Return To 1977 Chapter 332: Rules
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Dashilar Commercial Street is relatively narrow. After walking in, Zhaoqing became more cautious.
He is extremely polite to the salesperson and extremely courteous to other customers.
Liquor, tea, cakes, candies, Liubiju pickles, fermented bean curd... Everything he bought was carefully put into the rattan basket one by one, and then moved in and out as carefully as if it were a basket full of eggs. , give way to pedestrians.
The reason for this is actually because every time he goes to the city, although he will encounter some unpredictable discord and humiliation, this kind of situation is most common in commercial places.
For example, the first time he went to the department store in Wangfujing, he climbed to the fourth floor without knowing it.
Suddenly someone reprimanded loudly. "Hey hey hey, why did you come here? Get down!"
Only then did he realize that there was a wooden sign on the fourth floor, "Customers Stopped."
He quickly turned around and returned to the third floor with a blushing face, but an unbearable scolding still came from behind him.
"You are so ignorant! You are running around blindly! You are just like a rural old hat!"
A rural old hater?
This really hurts the farmers’ self-esteem!
He did not expect that when he visited the largest store in the capital for the first time, he would feel not relief but humiliation.
But people in the capital don't care at all. They not only call rural people "Tu Lao Maoer", they also call them "Tu Lao Cha".
At first he didn't understand what "Tu Lao Deng" meant. Until one time when he was walking on the street, he saw a few primary school students and an old farmer driving a cart, and they greeted each other, "Here comes the old man, here comes the old man."
A few children hurriedly hid in a corner and suddenly shouted: "Who is my son? Who is my grandson?"
At this time, the old farmer driving the cart raised his whip and shouted "Oooh" to signal the animals to turn around.
After hearing these sounds, the children seemed to have gotten some big deal, and left in a hurry, laughing.
You only need to look at these children to know the attitude of city people towards farmers.
Moreover, it’s not just the same in the country’s largest stores like department stores. It can be said that it’s the same wherever you buy things.
In almost all stores, he would often encounter salespeople chatting at the counter, or salespeople going back and forth to count a stack of bills and receipts.
In these two situations, city dwellers are better off, and the salesperson might still be able to deal with it. But if he is dressed like this, he will ignore you no matter how much you shout. If anyone dares to urge him, he will be scolded, and even eight generations of his ancestors will be in trouble.
Eating is the same. In almost every restaurant, it was extremely difficult for him to ask for something. Even asking for a bowl of water was not available.
As long as he dares to speak, most of the waiters will give him a harsh lecture, even the words are almost the same.
"This is a restaurant that doesn't sell water. When you're thirsty, go outside to find a water pipe. Or you can spend money to buy soda. Don't make any trouble, why do you think we're not busy?"
It’s really the other way around. Isn’t it a waste of money? Snob. The seller is the grandfather and the buyer is the grandson. This is the capital, this is the capital!
Gradually, as time went by and he had more experience of being coldly treated and neglected, he discovered a general rule.
That is people in the capital who are forty years old and above. They are very tolerant and patient in dealing with others. For people under the age of forty, the younger they are, the more tempered they are, the more colorful they are, and the less sensible they are.
On the other hand, the two brothers from the west courtyard of Guanyin Yuan who bought his eggs spoke kindly, gave him generous money, and even entertained him with tea. They were really unusual among young people in the capital, and they were rare.
So now he only likes to deal with the elderly and does not dare to expect to meet good-tempered young people like Hong and Chen again. He has long learned to stay away from people under the age of forty in the capital.
To be honest, he does love the capital. I love the simplicity, squareness, humor, long history and long heritage of this city.
What his father said was absolutely correct. The architecture and cultural heritage of the capital were truly fascinating and made his heart flutter.
But it must be said that he really doesn't like people in the capital very much.
According to my father, people in Beijing should be modest, restrained, enthusiastic, tolerant and generous. But except for the old man, he rarely noticed this in other people.
But what is going on? Why do people in the capital use the age of forty as the limit and show two different attitudes towards others?
Where do the arrogance and arrogance of these middle-aged and young people, with their blind sense of superiority, come from?
He still remembered hearing his father say that most of the people living in Nancheng were poor people and craftsmen who had fled from various places or came to Beijing to make a living.
To put it bluntly, most of the parents of these young and middle-aged people are from rural areas across the country.
Not to mention the staff who were transferred to the capital from other places after the founding of the People's Republic of China, as well as the troops and their families stationed in the capital.
How could it be that in just one generation, without exception, the soldiers, cadres, and common people, the children who became people in the capital before and after the founding of the People's Republic of China, all changed their minds? Is it just a matter of simply forgetting one’s origins?
It is really ironic that these people now regard themselves as pure Beijing people and come to teach him the rules of the capital.
