Reborn to be rich

Chapter 17 Qin Opera
Everyone in Zhangjialing has changed their attitude towards money since they ate Hu spicy soup in the morning and then bought big sesame cakes.

Money is earned, not saved. Zhang Guodong kept instilling ideas in them, and finally made everyone less harsh on themselves than before.

After walking for a long time, some people actually blocked them from cutting wheat on the street, but Zhang Guodong refused because everyone hadn't eaten yet.

"How about going to this place to eat? Lao Sun's home cooks steamed buns." Zhang Guodong's later generations have eaten at their home many times, and the location of the store at that time was the same as it is now.

"Okay, Guodong, you decide!" Everyone started to salivate when they entered the restaurant. The smell of all kinds of meat here is too strong.

"Okay, I'll eat this steamed bun today! I heard a friend from Yao County talk about this place before when I was in the county." Zhang Guodong called for the menu and saw the price on the menu. It was still very affordable.

Boiled buns in broth are 3 cents, stewed vegetables are 4 cents, three delicacies are 5 cents, red oil is 5 cents, pork is 7 cents, beef is 8 cents, and mutton is 1 yuan.

Generally, poor people come here to eat something oily and watery. A bowl of red oil boiled buns can satisfy you. If you want more meat in the bowl, pork boiled buns are the most cost-effective, but Zhang Guodong still likes their beef boiled buns smell.

"Then one bowl of beef steamed buns, one bowl of mutton steamed buns, three bowls of pork, six bowls of red oil, all with three steamed buns, enough meat!" Zhang Guodong seemed familiar here, and the boss also When they were from villages near the county seat, they added a little amount to them when cooking buns.

Everyone was sweating profusely after eating a meal. Everyone lowered their heads and gnawed at the first time eating boiled buns. The strong smell of oil tasted so delicious at this time. Everyone applauded while eating, 5 Mo eats twice as much as an ordinary person, and in the end it is eaten by everyone.

After paying the bill, Zhang Guodong walked all the way to the southwest. When he left the county, he came across a small village. The wheat here seemed to have just begun to be harvested. As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the village, they were blocked by a person who wanted to harvest wheat.

This wheat owner has 6 mu of wheat in his home. It is agreed that the harvest will be finished in one afternoon based on the small farm, and the land costs 6 yuan per mu. Guodong and others no longer plan to harvest other wheat. Everyone came to their home together. inside.It only takes 5 hours to finish harvesting when you enter the wheat field at [-]:[-] p.m., and you get an early job.

After accepting Qian Guodong and leading a large number of people, they continued to walk southwestward. As they walked, there were fewer and fewer people who harvested wheat. When they arrived at an unknown town, they were attracted by a sound.

"It's an opera singer!" Wen Bin said happily after listening for a long time.

In the rural area of ​​Qin Province, big plays are usually sung during festivals and festivals. The people have no means of entertainment and are loyal to Qin Opera. Everyone can hum a few words.

"Don't leave here, let's go in and have a look." Guodong intends to be here, and his plan is to slowly approach Qindu City step by step, collect wheat all the way to Liquan County or Kun County, and finish harvesting there I went home directly for the last game, and the wheat at home was less than ten days away.

Walking into this small township street, it turns out that a group of villagers are entertaining themselves and singing at night. Most of them are over 50 years old. Guodong and others who are watching the theater are surrounded by a circle and find a place. location listen.

Zhang Guodong likes Qin opera, and he learned it from his second grandfather for a few days when he was a child. In his previous life, he also set up his own small opera troupe for the village in order to respond to the country's rural cultural construction.

Although the voices of these elderly uncles and aunts are not very good, their tunes are relatively accurate. Young people can’t do it when they are on stage. A moment of joy.

"Brother Guodong, go up and sing a section!" Zhang Wenbin pushed Zhang Guodong to come forward and sing a section too, and the local villagers all looked at him when they saw this handsome young man.

"Okay, I'll sing a section of Xiaosheng, gather firewood to persuade my brother, sir!" The uncle who played the board signaled Zhang Guodong to prepare. Zhang Guodong's later generations like to sing some old dramas, but now Xiaosheng is the most suitable for his age.

At first, there was a colorful tune, and everyone on the side found that the basic singing skills of this young Mai Ke were very rare. When it came to the stage of this tune, Zhang Guodong even performed the image of the opera niche to the fullest, winning the applause of everyone in the audience.

