Rebirth started in 1987

Chapter 39 My [-]

Today is the 28th of the twelfth lunar month in [-] in the lunar calendar, and the [-]th of February in [-] in the Gregorian calendar.

In the Spring Festival of [-], there are still two days left.

Walking on the streets at the end of the 80s, the scenery that was incompatible with later generations made Ye Huai'an's pace slow down a bit.

There is still unmelted snow on both sides of the street. Many public shops have closed, but the small private shops in the streets and alleys are still bustling.

Not far away, a group of children are playing, and the occasional sound of firecrackers is announcing that the Spring Festival is coming!
Ye Huai'an tucked his hands into his sleeves, walked slowly, looked slowly, he was not in a hurry.

From rebirth to now, just eight days have passed.

In eight days, I have gone through the most difficult days. In eight days, I rely on my own mind and hands to give myself and my relatives a foothold!
Without the pressure of money, Ye Huai'an felt extremely relaxed at the moment.

At the door of an unknown store on the street, there is a stereo, and there is a burst of passionate music coming from it.

"Oh yeah...I love you so much, I don't know what you're thinking..."

Ye Huai'an smiled, this is the voice of the times!

Ye Huai'an had no purpose, put his hands in his pockets, sometimes raised his head, sometimes listened, feeling the different people and things in this era.

Just walking to an uphill place ahead, there was a strenuous "Ouch".

Ye Huai'an quickly raised his head, and saw an old man in front of him, pulling a homemade wooden cart uphill.

The unmelted snow water made the ground a bit slippery, and the old man tried his best to keep the cart from sliding down.

The cart was full of old newspapers and other rags.

Ye Huai'an hesitated for a moment, then took his hands out of his pockets, trotted forward, and helped him from behind.

Feeling the strength behind him, the old man glanced behind him, and because of the difficulty on his face, he responded with a smile on his face, but before he had time to thank him, he felt his feet slippery, so he could only pull the scooter forward desperately.

The uphill road was hundreds of meters long, and the cart was full of old newspapers, which were heavy and heavy. The old and the young were trying their best to push the cart up.

When he got to a gentle place, the old man let go of the leash on his shoulders, his face flushed slightly, he turned around and shouted at Ye Huai'an who was bending over and panting.

"Young man, thank you so much, my house is right in front, let's go in and have a glass of water!"

The strength just now made Ye Huai'an really thirsty, so he smiled and nodded in agreement.

This old man looks at least 70 years old, but his strength is really not small. Just now Ye Huai'an almost slipped and fell several times, but the old man in front can still hold the cart without slipping, this is real strength.

Ye Huai'an glanced back at the downhill road, and couldn't help but feel heart palpitations, grandma, if the old man hadn't stabilized just now, and the cart backed up and pressed on him, his small body, he probably had to confess here.

At this moment, the old man had already pulled on the cart and walked forward, Ye Huai'an hurriedly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This old man not only has a lot of strength, but also fights hard. It's the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, and he is pulling a cart to collect junk. It seems that the family is not very harmonious!

Even though the road was flat, Ye Huai'an still put his hands on the back of the cart, helping to push it casually.

Most of the old newspapers in the cart are newspapers from [-], which were probably packaged and sold by some units at the end of the year. Many newspapers look quite new.

Ye Huai'an took a closer look, and saw a lot of news headlines with a sense of the times.

Many people from the era in his memory also appeared in the newspapers. Those old days are just news that has just come out. Ye Huai'an couldn't help feeling and sighing!

I saw the headline in one of the newspapers: "Ma Shengli, a good factory manager who always thinks about the interests of the country and the people"

Seeing the name Ma Shengli, Ye Huai'an shook his head helplessly.

This person who left a deep imprint on the times at the end of the 80s can be regarded as a legend.

This man proposed to contract state-owned enterprises in [-], and in the next few years, he achieved great success. Because of his success, the higher-ups also opened the bloody road to state-owned enterprise contracting.

Just in the past 320, the profit of the SJZ paper mill contracted by him has exceeded [-] million yuan.

You know, before [-], this paper mill was still losing money, and it didn't even pay the workers' wages.

In [-], as the country's top newspapers praised Ma Shengli, his career reached its peak.

It was also this year that he started the first round of large-scale contracting of state-owned enterprises.

In just one or two years, his Shengli Group has contracted more than 100 paper mills across the country!
The flowers are blooming, and the fire is cooking oil!

Like another rich man surnamed Ma in later generations, the director of the horse factory lost himself in the applause and flowers.

Of course, the ending of the rich man surnamed Ma in later generations was much better than this one, at least he enjoyed the glory and wealth.

And this one, just a few years later, was completely abandoned.

Times create individuals, and troubled times produce heroes!

In Ye Huai'an's old newspapers, he saw familiar names again and again.

It was also this year that countless foreign companies entered China.

Motorola, Unilever, Danone, Nestle...

Of course, there is a company that will become more famous in the hearts of Chinese people in later generations.

That is KFC!

This kind of foreign fast food has dominated some domestic fields for decades, and even influenced a generation of young people.

Of course, in addition to these familiar names, there are more names and individuals in these newspapers, but in just three to 40 years, those companies and individuals have already disappeared in the long river of history.

Ye Huai'an was thinking, when the cart in front of him suddenly stopped, and the old man's voice sounded.

"Here it is, boy, come in and have a glass of water!"

Ye Huai'an also recovered from his emotions, raised his head, and saw that he had arrived in front of a dilapidated small courtyard.

This is an old house with a long history, but it looks like it also had a glorious past. It is all built of blue bricks, and the design of the house looks a bit quaint.

But those things have already become a thing of the past. Now this house is full of rags, bottles, cans, old newspapers, and old cardboard boxes. Once you enter the house, there is a strange smell that has been fermented for 360 days, which makes Ye Huai'an's nose twitch. few times.

Ye Huai'an suddenly regretted allowing the old man to enter the house to drink water.

But thinking about it in a blink of an eye, Ye Huai'an felt relieved, and smiled helplessly, everyone has their own life, whether others are doing well, why should I interfere, I am just an accidental stranger, just drinking saliva.

Ye Huai'an entered the room calmly, thanked the old man for the chair with a smile, sat casually in the hall, and took the enamel cup handed over by the other party. There were a few tea leaves in it, which was quite elegant. cup to drink tea.

Although the old man was very enthusiastic, he didn't talk much. He sat alone at the door, drinking tea from a tea mug.

Ye Huai'an looked around at the house, chatting with the old man briefly, while flipping through old newspapers scattered all over the floor.

The old newspapers on the cart just now were quite interesting, Ye Huai'an had time anyway, so he talked to the old man.

The old man obviously didn't have any objections, and thoughtfully found a lot of newspapers for Ye Huai'an, covering all kinds of news.

"Cross the Great Wall and go to the world!"

In 20, September NO.[-], Chinese people came into contact with the Internet for the first time.

In November, Yangcheng launched my country's first TACS analog cellular mobile phone system.

The first batch of users has [-] quotas, and Huaxia has officially entered the era of mobile phones.

The era of "Big Brother" is here!

……

This year, the entertainment industry at home and abroad and in Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan began to part ways.

Domestic Dream of Red Mansions, Red Sorghum, Furong Town...!
The true qualities of a hero in Harbor, the prison situation, a Chinese ghost story...!
The information in these newspapers was messy, but the contents above made Ye Huai'an's whole heart immersed in it.

This blend of memory and reality, the collision and loss of the old era, and the expectation and ambition of the new era, a kind of pride surged in Ye Huai'an's heart!
My [-]!
It's a thing of the past!

New era!

I will conquer!

(End of this chapter)