Rebirth Night Talk

Silly B is the second phenomenon of Zhao Xuewen's maturity.Recently, he said: his teacher is a fool, the group of students across the street who are riding brand new bicycles is a fool, the group of children from the sewing machine factory is a fool, in short, except himself, Zhao Xuewen thinks that everyone is a fool .

Zhao Xuejun didn't know that his big brother, who had been honest all his life and only knew how to put out stupid efforts, could be so flamboyant and live like a fool in his teenage years.

Every morning, Zhao Xuewen gets up early and asks his parents for [-] cents. For children who are in junior high school, their parents will give them more money.He picked up his schoolbag and left home.He looked like an ordinary junior high school student.However, when he left home and came to the back wall of the government, he would deliberately unbutton the collar of his tightly buttoned clothes, and put the schoolbag he was carrying on his head on his head.Originally, there was a good and straight road to the school, but he refused to take it. He chose to climb on the wall of the orchard behind the government.

He whistled to the little girl.He will go out with a group of children to fight in groups, and even, every time there is a fight, he is still the leader.He led a group of people to stew and eat the rhubarb dogs in the courtyard of the government orchard.He pulled out the valve cores of all the teachers in the school who parked in the bicycle shed. He and some bad boys peeked at the women's washroom in the bathhouse, but they were chased and beaten by a group of aunts.Call Gao Juzi again when you get home.

Of course, all of this is not enough to prove that Zhao Xuewen has failed his studies. On the contrary, Zhao Xuejun feels that his brother lives like a person of this era, just like in his previous life, he was the son of a government office clerk. Big, but actually cowardly inside.His ears heard more blows.I feel that I can't do anything, and even if I want to try to do anything, I am afraid to take a step because of the current situation at home.My parents always quarreled, and my mother went back to her natal home every now and then.If he doesn't reach out and bear it, then the two younger brothers will starve.

In this life, my father never mentioned the 3000 yuan to grandma, and my mother is safe on this issue.Besides, he is the gun king of the square, and his father is the director of the government office with a bright future. From society to school, the friends he makes are all the children of the government's high-ranking cadres. If something happens, someone will take care of it.He did not go to sports school, because of his family environment, his grades have always been top-notch.Good grades, loved by parents, spoiled by teachers.He loves reading, especially some foreign novels, such as "The Count of Monte Cristo", "A Tale of Two Cities", "The Deer Hunter" and so on.After reading a lot of books, he can think, so he has some different touches and ideas about the world from others.A group of friends slowly gathered around him.Since the crackdown, the old ruffians have begun to cultivate their bodies and minds, and some of them are scared out of their wits.Therefore, this group of teenagers standing in the tail of the 60s, they more or less have the imprint of that crazy era, so, as a representative figure, Zhao Xuewen and the group of children have taken the first step towards youth in this small town, Began to disdain.

In Zhao Xuejun's inner world, he used one sentence to describe the transformation of his elder brother: the days are better, but it hurts to be idle.Of course, there is another level of understanding in his inner world: only when life is good, can he have the right to be idle.

After the second brother ran away, he was arrested on the third day, and he was still at the same old place in his memory, and he was still the same group of unlucky children.This departure pushed Zhao Xuebing's life to a peak.That day when he was sent back from the police station, his father took off his belt and hung him on the beam of the house to be whipped.The belt didn't swing up, and two people rushed out of the house.Grandma swung Zhao Jianguo with a walking stick first, and what she said was the original version of "Dream of Red Mansions": If you dare to hit him, kill me first!It seems that the ancestors of the world are the same.Zhao Xuejun put his arms around his father's waist and said nothing.Zhao Xuebing, who was already frightened, got angry first. He peed on his pants, and then... pulled his pants on again.On the big mountain, one sip of cold water is one sip of flour, so it's no wonder that you don't have diarrhea.

Ever since the second elder brother came back, the lost parents seemed to want him to die. In fact, as long as Zhao Er went to school every day, his father would quietly follow behind, and when school was over, he would quietly follow behind, watching him play, watching Watch him brag about his adventures with a group of children.If Zhao Jianguo was busy, Gao Juzi would put aside his work and quietly follow his second brother.For the sake of this son, Gao Juzi transferred the work of the trade union to the handicraft factory. When Zhao Xuejun knew about his mother's transfer, everything was foregone and irreversible.The old reason is still used, work is free, and I get an extra ten dollars.All his life, Zhao Xuejun finally knew that it was because of the second brother who ran away from home that his mother chose the small unit where he could be late and leave early at will, which was irrelevant.