"Dad, when did my brother sing so well? I've never seen him sing the part of "Picking Firewood and Persuading My Brother"." Zhang Guotao looked at his brother in the field and attracted everyone's attention. He didn't remember his brother I have sung this opera in the village. There are quite a few people who can sing this opera, but very few people can sing it well.

"Maybe it was learned at school!" Zhang Chenglin said. There is only one high school in Yongkang County, and the counterpart of the high school is the Yongkang County Opera Academy. Because there is no tuition fee and a little subsidy is given every year, the children who can be recruited are more proud in the village than they are admitted to a technical secondary school.

"One more time!"

The audience roared, and even Zhang Jialing and the others followed suit. Zhang Guodong sang three verses in a row, especially the last verse "Sacrificial Lantern". On stage, everyone thought it was the theater troupe kicking the field.

There is a big playground at the entrance of the middle school in this township. After nine o’clock in the evening, everyone came back and set up a floor under the tree in the playground. Tonight, everyone saw a shop selling bean curd in the village, and they ate sesame cakes for only a dime. Everyone was satisfied. .

Early the next morning after washing up at the school, someone who needed to harvest wheat came forward to inquire. Zhang Guodong had negotiated the price and was about to assign people to go out. Looks like them are Mike.

"We occupied this place three days ago, please go to other places to find work!" A young man about 25 years old, who looks a bit like a social person, stood in front of everyone with 5 mikes.

"We harvested our own wheat and it didn't affect you. Besides, this place is not yours. What right do you have to ask others to leave?" Zhang Guodong walked in front of the social people, only to see that the other party was a little taller than himself, with muscles all over his body. It is not good stubble.

"Hehe, it's crazy! I think you are toasting and don't eat fine wine!" People from the society bullied themselves to meet him, and everyone in Zhangjialing surrounded Zhang Guodong from behind.

"I'm a guest, and I'm still the old way! You pick the place, and the time is right now. I'm alone and you all go." In this situation, you have to give in, or do a fight, and the loser leaves with his tail between his legs.

"Okay, you're quite arrogant, and I won't bully you. There is an abandoned wheat field behind the school that few people go to! Whoever admits that we are the first to admit it will take people out!" At this time, there were many wheat harvesters nearby. Watching quietly from the side, this kind of turf war between Mackers often happens, as long as someone waits, someone will leave, everyone is used to it.

"Guodong, why don't I come!" Uncle Nine whispered in Zhang Guodong's ear. Zhang Guodong would say that he admits it, but when it comes to fighting, he has been studying and he must not fight as much as himself.

"No, Uncle Nine! It will be over soon!" Zhang Chenglin and Zhang Guotao didn't show much worry at the side. They knew Zhang Guodong's skills, but the others didn't want to end up. , they shot together, even if they broke the rules, Zhang Guodong would not be injured.

"Okay, here it is!" The social youth took off his shirt, showing his lean muscles. He jumped on the spot, punching and gesticulating in the air.

Zhang Guodong also took off his clothes. Although his muscles were not as strong as the opponent's, they were more beautiful. Many wheat harvesters came to watch.

"Boy, be careful!" The social youth rushed forward quickly, a left uppercut only hit Zhang Guodong in the face, Zhang Guodong stepped back slightly to avoid the opponent's attack, at this time the opponent's heavy right punch had arrived.

Zhang Guodong didn't pay attention to the opponent's moves. He originally thought that he was a good opponent, but he didn't leave a little bit of strength for himself every time he attacked. Everyone relied on a ruthless effort, so they couldn't pose a threat to themselves.

The social youth didn't understand what was going on, but Zhang Guodong punched him on the right chin. The power of this punch far exceeded his expectations. Get up again.

With just one move, the vicious-looking young man fell to the ground, and everyone around him didn't see how he fell.

"Hongjun, how are you?" the oldest Maike called a few times, and the young man was about to get up, but he couldn't respond.

"What did you do to my brother Hongjun?"

"What did you do to him?"

The 5 Mikes who came following the young people from the society all surrounded Zhang Guodong, and everyone in Zhangjialing also gathered around at this time, surrounding all of them.

"We admit defeat!" A voice sounded from the ground, and the young man stood up tremblingly.

"Hongjun, are you alright?" A group of people breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the young people in society were alright.

"I'm fine, I lost today, let's leave immediately!" After speaking, he walked out, and Mike who came with him supported him, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Our wheat is already ripe, cut it for us first!" A wheat owner came to Zhang Guodong and gave him a cigarette.

"My house is the same. My house in Dachang has more than 8 mu!"

