Ping: "..."
Seeing that Fu Yunfeng was really fond of Fan's rice cakes, Yun Yanhui still wrote a notice for him.
Seeing that Zheng Ping's attention was diverted, Yun Yan returned triumphantly. That afternoon, she strolled to the "Tokyo Daily", handed them an advertisement, and asked them to go to the front row and send it out as soon as possible.
The editor of the "Tokyo Daily" wanted to see the poster looking for rice cakes, and almost spit it out, "Sir, if you have money, you spend it like this?"
When the people next to him heard it, they wanted to know what the hell Yun Yanhui was up to, and they all looked at it, and they almost sprayed.
"What? Looking for childhood treats?"
"Fan's Rice Cake... What kind of delicacy is this?"
"Isn't it just street food? This is also in the newspaper?"
For the editors, their newspapers are still relatively tall, and it feels strange to publish such a boring announcement.
Someone shook his head and said, "Mr. Yun is supporting us. You see, I gave a birthday greeting to a newspaper before..."
"That is, maybe this will be of great use in the future?"
At this time, the editor at the beginning turned to the tracing notice at the back, and Yun Yanhui added some descriptions of Zheng Ping in it, which was very sincere. After asking the editor to read it, he immediately felt a different feeling.
They still don't quite understand the feeling of looking for a childhood food, but in this era of communication difficulties and inconvenient transportation, who has few relatives and friends who have lost contact. At first, the idea was a little hazy, but all of a sudden it became clear.
If you lose something, you can still post notices all over the city, and if you lose contact, can you post notices all over the country
But it can be posted on the newspaper, which is also seen by people in almost every state capital. This idea is rather novel. In a blink of an eye, the words of the previous editor were confirmed.
Compared with advertising, this kind of notice is a more personal role, but its influence, if exerted, is absolutely no less than commercial advertising in this era.
Yun Yanhui seldom participates in the operation of the "Tokyo Daily" now, and hopes that they will develop by themselves, but now that he uses the "Tokyo Daily" behavior, everyone can quickly discover the role and potential, which also shows that they are becoming more and more skilled.
After handing over the manuscript and the money, Yun Yan waved her sleeves back, without taking away a cloud or leaving a word of discussion.
…
A few days later, the "Tokyo Daily" published three notices, which caused a lot of heated discussions.
It's not that the content is so touching, but that many people think of their relatives and friends. If you spend a lot of money and can reconnect, many people are still willing.
Therefore, for a while, it was Yun Yan's behavior to comfort his mother, and many people began to stare at the results, and even wrote to the "Tokyo Daily", asking them to follow up the report and confirm whether the method of locating people in the newspaper was effective.
The editors of the "Tokyo Daily" couldn't help laughing and laughing. The announcement was posted as an advertisement, not news, so they still had to track the results
However, with more and more responses, they realized its role, and naturally they would send reporters to follow this news.
Yun Yan went home. On this day, he welcomed a strange guest.
Yun Yanhui left a contact address on the notice, and when he saw a middle-aged man approaching him, he thought to himself, who is this? Could it be A Niang's colleague? But he seems to have no memory of this person.
Yun Yan replied, "Are you...?"
Seeing Yun Yan returning, the man wiped his sweat and said in a sullen voice, "Is this Fu Yunfeng's house?"
"That's right," Yun Yan replied with joy, "Are you Uncle Fu's old friend?"
The other party shook his head, "No."
Yun Yan was stunned for a moment and almost vomited blood.
Feelings, the first thing I found was... rice cakes
"Then are you the descendant of Fan's Rice Cake?" According to his age, this person should not be the owner of Fan's Rice Cake, so Yun Yan asked politely.
The man nodded, "That's right, my ancestors sold rice cakes for three generations and never had a name, but his surname is Fan, and it makes sense to call him Fan's rice cakes—I came here from the notice in the Tokyo Daily News. "
"Please come in and talk!" Yun Yan responded with joy and invited the man in.
Because it wanted to track and report this news, the "Tokyo Daily" dispatched Li Zeyun, who was familiar with Yun Yanhui, and stayed at his house for the past few days, in order to witness the scene as soon as possible.
Li Zeyun heard that someone was looking for it, and came out happily, but when he heard that it was a successor of rice cakes, he scratched his head and was a little disappointed.
He was looking for the result of the search. Although half of this was also part of the search, he always felt that writing such news was not moving enough. For something to eat... So, Li Zeyun just sat on the side and listened casually.
Fu Yunfeng was still in the martial arts hall. After listening to the message, he rushed back immediately and was very excited.
The man called himself Fan Ming, and his grandfather, Fan Erlang, was the vendor who sold rice cakes near Fu Yunfeng's house.
"Sorry, I'm two days late, but we actually saw the search notice two days earlier." Fan Ming took out a cloth bag from his bag and opened it, revealing a pale yellow, bland and unremarkable inside. rice cakes.
"A Weng set up a stall selling rice cakes to support a family of four. However, neither my father nor my uncle inherited the family's 'business', but worked outside the home. Because of all the years of hard work, A Weng was in his fifties and would not Stall again."
Fan Ming glanced at Fu Yunfeng, "A Weng is over ninety years old, and he often talks about selling rice cakes with his family since he was a child. A Weng's A Weng sells rice cakes. It's just, far inferior to his ancestors, and none of our descendants can make rice cakes."
Hearing this, everyone lost their minds for a moment.
Fan Ming continued: "After we read the newspaper to A Weng, A Weng was very happy. He turned the old guy out, prepared it himself, and made a rice cake. He wanted to come in person, but it was inconvenient to travel around, so After the rice cakes were out of the pot, I hurried to deliver them, and gave him a message for the old customers: Thank you for always remembering my rice cakes."
After Fan Ming said this, Fu Yunfeng couldn't help but burst into tears.
The people present were also unmoved. When I first heard it, I didn't think it was very strange. Fan Ming was not good at words, and his words were very bland. He didn't even have a word to describe how his Aon was feeling and how he made this rice cake with difficulty in his old age.
However, it was this kind of plain, plain and indifferent, but it moved everyone inexplicably. Even though he hadn't heard it, he felt that Fan Weng's words were in his ears, and there was that innocent heart that made people see the extraordinary in the ordinary.
Fu Yunfeng didn't think that Fan's rice cake had no heir, and it was not particularly famous. No wonder he never found it again.
But Fu Yunfeng didn't even think that the uncle whose face was blurred in his memory was also sincerely grateful that someone was liking his food.
Fu Yunfeng picked up a piece of rice cake that had been cold, and the entrance had a natural fragrance and sweetness. Although it was cold, it was still the sweet taste of childhood.
At this point, Fu Yunfeng couldn't help choking and said, "Thank you... Lingzu, please trouble him."
"It's okay, Jiaweng is very happy. You eat it, and the taste is still the same as before, right? Jiazu has always worried that when he is old, the taste will be different." Fan Ming asked.
Fu Yunfeng nodded vigorously, "It's still the same taste, fragrant and sweet!"
Seeing Fan Ming's relieved look, Yun Yanhui was also quite emotional. When he turned his head, he was shocked to see that Li Zeyun was also tearful.
Li Zeyun turned his head to look at Yun Yan and said, "Wu... Sir, why am I actually moved."
"Silly boy," Yun Yan patted Li Zeyun's head back and said nonsense kindly, "because food is the most moving thing in the world."