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Chapter Twelve

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

    Zhao Xuejun didn't know that his big brother, who had been honest all his life and only knew how to make foolish efforts, could be so flamboyant and live like a fool when he was a teenager.

    Every morning, Zhao Xuewen gets up early and asks his parents for 50 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 three thousand 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 at the tail end of the 1960s more or less have the imprint of that crazy era. In this way, as representatives, Zhao Xuewen and those children have taken the first step towards youth in this small town.  step, began to disdain.

    In his inner world, Zhao Xuejun used one sentence to describe the transformation of his eldest brother: life is 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 left, 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 books with my grandma." Zhao Xuejun stopped the car, greeted politely, and rode a tricyclebsp; Early the next morning, Zhao Xuejun, who was disturbed by the big money, got up early and asked for personal leave from the school. 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 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 has the effect of 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 spending money that symbolizes auspiciousness 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.

    Can't tell what it's like, Zhao Xuejun held the big money, and with a broken heart to get rich, in the evening of this day, he took his grandma to the small village on a tricycle.  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 child quietly returned to his home with Zhao Xuejun.  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 boy with thick eyebrows took Zhao Xuejun to the second floor of the main room of his house, where rural people now store food.  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 said while flipping through the cabinet, "The old landlord, Lao Cai."

    "Oh." Zhao Xuejun nodded, and continued to look around, so that's the case.  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 the paper on the roof of this house just 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?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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