"My family has 6 acres..."

After a while, Zhang Guodong separated all the people, and all the wheat was close together and the ground was flat.

Zhangjialing and others have harvested here for 5 consecutive days. They do not prohibit other mikes from looking for work here, but every day after everyone in Zhangjialing has left, other scattered mikes will pick up jobs, which makes them harvest the wheat around the township. clean.

"It's been a long time here. The wheat in Liquan County is almost half harvested. Let's go directly to Kun County! I asked the tractor in Lubei today, and it costs 45 yuan to go to Lingyuan Township, Kun County. We Let's set off early tomorrow morning!" Zhang Guodong gathered everyone together in the tent at night and said, in fact, there will be more than one day's collection here in the end, and it was too late to go to Kun County and the opportunity was taken by others.

More than ten days passed, and everyone in Zhangjialing believed in Zhang Guodong. Zhang Chenglin had lost the ability to lead the group both on the surface and in reality.

The next day, when Zhang Guodong got on the tractor again and started transitioning, the time had already reached the annual Children's Day. On this day, Zhang Xiaoyue sang a five-star red flag at the June [-]st celebration jointly held by the whole township and won many awards. The praise from the leaders and teachers, this shining point that had never been seen in the world directly changed Zhang Xiaoyue's life.

With the memory of Zhang Guodong's previous life, harvesting wheat in Kun County was also very smooth. They walked all the way from south to north, and there were no other people in Zhangjialing who competed with others. In four days, they harvested all the way to the vicinity of Kun County.

"Today is already June 6th. We will go home directly on the last day of cutting tomorrow. Heizi said that he is going to the county town to buy a bicycle. We will take a taxi back to Yongkang county town in the morning of the day after tomorrow, and we will be home in the afternoon of the day after tomorrow." One day's worth of wheat, everyone ate the sesame seed cakes bought yesterday while drinking water at night.

It has been 18 days since I came out this time. Many people haven’t been away from home for so long. Uncle Jiu and Second Brother have been nagging their children for the past few days. Each of them has earned at least 130 or more for such a long time. Excluding the car Fees and expenses also saved more than 100 yuan.The feeling of being rich makes everyone discuss how to use so much money every night. Heizi and his father have decided to buy a bicycle and ride home when they return to the county.

Every year, Zhangjialing begins to harvest wheat from June 6th to 8th. On June 10th, Zhang Guodong and others did not finish harvesting wheat at 6:5 p.m. Half an mu, with an income of more than 11 yuan, which is considered a very good day.

In the early morning of June 6, after rejecting several wheat owners who asked to harvest wheat, Zhang Guodong and others packed up and saluted and walked towards the Dalu National Highway. The shuttle buses from Chang'an or Qindu to Yongkang, Binzhou, Changwu and other counties were all gone. You can wait for the shuttle bus on the road, and a group of people saw a northbound shuttle bus coming without waiting for a while.

"Where are you going?" A shirtless young man with the car came down and asked.

"Yongkang County, how much is 11 people?" Zhang Guodong saw that the car happened to belong to Yongkang County, so it should be the car of the Wu family brothers.

"Get in the car! One yuan and five yuan per person, and 11 yuan for the 16 of you." They returned to Yongkang County from Chang'an early in the morning, which is only more than 20 kilometers away from Yongkang County. It is a windfall to get a few people. .

When I got on the bus, I felt that the bus was still comfortable to sit on. The sound was quiet and the speed was fast. It took only 20 minutes for everyone to return to Yongkang County.

"Go buy a bike!" As soon as he got out of the car, Heizi, who was still a little motion sick, became energetic. He dragged his father to buy a bike. This time, the father and son earned a total of 298 yuan, enough to buy a bike. , except for the second brother who already has a bicycle, everyone else showed envious expressions.

"Dad, brother, let's buy a bicycle too!" Seeing that Heizi's family wanted to buy a bicycle, Zhang Guotao yelled to buy one too.

"Ask your brother, he earned more than half of the money, and he bought it when he said it!" Zhang Chenglin actually wanted to buy a car in his heart, because his family had to walk far away, and it was not convenient to go to the countryside. .

"Alright then! Buy a bicycle, and then buy some twists for Xiaoyue and Guorui."

Zhang Chenglin went to the restroom and took out 300 yuan hidden in his clothes. This time he returned home with more than 741 yuan. In addition to Zhang Wenbin's 127 yuan, the father and son earned 20 yuan in less than 614 days.

(End of this chapter)