Riding the wind of rebirth

Chapter 20 Uncle Yu

In the news, the announcer is broadcasting: "This morning, the county people's hospital organized capable personnel, led by the vice president and director of surgery, Comrade Lu Xinhua, to go to Longguan Township, Qiming District, to carry out medical treatment to the countryside to send warmth..."

Mom turned to chatting with Zhou Zhi about going to Manzhou, and when she heard that Little Sixth Sister had brought something to Old Man Yu, she wanted Zhou Zhi to deliver it.

"Farewell." Zhou Zhi said, "I'm afraid the old man won't be able to hold back his addiction and put up the vinyl records, so stop watching TV in that building."

Grandma said: "Then go tomorrow and ask Mrs. Yu by the way, the Chinese New Year is coming, the embroidery patterns hanging should be changed."

I heard from my father that Lao Yu's family was the young master of a national capitalist in Jiachuan before liberation.

Aunt Yu came from a bitter background. She was sent to the embroidery house by her family to be an embroiderer when she was six years old, and later became a needlework maid in Lao Yu's family.

Later, the country still arranged for Uncle Yu to work in a tobacco company, but his identity changed dramatically.

I heard that it was Mr. Yu's capitalist father who made the decision, and finally became husband and wife with Aunt Yu, and they have been in love for decades.

In the previous life, Zhou Zhi listened to these things just for fun. At that time, he only knew that the old man liked to listen to operas and symphonies, drink coffee and smoke hookah, and looked lazy.

Anyway, there are a lot of dross on her body, which are all the faults that Aunt Yu is used to.

Thinking about it now, it is also a family with a story.

But it's not that Uncle Yu has no merits, he has a kind attitude, or he doesn't care about anything, and he sends his children to Manzhou to work.

Speaking of which, Third Brother Yu and Sixth Sister Xiao are really the first two children of Zhou Zhi's family to come out of Jiachuan.

The next morning, my parents went to work, Zhou Zhi took the vinyl record and went downstairs.

"Master?" Zhou Zhi gently knocked on the door: "Mr. Yu?"

Because of the high walls, the ground floor of the dormitory is darker than the second floor, but the inner room next to the tax office dormitory is slightly brighter.

Therefore, Uncle Yu's house has an extra small courtyard than other houses.

Mr. Yu was wearing a black silk jacket, which is rare in Jiachuan, with white socks and black cloth shoes, and was watering the flowers in the small courtyard.

They are all orchids, and they are growing very well. Orchids are suitable for such an environment.

"Just made a pair." While watering the flowers, Old Man Yu recited slowly: "The house is dark—I know—Lan Xing—Morning, the building is low—good to see—Swallows—Frequency. Xiao Zhouzhi, Duan Duan, okay?"

Zhou Zhi imitated Mr. Yu's tone: "Coarse tea - light rice - preserved - true taste, not bitter - bad mash not bitter - poor."

"Hey, it's still on!" Mr. Yu's face is smooth and fair, and there are no wrinkles. He looks 20 years younger than many of his peers. I think he was the kind of handsome young man back then, Brother Yu and Miss Six. It's all his inheritance.

"Be careful, old man, there is thick moss in the courtyard." The courtyard was full of orchids, and there was only a small passageway. It was difficult for Zhou Zhi to go in and help the old man out, so he could only stand on the edge of the courtyard and stretch out his hand.

"It's not that old yet." The old man put down the kettle and came out of the patio: "You're still clever, let me lay green bricks on the patio, so it won't be slippery."

"It's just that the light is a bit poor, and the flowers have to be changed from time to time." The old man wiped his hands with the handkerchief on the washbasin by the patio: "So that the rain and dew can be evenly covered."

"Well, my family smells the fragrance of flowers."

Now is the time when the orchids are in full bloom, and Zhou Zhi upstairs is also full of light.

"Haha." The old man said with a smile, "Is it more fragrant here?"

"The faint fragrance is far away, so no one smells it in front of you, not to mention that my family has a stronger one than the old man's here."

"where?"

"I have a lot of family members. Your family only smells it alone, and my family co-operates with five people. Now that the third sister has returned to her hometown, there are still four."

"This is an elegant thing. Are you counting heads with me?"

"The Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove, the Eight Immortals in the Drink, and the Four Aspects of Hairpin Flowers are just like counting heads."

"How long has it been since you've been here? The younger generation will benefit from resignation."

"I just came back from Manzhou, Miss Six bought some good things for you."

"What you said just now, do you want to be a lobbyist for her? Stop it as soon as possible."

"What! I bought it, but... I got the money from Little Sixth Sister."

"Play it and listen."

Zhou Zhi came to the record player in the living room, put on the record, put on the needle, turned on the switch, and the record started spinning leisurely.

As soon as the three big samples and four big boards sounded, the old man's eyes lit up: ""Taking Tiger Mountain by Outsmart"?"

"Model plays, five pieces! Do you think it's easy to buy some of this stuff for you?"

Tong Xiangling's steel voice sounded in the living room, and the old man sat down slowly on the chair: "It's really a good thing..."

This is a set of vinyl records of modern Peking Opera models, which were once sung all over the country. Many people of Zhou Zhi’s father’s generation can sing from beginning to end.

But in this year, it disappeared for a long time.

It wasn't until a few years later that the excerpts from "Taking Tiger Mountain Out of Wisdom" would appear on the Spring Festival Gala again.