"Junjun, where are you going with grandma?" The neighbor's aunt cordially greeted Zhao Xuejun who was riding a tricycle.

"Auntie, I'm going to listen to the book with my grandma." Zhao Xuejun stopped the car, greeted him politely, and took his grandma away on a tricycle.

Grandma is getting older, because of her too leisurely life, she uses all her energy and energy to find fault with the people around her. This old lady has one goal of survival now.Make others uncomfortable, remind yourself that you are still alive.No matter what the mother does, she is not satisfied.The last time I checked my body, the doctor said that the old lady had cystitis.This surprised the Zhao family.The reason why the old lady gets cystitis is very simple. The toilets in the city are public, and there is no squatting position suitable for the old lady. The elderly grandma cannot squat down like others to solve her physiological problems. Sometimes she can’t get up when she squats down Come.In order not to drag others down.She had no choice but to not drink water, and to urinate even if she had to hold back.

In desperation, the family secretly held a family meeting and decided to find something for the old lady to do.There are more than ten counties and districts around Wanlin City, and these more than ten counties and districts have always had a special tradition, that is, no matter the wedding or funeral, the common people will invite some folk artists to tell stories. This kind of storytelling was banned a few years ago In the past two years, this kind of folk art has slowly revived.Zhao Jianguo recalled that when he was very young, his mother used shaving oil to polish his head with shaving oil every time he heard about the storytelling in the neighboring village.

It is very important for the elderly to have something to do and be active.In this way, the Zhao family, and even some neighbors and colleagues slowly inquired about nearby villages where there were storytellers.Once you get the letter, you will tell the Zhao family.After the Zhao family got the letter, they would go to the army to find Uncle Wang Lu, borrow a tricycle from the army logistics, and the children in the family would ride it to send grandma to listen to the book.

Now, Zhao Xuewen has rebelled, and Zhao Xuebing is under surveillance.So, Zhao Xuejun happily took over the task given by his parents, and sent his grandma to listen to books by bike.He is not anxious about the situation of his brothers, because every period of youth is decayed, where there is a lot of time to make mistakes, and there is also the most extravagant opportunity to correct.He is willing to use his backbone to support his parents, and he is willing to give his brothers more time to spend their teenage years happily.Of course, there are also some small selfishness in it.

Ride the tricycle to the front of the stage in the village, place the long bench, first help grandma to the toilet, and then order grandma a bowl of hot meatball soup for the old lady to hold.Zhao Xuejun walked under the big tree where the three rounds were placed, spread out a piece of white paper, and laid out some stationery.The pencils are the drawing pencils I asked for from my sister in the office, and there are also boxes of large drawing erasers, and the brand-new ten books are printed with the manuscript paper of Wanlin City Government.On one side of the white paper was written: Five sheets of manuscript paper for one small coin.The eraser is exchanged for five small coins, and the pencil is exchanged for ten small coins.

Small money refers to copper coins.Although in the year when the four olds were destroyed and steel was smelted heavily, many copper plates were loaded into cars and refined.But the Chinese nation, a great country, can waste its historical resources in just ten years.That kind of small copper plate is still everywhere in the countryside.Wanlin has no good porcelain or other good antiques, but small copper plates are everywhere.

With the sound of the drum, the board was opened over there.This is how Zhao Xuejun's life business started.Originally, this was just a incidental matter, but Zhao Xuejun did not expect that the business would be so smooth. At first, he took a small can and bottle to store copper coins. After a while, the can turned into a small cardboard box. , the carton box changed from one to three.Later, my mother found waste wood boards from the handicraft factory and bound him into a big wooden box.The box was placed in the chicken coop at home, and it was getting heavier and heavier. It is estimated that no one will be able to lift it in the future.Regarding the fact that Zhao Xuejun accepts small money, the father of the family supports it.He had already tasted the sweetness from history, and regarding his son's future arrangements, he thought maybe Junjun wanted to become an archaeologist.

On this day, it was still the same old book, and grandma loved this troupe, and had followed two counties.Zhao Xuejun still traded his manuscript paper for small money.

"How many pencils can this be exchanged for?" A kid with thick eyebrows, holding a big one in his hand, asked Zhao Xuejun at least five or six times larger than ordinary copper coins.

