Return To 1977 Chapter 331: Shaoqing

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Zhao Qing has a watch on his body, which was given to him by his father. But he rarely used it to tell the time.

This is because rural people have always lived their lives based on the weather and have little concept of precise time. Second, it is not very "convenient" to take out his watch.

To be honest, it is an old pocket watch, and its appearance is too shocking.

The gold case is covered with machine-engraved patterns, and a crystal clear diamond is inlaid in the middle. Inside the case is a copper-embedded enamel dial and gold hands. Not to mention opening it and looking at it, if you really take it out and shine it, it will dazzle people under the sun.

How can a person like him who wears patches like him not arouse suspicion? It will probably cause unnecessary trouble.

So when Zhao Qing left the west courtyard of Guanyin Yuan, he still used to estimate the time by the skylight.

Looking at the cross-street building of Guanyin Yuan in front, he couldn't help thinking happily. Since he made several extra dollars today, he might as well buy some things for his family and take them back.

Seriously, collecting eggs is a good job.

The price of eggs in the village is cheap, and the purchase price of eggs from the supply and marketing cooperative is only five cents. And he charges seven cents each, so the villagers don't have to go out and they have more income. Every family is happy to sell their eggs to him.

On the other hand, people in the city cannot eat them, so these fresh eggs can be sold for only 12 cents each when they are brought to the capital. Each time you bring four hundred eggs and run once, you can earn twenty.

For farmers who have worked hard for a year and can only earn 70 yuan based on work points, this is tantamount to sudden wealth.

He has been running for more than half a year, not only paying off all the family's debts, but also improving his parents' lives a lot. Now the brigade secretary’s house is probably not as well-fed as his house.

Of course, it is not that there are no villagers who want to imitate him and make their own eggs and sell them out of the village, hoping to make more money.

But the mountain roads are bumpy and far away, and these people, without exception, have suffered enough from broken eggs.

None of them had his eloquence and brains, and they knew how to use mountain products and fresh vegetables to clear the cement factory drivers, and use public cars to transport eggs for business.

Besides, they are reluctant to invest money, let alone come to the capital alone. Even if I sell, I will only go to the county town to sell the few eggs I have saved. Not to mention the price, it’s not cost-effective to make a trip.

There is such a thin line between people.

The sunshine in the summer afternoon is the hottest, making Zhao Qing's face sweaty and red. Unable to bear the heat, he quickly made a decision not to go to Xidan or Wangfujing, but to go straight to Qianmen Dashilar.

Carrying the empty big rattan basket on his back, he walked out of the alley in a familiar way and waited for the bus under the stop sign opposite the grocery store on Zixin Road.

The "No. 5" bus there runs directly, and the fare is seven cents. When you get to Qianmen Station, get off at the intersection of Langfang Toutiao.

Zhao Qing is now very familiar with the capital. Since the end of the year, he has been collecting eggs from the village and selling them in the city. Soon, he visited almost the entire capital.

This is not an easy task, especially for a farmer like him.

In fact, there are many locals in Longkou Village, young men like him, who have never entered Fangshan County. The few who are considered knowledgeable have only been to Liangxiang and Changyang.

Except for the educated youth, he is the only young man in Longkou Village who has access to the capital.

The reason why he is so different and dares to enter the capital alone is thanks to his father.

His father not only taught him authentic Beijing movies, but also cleared the dialect barrier for him in language communication. Moreover, he has been telling him about the geography and features of the capital since he was a child.

Like in front of the Four Drum Towers in the East, Dan and West, the Summer Palace with Five Altars and Eight Temples, the Dashilan at the Qianmen Building, the Big Eye of the Sea in Beixinqiao...

For him, it has been familiar to him since he was very young.

There are other sayings such as "If you are full of wine, you are respectful to others, and if you are full of tea, you are giving them away", "You will not die of thirst in the East City, you will not die of hunger in the West City" and "If you eat noodles, you can't just eat garlic, so why not eat a bowl of rice. Eat noodles without jealousy, "Bombing Xishiku", this type of folk song in the capital describes aspects of life and etiquette.

The more he listened to it, the more he knew it.

Even his father often spoke like this at home.

"If this matter reaches the capital..."

"This thing needs to be taken to the capital..."

"This theory needs to be discussed in the capital..."

This made Zhao Qing subconsciously feel that not only the people and things in the capital were extraordinary, but also there seemed to be another truth, which seemed more sacred and greater. Naturally, I had a lot of yearning for the capital.

Of course, the capital is the capital of the people of the country, and most people may think that this is how it should be. Don't those educated youths from the capital raise their noses when they mention the capital?

But later, when he fully grew up, he realized that his favorable impression of the capital was not exactly like others'. It was just his admiration for Tiananmen, the Monument to the People's Heroes, and the Great Hall of the People.