Regardless of political factors, these model operas can indeed be called the pinnacle of modern Peking opera.

"Would you like to give you a can of hookah again?"

"I don't smoke when the orchids are in bloom." The old man closed his eyes and waved his hands.

After listening for a while, the old man finally opened his eyes: "Xiao Zhouzhi, thank you."

"I can't afford to be that, and neither can Little Sixth Sister." Zhou Zi said with a playful smile, "Old man, as long as you are happy."

"Is this what you came down today? Then I'm going to chase away the guests. Don't delay my listening to the show."

"One more thing. It is said that the Chinese New Year is coming, and grandma said that your embroidery patterns should be changed."

"I have to trouble your grandma this time every year..." Mr. Yu sighed, "Forget it, let's just let it go. After this year, I don't plan to die."

"Old man," Zhou Zhi thought for a while, "I heard that Aunt Yu used to be a maid in the house?"

"What maid!" The old man was a little annoyed, and then he said dullly, "Don't mention those things about Chen Guzi's rotten sesame seeds, I'm the one who dragged her down..."

"Don't be angry, old man." Zhou Zhi quickly explained, "I don't mean to look down on Aunt Yu at all."

"Don't mention whether it's a drag or not, Aunt Yu has never thought about it that way, has she?"

"What I mean is, if a person really has a soul in the sky, she should be more willing to let the old man keep this thought, right?"

The old man looked at Youlan in the courtyard, something flickered in his eyes.

"So I think that this embroidery pattern still has to be hung, not for myself, but also for the sake of Jiejie Yu."

Zhou Zhi thought for a while, and then seriously added: "Wei Jiang keeps his eyes open all night, in return for not raising his eyebrows in his life."

Old Master Yu closed his eyes again, and was silent for a long time: "I was wrong, Xiao Zhou, you go, the embroidery samples are all in the old camphor wood box under the bed in the bedroom."

"Then don't disturb the old man, you listen to the play, and leave the rest to me."

He walked into the old man's bedroom lightly and opened the box.

Inside the box are silks of various colors, embroidered with exquisite patterns.

Grandma is a country hand, and has always been envious of this kind of authentic and exquisite handicraft passed down in the city.

So every year, I will take the initiative to undertake this job, sew the embroidery pattern left by Aunt Yu to the cloth shell, then stretch it on the bottom plate, and put it into a photo frame for Uncle Yu to hang up.

But this time Zhou Zhi has another task.

There are many old objects in the elm box, which are probably left by Uncle Yu's house.

There were thieves in the house back then, and there were not many things left behind. Later, Uncle Yu directly put them under his bed.

But this uncle is not worried about Zhou Zhi, he has leaked all his family fortune.

Zhou Zhi was careful, there were several kinds of porcelain inside, the base was Yonggan type, and the appearance was intact.

There are also a few pieces that are clearly Hetian jade, as well as a few Diannan red court beads, jadeite snuff bottles and the like.

This thing is not expensive now, but in another 30 years...

There are also some documents that are also old, and all the certificates of public-private partnerships in those days are in it.

Finally, Zhou Zhi found what he wanted, a household registration book in a brown cardboard case.

Open it and look, inside is the family population handwritten by the staff in imitation Song style, and the name of Miss Sixth is on it.

Wrap the account book with an embroidery sample of Crane and Ganoderma lucidum, close the box again, push it under the bed, Zhou Zhi walked lightly to the living room, took the previously mounted embroidery sample from the wall, walked to the recliner and said softly: "Old man, I have chosen a picture of Ganoderma lucidum and fairy birds, then I will go back."

Mr. Yu still kept his eyes closed, and only waved his hand to show he understood.

Zhou Zhi went out, turned up the stairs, and then quickened his pace.

What the hell, except for going to Caiba to steal young people on the fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, this is the first time he has been a thief in his two lives, and he has already panicked a lot in his heart.

When I came to the house, I first dialed the number of Xiaoliujie's house, but there was no one, and then I wanted to call Xiaoliujie's shop. After dialing a few numbers, I realized that it was not possible. Finally, I remembered Zhu Dazhang's pager number, and then dialed it.

After thinking about the phone, Zhou Zhi picked up the phone: "Hello?"

"I am Zhu Dazhang, who is looking for me?"

"I am considerate."

"Oh my elbow!" Zhu Dazhang's voice suddenly became louder: "You're killing me!"

The voice in the microphone was really loud, Zhou Zhi hurriedly moved the microphone away from his ear: "What's wrong with me?"

"It wasn't your father that you were following that day?! The scratching that your little sixth sister gave me..."

"When did I say that was my dad?" Zhou Zhi was puzzled.

"It's not your father, what are you catching!" Zhou Zhi could already imagine Zhu Dazhang drooling wildly over there.

"It's none of your business!" At this time, the tobacco tycoon's aura must be suppressed, but he dared not speak loudly, so he lost some advantage: "If you make more trouble, it will be gone!"

"Ben'er? What book?" Then Zhu Dazhang suddenly thought of something, turned off the ignition, and his voice became cautious and faltering, worrying about gains and losses: "Elbow... Gudu...then... Ben'er...hukou book ?”

The singing of a model opera came from downstairs. The dormitory building of Zhou Zhi's house was U-shaped, and Mr. Yu had a radio broadcast in the well that day.

So I had no choice but to sneak around and whisper: "Yes, I got the household registration book."

"Ouch, my dear brother! Wait, I'll go right away!"

Hang up the phone after speaking.

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