Siheyuan: The Rebirth of the Silly Pillar in the 50s

Xu family.

Xu Damao stood close to the wall. He had been standing for more than half an hour.

Xu Wood smoked and drank tea and raised his hand to look at his watch, all in one movement.

He asked slowly: "Xu Damao, do you know why you are punished today?"

Xu Damao didn't say anything and didn't dare to move.

"Turn around! Talk!"

Xu Damao was so frightened that he turned around immediately, his eyes were red from crying, and he said aggrievedly: "Because I punctured Silly Zhu's tire..."

"idiot!"

Xu Wood stood up angrily and paced around the room.

"I beat you and punished you for standing still. You pig brain has not thought of the reason until now! How could a smart person like me, Xu Wood, have given birth to a waste like you? Idiot!"

Xu Damao was dumbfounded.

He looked up at Xu Wood in confusion.

"Let me tell you, the reason why I hit you and punish you is definitely not because you did something bad. It's because you did something bad without scaring me. I just scared you and asked you these two questions, and you would have done it. If you didn't If you don’t admit it even to death, our family won’t lose the 60 yuan!”

"Your dad was right."

Xu's mother nodded and agreed: "Da Mao, you are indeed at fault for today's matter. People can be bad but they cannot be stupid. It's okay to do bad things, but you can't admit it if you do bad things! Look, now our family has admitted it because of you. , 60 was lost in vain.”

Xu Damao was even more confused.

He looked at his parents in disbelief.

He vaguely felt that what his parents said was completely different from what was taught in school.

As a young boy, Xu Damao didn't know whether to listen to his teacher or his parents.

He could only stand there helplessly, with a confused look on his face.

Xu Wood saw that he still didn't have a deep understanding of what he said, so he increased his punishment.

"The 60 yuan will be deducted from your pocket money. Until the 60 yuan is deducted."

"Dad - my monthly pocket money is only 60 yuan... When will I be able to deduct [-] yuan!"

Xu Damao suddenly felt pain in his body.

Mainly because his last five thousand yuan of savings was spent on He Yuyu buying a card.

If Xu Wood were to be deducted like this again, wouldn't he be like the children born to those poor people in the compound?

He did not allow himself to fall into the poor camp.

So he mustered up the courage to protest.

But Xu Damao's protest was obviously ineffective.

Xu Wood snorted coldly and said: "You can't remember this truth if you don't do this. You have to remember that it's OK to do bad things, but don't admit it. Never, ever expose yourself."

Xu Damao knew that he could not change Xu Wood's decision.

But he also had Xu Wood's principles deeply engraved in his heart.

Because his "stupidity" cost him too much.

……

Jia Dongxu came to the supply and marketing cooperative with the five hundred yuan given by Jia Zhang.

As soon as you enter the supply and marketing cooperative, you will see several large glass display cabinets.

The red slogans on the walls contrast sharply with the green clothes worn by the sales staff.

The saleswomen were cracking melon seeds and chatting, not paying any attention to the arrival of customers.

Jia Dongxu became very nervous as soon as he entered a place where consumption was required.

He felt short of breath, at a loss what to do, and the five hundred yuan in his hand was about to be squeezed out of water.

He felt like he couldn't afford anything here.

Their family is really too poor.

Shopping at the supply and marketing cooperative is a luxury for him.

But now he came with the order of Jia Zhang, so he had to take a step forward and went to the tobacco and alcohol counter.

He plucked up the courage to ask the salesperson: "Excuse me, comrade, how much does the better wine here cost?"

"Moutai from the southwest, [-]."

Jia Dongxu was startled, his mouth was dry, and he stammered: "What about the one that's a little worse?"

"The high-end ones are 600 yuan, the mid-range ones are [-] yuan, and the worst ones are [-] yuan per bottle."

Jia Dongxu clutched the five hundred yuan in his hand tightly.

Only then did he realize that wine was something he couldn't afford.

So he turned his attention to the cigarettes on the counter, pointed to the front door and asked, "Where's this? How much does it cost?"

"800 packs."

"How about something cheaper?"

"Comrade, what exactly do you want to buy? I've been asking you here and there, but you're not here to cause trouble, are you?"

Jia Dongxu was stunned by the after-sales clerk's scolding.

He wanted to explain, but he couldn't open his mouth.

At this time, He Yuzhu came to buy wine and said hello when he saw Jia Dongxu.

"Come to buy something, Dongxu."

Jia Dongxu didn't respond.

He Yuzhu ignored him, pointed to the Erguotou on the counter and said, "Bring me a bottle of that. Yes, that's it."

"Comrade, thirty thousand yuan."

He Yuzhu calmly took out a few large bills and handed them over.

Jia Dongxu looked at the bills with wide eyes, and his face turned red.

He felt that the five hundred yuan in his hand was so embarrassing.

He just wanted to flee the scene in a hurry.

Of course he did.

He rushed out of the supply and marketing cooperative at a sprint speed of [-] meters.

It wasn't until he couldn't run anymore and looked back to see that the supply and marketing cooperative was far away from him that he bent over and took a breath.

"Dongxu!"

"I don't buy it, I don't buy it!"

When Jia Dongxu heard someone calling his name, he was so frightened that he responded randomly.

The man who called him laughed.

"What are you talking about..."

Jia Dongxu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was Big Monster Li.

Li Daguai lives at No. 94 Nanluogu Lane, which is next door to the courtyard house.

Both of his parents died, leaving him only a room in Sijiucheng.

He is a well-known street kid in Nanluogu Lane. He usually makes jokes and never does any good things but many bad things.

Because they have similar odors, Jia Dongxu and he are still familiar with each other.

"Nothing, nothing. Why are you here?"

Jia Dongxu greeted.

"Three are missing, are you coming?"

Big Monster Li's impromptu idea.

"You're fighting too hard, I can't come."

"It's not big, it's just for fun. We are all friends, just killing time when we have nothing to do."

Jia Dongxu was a little moved.

The five hundred yuan in his pocket definitely couldn't buy anything to give gifts to Yi Zhonghai.

What if he goes home and asks Jia Zhang for it.

Jia Zhang would definitely not give it to him.

Then you want to turn this [-] yuan into [-] yuan.

There is only one way.

Jia Dongxu hesitated for a long time and finally made a decision.

"Let's go! How big are you fighting?"

"It's really not that big, just a hundred. If you don't have a book, I can lend it to you."

"Then I still have this little capital."

Jia Dongxu and Li Daguai walked into No. 94 Nanluogu Lane, arm in arm.

It happened that He Yuzhu, who was coming back from buying wine, saw it.

He knew what Jia Dongxu had gone in for.

He remembered that Jia Dongxu had this habit in his previous life, otherwise the Jia family would not be so poor even though he was working.

But that was someone else's business, and He Yuzhu didn't bother to care about it.

He slowly returned to the compound while carrying the wine and humming a tune.