Because he also gradually learned from his father's mouth that the family's thousands of years of history had produced countless emperors and generals from generation to generation. He learned about the decline of the family, the changes in the country, and the old house of "Half Acre Garden" in Liangguo Factory in Beijing. He knew that his ancestors lay in the eighteen imperial tombs overgrown with grass on Jiulong Mountain. We learned that the three surnames of An, Meng and Gong in Longkou Village were originally the descendants of the family who depended on his family to live in the flagland manor. I also found out that the wealthy family named An, who had always held the position of village head, was actually a descendant of Zhang Jing, the bodyguard assigned by the Qing Dynasty emperor. (Zhang Jing is the transliteration of Manchu, the position of military attaché, meaning general)

He was surprised to find that he was the first royal bloodline to make the capital the capital. And his entire family, for dozens of generations, has been inseparable and constantly separated from the city dozens of miles away.

He came once, left again, left once, came again... He has been entangled and tied to the capital for eight hundred years.

This inevitably made him deeply feel that even though he was in this small mountain village now, he still had a wonderful fate connected by blood to the capital.

Yes, his surname is not Zhao, but Wanyan. The pronunciation of his name is not wrong, but a two-letter surname is needed to complete it. His name was Wan Yan Zhaoqing.

Yes, his father is the most authentic old Beijing native. But they are also descendants of the feudal royal family who were completely submerged by the tide of the times, and are the banner nobles of the former Qing Dynasty.

Because of this identity, from the Republic of China to the liberation, his father had always found it difficult to gain trust in both the Beiyang government and the Nationalist government. He had all the skills and the desire to serve the country, but it was difficult to find the right way to serve the country with loyalty. Whether he was in politics or the military, he was depressed.

After the Japanese came, his father fled for eight years. After the liberation, when they returned to the capital, they no longer even had a place to stay. That's why I finally came to Longkou Village and settled here to guard the ancestral graves in frustration.

Fortunately, the head of Longkou Village at that time was a man who cared deeply about kindness. He was grateful that the Wanyan family had always treated the deceased family well and never took any money from Longkou Village. Instead, they often rewarded the three families with money and food.

So the village leader not only helped and took care of his father's life, but also finally married his daughter to his father.

This is how he came to be, and he had this warm little family that protected him from wind and rain since he was a child.

Now that he has grown up and become sensible, he is more and more grateful to his grandfather and feels that this is really a very lucky thing.

Although his family is considered a semi-outsider in Longkou Village, they are also the only feudal landowners. Fortunately, this village is full of former bannermen, and with the protection of the An family, their family was able to survive the "movement" safely.

He was not like those descendants of the Banner people who lived in Han villages, who had to hear taunts and taunts such as "Others ride donkeys and horses, but you ride people" since childhood...

Thinking of this, Zhaoqing, who was already standing on the bus, couldn't help but sigh.

That's really what life is like.

What my father said is true, "Blessings come from misfortunes, and misfortunes come from blessings." Most of the time, there are always pros and cons to one thing.

So when you are proud, you should not show off, and when you are down, you should not lose hope...

But just when he felt something, someone suddenly pushed him behind him, and a man shouted loudly, "I told you, how many times have I told you, pretend not to hear, move your broken basket quickly." Open! No one else can get through!"

A woman also asked, "How do we get off the bus? What are your qualities?"

Zhaoqing turned around and saw that there was a worker and a thirty-year-old woman standing next to him. They probably wanted to pass by him and squeeze into the car door.

He quickly moved his body and things away in panic, explaining repeatedly that he was negligent and didn't pay attention, and he was sorry.

But the man still said reluctantly, "I was negligent. The reason is quite good. Are you from the village? Let me tell you, you have to know the rules when you come to the capital. This is not your sorghum field in the countryside. You have to be discerning. Son, do you know?”

The woman is just as mean. "Tch, a farmer will be dumbfounded when he enters the city. It's useless no matter how much you tell him. If you don't understand, you just don't understand. You will never be able to remember."

Who would have thought that these words would arouse the resonance of the conductor.

The girl not only looked at Zhaoqing with contempt, but also echoed the woman's words and continued, "No. That's how rural people are. It's good that they didn't stick their heads out of the car window. I tell you. He said that there were many people in rural areas on this bus, and they were all going to see Tiananmen..."

Fart! This is absolutely slander. Zhaoqing firmly disagreed.

Because the rural areas are so poor. Even if farmers go to the city, they have to walk there, and few are willing to spend money to take the bus. What the conductor was talking about could only be an educated youth who came back to visit relatives.

From what they said, it was clear that they had formed some kind of alliance, but Zhaoqing had to swallow his breath.

Because this situation is so common. Are there many such poor people in the capital? If he was angry, he would be angry to death.