Zhao Xuejun took the big money and observed it carefully, but he had never seen it before.This money does not have any digital date.On the front is the three stars of fortune, wealth and longevity, and on the back is Zi Chouyin's twelve hours, plus a circle of twelve zodiac signs.He observed for a while, then said carefully, "A pencil."

The child on the opposite side thought for a while, then looked at the drawing pencils with rubber tips, and shook his head: "At least two, I'm big." Zhao Xuejun thought about it, and changed it.

The kid took the two pencils that Zhao Xuejun gave him, and asked him, "Minger, are you still coming?"

Zhao Xuejun nodded.

"My family has a lot of this kind of money. Bring more pencils tomorrow. If you come to my house, I will exchange it for you. Don't tell others!" The child whispered in his ear.Zhao Xuejun thought about the pencil inventory at home, so he nodded, watching the child happily holding up the pencil and going.

Early the next morning, Zhao Xuejun, who was disturbed by the big money, got up early and asked the school for personal leave. This child rarely asks for leave, so the teacher agreed very casually.Holding the big money, Zhao Xuejun came to the museum and looked for Lao Chang.Now he calls Lao Chang Uncle, and the two families are very familiar.

Zhao Xuejun handed over the big money to Lao Chang, with an expression on his face as if offering a treasure, but Lao Chang just glanced at it casually, and said disdainfully: "It's a waste of money, how much is there? This thing is not rare!"

Why?Zhao Xuejun seemed to be poured from head to tail with a basin of cold water, and his expression was immediately disappointed.Probably because he was disappointed when he saw the child, Chang hurriedly took out the toffee from his pocket to tease him: "Junjun, how beautiful this thing is, it can show that the wisdom of working people is infinite."

It's all there and there.Zhao Xuejun took back the money, turned around and wanted to leave, but he was always called to stop him, but this time he was serious.He told Zhao Xuejun seriously about the history of spending money, but he didn't think about it, but Zhao Xuejun got quite a lot from it.

Spending money is actually the ancient New Year's money, which is used for auspiciousness and good luck.The earliest spending money can be traced back to the Warring States Period. Later, with the gradual extension of history, this kind of auspicious spending money has become more and more exquisitely cast.The fact that everything in Wanlin City can spend money shows that the copper and iron casting technology here was very developed a long time ago.There are many types of spending money, including auspicious language money, Qianwen money, zodiac money, god and Buddha money, hollowed out money, no pattern money, and special-shaped money. Later, horse money and chess money used in games were added to the casting of these money. .Old Uncle Chang said that any history is valuable, just like Wanlin spends money, this thing will only appear in Wanlin.This money is destined to Zhao Xuejun, he should treat it kindly.

Unable to tell what it was like, Zhao Xuejun held the big money, and with a broken heart to get rich, on the evening of this day, he rode a tricycle and brought his grandma to that small village.Not long after the stall was set up, the kid with thick eyebrows came again.When Zhao Xuejun saw him, he hesitated for a moment, but he remembered what Lao Chang said, this is Wanlin spending money.That's right, in the future, if you see money spent in other places, it belongs to other places.Thinking of this, Zhao Xuejun put away the stall, and followed the thick-browed kid to his home.

The thick-browed kid took Zhao Xuejun back to his home quietly.It was an old-fashioned courtyard with brick and tile structure, with a high porch, and behind the porch, there was a carved screen wall.Passing through the screen wall, there is another large courtyard, side rooms, side rooms, and even, on the top of the house over there, there is a second-story blue brick building.

The thick-browed boy took Zhao Xuejun to the second floor of the main room at home, where rural people now store grain.Standing in this old building, Zhao Xuejun was a little surprised, because most of the houses in this village are made of mud.He asked curiously, "Who built this house?"

The thick-browed kid turned over the cupboard and said, "Old landlord Lao Cai."

"Oh." Zhao Xuejun nodded, and continued to look around, so it was so.Look at the carved partition in the room, look at the blue brick floor.Even though this building has been corrupted, Zhao Xuejun can still feel the glory it once had.After looking at the floor, Zhao Xuejun raised his head... It was just a moment, really, at this moment, Zhao Xuejun never felt that he was so close to history.

Isn't this room, the papers pasted on the roof, a whole page, a whole page of bank notes?Some of those silver bills were attached, some had stamps drawn on them, and some scattered small bills with the name of the ticket number were also glued to the paper one by one and pasted on the roof.Zhao Xuejun recalled a piece of history. Isn’t Shanxi the birthplace of Shanxi merchants?