A capital city like this is not as humane as the countryside. Their Longkou Village was poor, but the educated youth who came to the capital were extremely good.
Not only were everyone willing to help those in the capital build houses and clear land for resettlement, they also did not impose harsh requirements on them in terms of labor. They are also tolerant of their home-loving mood and sneaky behavior.
On the contrary, the brigade occasionally sent melons, fruits, vegetables, sweet potatoes and corn fields to support them. The educated youth in the capital could not even pick out a word of bad.
To be honest, he has a special affection for his small village, mainly because of the tolerant and human touch in the village. From this perspective, he felt that the people in Longkou Village were more like the people in the capital than the people in the capital.
Although the people in the village are illiterate, have never seen much of the world, and have nothing to pursue except their wives and children, they are all good people and can warm people's hearts with their true feelings.
The strange thing is that although the educated youth in the capital also like the people in Longkou Village, they still yearn to return to the city.
The same goes for his own father. He learned about the resumption of the college entrance examination from the educated youth and insisted on him registering for the college entrance examination this year. He claimed that he would never be able to bear it if his son lived in Longkou Village for the rest of his life and could not return to the capital.
This made him really confused. What is worth staying in a capital like this?
Is it just for the so-called "future", for a paper household registration in the capital and a more respectable job?
In fact, in terms of meritorious service, who can compare with his ancestors? But aren’t these people sleeping deep in such a remote mountain now?
Life is only a hundred years old and fleeting. Isn’t it nice to take care of your family? Why bother?
Furthermore, what if he really jumped to the capital?
The place in Beijing is too small. It is not uncommon for families with several members to squeeze into a hut that is no bigger than a pigsty. It is almost like living in a cricket jar.
Even if you are eating public food, holding an iron rice bowl, and becoming a section chief, that is not a blessing but a suffering.
Of course, because of his filial piety, he cannot disobey his father's orders and will soon go to the county to take the college entrance examination on July 20.
It's just that his real idea is actually very "promising".
If he doesn’t get the best grade in the exam, if he really does pass the exam, he won’t stay in the capital after studying. He will return to the village...
Just when I was thinking of this, I happened to pass by the gate of the "Lixin Silk Shop" (named during the movement, the time-honored "Ruifuxiang").
For a moment, Zhaoqing finally saw the fresh products that made his eyes sparkle, his heart itch, and his fists tighten. He had been looking for them - those thin and transparent, soft and light, either red or green. The gauze scarf also shone with gold and silver.
This kind of thing can be grasped in the palm of your hand, commonly known as "grab in a handful". It is exactly what the girls and wives in the village yearn for most.
Whoever has such a pair will wear it around their neck all day long, competing to see who is pretty and who is gorgeous.
Looking at the gauze scarf, Zhaoqing couldn't help but smile with joy. Because there was a beautiful image in his mind that made the young men in the village and even the educated youth in the capital unable to sleep.
That is the daughter of the current brigade secretary, An Xiaoqin.
She is his childhood sweetheart, the only girl in the village who has attended junior high school, and a good girl who appreciates and understands him from the bottom of her heart.
Although he is weak and often sleepy. He has always been regarded as a loser and a sleepyhead by the villagers. A lazy person who can't do anything. But she never looked down on him for it.
On the contrary, I quite appreciate his knowledge and admire his painting skills. It's a good thing to tell those villagers that they don't know the difference and to believe that he is different. I also saved my own money to buy him paper, pens and paints.
As they got closer, people in the village naturally gossiped a lot. He was worried that he would hinder Xiaoqin's reputation, so he deliberately kept a distance. But Xiaoqin didn't care and kept looking for him as usual. Still affectionately calling him "Brother Zhaoqing".
It is said that the brigade secretary even beat Xiao Qin for this matter. But no matter how much he inquired, Xiaoqin still refused to tell him.
He can't help but love a girl like this. How can he have someone else in his heart?
So a year ago, on that summer night when the stars were very bright, they got along well.
He hugged her and kissed her.
She also blushed and said that she would not marry him unless she was in this life.
Probably for this reason, in order to collect a large gift and be able to propose marriage decently, Xiaoqin was married to her. That's why he worked so hard to come up with the idea of reselling eggs.
And from that day on, he sold eggs whenever he went to town. Xiaoqin would wait for him on the road at the entrance of the village, even if it got dark.
He has never been able to repay this deep friendship. But fortunately, he now has money and finally found a gift worthy of Xiaoqin.
Of course Xiaoqin would not speak to him, but he could feel Xiaoqin's desire for this kind of thing from the envious eyes she looked at others.
Now, he is going to buy two of the most beautiful ones and take them back to give to the most beautiful and dearest girl in his heart...