Fengcheng old events

Chapter 292 Everyone Is A Book
The old lady is very tall, she should have been more than 1.7 meters when she was young, but she is a little taller than Zhang Xinglong in her 80s now.

When Zhang Wanzhi was young, he was more than 1.8 meters and close to 1.8 meters five. Now he is bent and his head is shrunk, and he is also taller than Zhang Xinglong.

It's right.

The two people don't know when they met, but they knew each other anyway, and they chatted very well. They must have a common language. When they were young, they were in the Guangxu period. Things in that era were probably only They can talk together.

In the year of Zhang Wanzhi's birth, the Official Officialdom Appearance Book was published, the imperial court officially started women's education, and the whole country banned the sale of human beings in the form of laws.

The entire line of the Beijing-Hanzhou Railway was opened to traffic.

In that year, Southwest University, Sichuan Agricultural University and Taiyuan Fifth Middle School were established, and Lu Xun published his first book, signed by Zhou Shuren: "China's Mineral Resources".

In that year, the BJ Zoo was built, and China had its first publishing law.

"Illustrating the Complete Works of Jingdu Sanqing Class Real Beijing Tune" was published, and these AH artists created the later national quintessence: Peking Opera.

Huang Xing formulated the Tongmenghui's "Revolutionary Strategy" in Japan to prepare for the uprising, the Baoding Military Academy was opened, the Anyuan Coal Mine started construction, and China ended the imperial examination system.

That year, Puyi and Wanrong were born, as well as Adolf Eichmann, Brezhnev, Onassis.

Luo Ruiqing, Wang Jiaxiang, and Wu Lanfu were all born in this year.

Yu Yue passed away this year.

Few people may know this name. He wrote "Chunzaitang Essays", "Tea Chunshi Congchao", "Chunzaitang Quanshu" and "Seven Heroes and Five Righteousness".

This year, the Qing court prepared to implement a constitutional monarchy, and issued the "Declaration of Preparatory Constitutional Edict", and Yuan Datou edited and published "Constitutional Outline".

Then this buddy played tricks, took advantage of both sides, seized power from the country, and finally made a farce of enthronement.

That is, from this time on, China has entered into various turbulences with continuous natural disasters and man-made disasters for 70 years.

Zhang Wanzhi grew up in the Orion family in the mountains. He was blessed by his elder brother since he was a child. One can imagine how difficult, tenacious and difficult it was for Mrs. Wang in her life.

Everyone is a book, really.

The two older siblings in their 80s are a bit reluctant to meet each other, and they go out together for a long walk every day.

In fact, Mrs. Wang brought Zhang Wanzhi into the factory to move iron.

Yes, it is moving, not stealing.

She sneaks and dodges secretly, and walks around the gate guard carefully, but she is not.

She just went in with a pocket to find something that could be moved, and then moved it out and carried it to the scrap collection station.She doesn't touch good new ones, she just looks for scraps and leftovers.

Under normal circumstances, she would carry some out, go to the guard room at the gate of the factory, put down the iron and knock on the glass: "Look for me for a while." Then go back and move it again. The guard dared not speak out, so he could only help her' look at'.I really dare not lose it.

Not too much, once a day, like going to work.When she comes back, she still has to do housework and take care of her grandson.

She asked them to save the salaries of their grandchildren and daughter-in-law, and the old lady moved the family's expenses basically.

She always said that she was going to die and asked them to save some money and live a good life in the future.

Fortunately, her grandchildren and daughters-in-law are all capable, reasonable, respectful, gentle and thrifty people, so they don't have to worry about the future.Unlike the one in Building [-] who pretends to be mentally ill all the time, that one is really messy and unreasonable.Her son is a jerk.

Zhang Wanzhi went to the factory with Mrs. Wang every day to get some scrap iron and sell it to the scrap purchase station, and then the two of them came back together, each going back to their respective houses.

In fact, there is not much money, and he is over 80 years old. How much can you carry on his back?Zhang Jingyi was also happy to pay a few yuan a day when she came back. In her memory, she had never earned a few yuan a day. It was already a lot of money.

It turned out that at that time in Zhangjiabao, the family's annual cash income was only a dozen or twenty yuan.

All her gold rings, bracelets and anklets are sold out, why?It's just that they can't earn money and have no money to live.

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"Ermin, if you have time, take a few photos of your grandpa and grandpa, develop a few and put them there." During dinner at night, Liu Guixin suddenly mentioned the matter of taking pictures to Zhang Xinglong.

"I want to take a picture too. Our family has never taken a family portrait. Mom." Zhang Xingbing hurriedly mixed in.

"Then let's take some photos. When your elder brother comes back, let's take some good photos. I just suddenly felt that your grandpa and grandpa are really old, and now they don't have much energy. Alas, it's probably not a few years away. Take a few photos and have a thought about it in the future.”

"Didn't my second brother cut all the photos of my grandma? It would be great if I kept them until now." Zhang Xingbing held his job bowl and gave Zhang Xinglong a sideways glance.

"Didn't I be ignorant back then?" Zhang Xinglong glared at his younger brother vigorously, picking which pot was not open, and complaining.

"It's a pity, there are only a few photos of your grandma left when she was young, and you are still in trouble." Liu Guixin glanced at Zhang Xinglong.

That was many years ago.

At that time, Zhang Jingyi was still living in Nangou, Zhangjiabao. That summer, Zhang Xinglong learned to use scissors, and his hands were itchy, and he could cut whatever he was sitting on the kang.

I don't remember how I flipped through the photos of Zhang Jingyi when he was young.

The photos at that time were all lace, not straight like the photos now.

Then Zhang Xinglong took the large tailor's scissors and began to trim, trying to trim the edges of the photo.

Then the photos disappeared after cutting and cutting, turning into a pile of debris.Children do not understand the value of things.

Zhang Jingyi lost his temper at that time, and beat Zhang Xinglong with a small broom bump, but it was too late, and the photo was gone.

Zhang Xinglong can still remember those two photos. Zhang Jingyi was wearing a fur coat, carrying a beautiful small leather bag, with a cigarette in his hand, and a big wave, wearing gold jewelry, earrings, necklaces and bracelets as well.

And Zhang Jingyi was very beautiful when he was young.

It's similar to those celebrity photos in old Shanghai, but the clothes are much more elegant than theirs.

At that time, she was a real upper-class lady, the wife of an official, and the Japanese military police would salute her when they saw her.

At that time, Zhang Jingyi smoked only camels and powder packets, and his food had to be filled with monosodium glutamate, and he could call to order whatever he wanted to eat, and he had to sit in the front row to be served by a special person when he went to the theater to listen to the play.

Who would have imagined that such a woman whose hands do not touch the sun, finally became an authentic peasant woman in the Dashangouzi for her children, working hard every day for decades.

"Fortunately, there is another photo of your grandpa, and your grandma keeps it all the time. If it weren't for this photo, I would have almost forgotten what my dad looks like." Liu Guixin sighed, put down his chopsticks, and looked straight at The wall, I don't know what I remembered.

Perhaps, it was the happy time of her childhood.

The person who rides his bicycle back every day, hugs him with a smile, and buys her sweets and pastries.

She always recalled the long street in front of Zhuanghe's house in the sunset, and the yelling of pulling foreign films on the street.

"Jin Rong."

"Well, I'm here."

Sitting on the threshold of the gate every day looking at the long street, waiting for my father to get off work and my elder brother to leave school, I think of it now so warm and sweet.

It was also the only, short period of happy time in her half-life memory.

(End of this chapter)