Rebirth to 90s: Start from Scratch

When Zhang Qianxiu saw He Daoxun again, he looked very old and thin.

Ji Yinyao usually works in the field, keeping every step of the way, for fear that when he turns around, He Daoxun will leave.

"He's old." Zhang Qianxiu sighed silently in his heart, and asked, "Why did you become ill after half a month?"

He Daoxun insisted and said, "It's okay, I can't die."

Ji Yinyao said from the side: "Suddenly vomited two days ago, and also vomited blood. Fortunately, when I was eating during the day, I hurried to find people in the village, asked them to call for help, and invited Elder Ge over. Life."

Su Yuwei took a small stool, sat down beside He Daoxun, and said warmly, "Master, you can live with us in the county seat!"

He Daoxun smiled kindly and said, "My boy, my body used to cause trouble for you, so I won't go."

Su Yuwei was sad, she had already said what she should say before, and she said it again, but it was just a repetition.

But it still has to be said.

Su Yuwei persuaded: "Master, you have to take care of your body, and your wife is not in good health. She has to take care of you. She is also struggling."

"You go to our place, don't talk about anything else, you don't need to worry about your wife when you eat."

Zhang Qianxiu also said, "Yes, Mr. He, you have to think about it for Granny Ji."

Ji Yinyao said again and again: "I'm fine, I'm fine, what kind of suffering have I not suffered? The hardest days have come, these are nothing."

He Daoxun raised his head to look at Ji Yinyao, and sighed for a long time: "You are also a young lady, literate since childhood, read the four books well, followed me, and suffered."

Ji Yinyao smiled and said: "Old man, don't talk nonsense, follow you, it's already pretty good, and it's much more than the big family that we are inferior to."

In those days, what kind of big family you were, it didn't work.

Even if you have a black hat, you don't know when you will lose it.

In those days, everyone was in danger for fear of standing on the wrong team.

Zhang Qianxiu squatted down beside He Daoxun and said, "Old He, I know that if you don't go to our side, you are afraid of causing us trouble."

"To say something bad is actually for your little self-esteem."

"Although Weiwei and I have not known you for a long time, you are her master. In my heart, you are considered half of my elders. Taking care of your two elders may cause some trouble for ordinary people. But for us, it’s just an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks."

"I don't lack money, you know. Even if you go to my place to eat for thirty or fifty years, you won't be able to eat me."

"Just for this point of self-esteem, is it worth it that it's worth it that it's too late to suffer here with you?"

He Daoxun shook his head: "My self-esteem is long gone. This is not self-esteem, this is solar terms."

"It's just right for a son to raise his father."

"Even if the apprentices provide for the master to provide for the elderly, it makes sense."

"But when I accepted Weiwei this child, I already said that we only teach, and don't talk about those imaginary heads."

When He Daoxun accepted Su Yuwei, he was already ill. He Daoxun respected the traditional relationship between master and apprentice in his heart.

The traditional relationship between master and apprentice can be understood by looking at the former master of the sketch, the relationship between Zhao Moushan and his apprentice, and the relationship between the master and apprentice of the "Deyun Society" in the cross talk world. It is not too much to sympathize with father and son.

Of course, there may still be a certain degree of interest.

Regardless of the relationship between Peking Opera, cross talk or sketch, the relationship between master and apprentice is actually inherited from the relationship between master and apprentice of Confucianism.

He Daoxun is a typical Confucianism, still deeply rooted.

But among Confucian masters and apprentices, the master also has to pay for the apprentice, not just teaching, but also educating people.

He Daoxun thought that he didn't pay much to Su Yuwei, so he was unwilling to go to Zhang Qianxiu's side and let them take care of himself.

Zhang Qianxiu said: "Old Ho, even if you don't think about it, you are willing to have no one to inherit your full economy."

"It's all in the academic books. Even if I didn't teach it, Weiwei would have something to do in the future." He Daoxun said.

Zhang Qianxiu said: "Reading, you still need the guidance of a famous teacher, so that you can understand quickly."

Su Yuwei also said: "Master, you have taught me these days, which has benefited me a lot, and it is also beneficial to my life. I want you to teach me more."

"You have always said that you want to teach me piano, chess, calligraphy, and calligraphy. I don't have much time. You are still teaching Confucian classics. When I learn piano, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy, I don't know when."

He Daoxun was silent for a moment. He has been studying Chinese culture all his life, studying piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

He is now an ordinary rural old man, and no one pays attention to him. At most, the villagers know that he Daoxun is an old scholar.

But how high his level is He Daoxun, the mud legs in the countryside don't understand!

Even if he is old, he occasionally plays a section of "Mountain and Flowing Water", and the sound of the piano is full of hard-to-find confidants. Young people think it is noise, not as good as the pop music on the recorder.

He wrote a cursive script to show his generosity and consciously majestic spirit. Everyone saw it and thought it was a ghost painting symbol.

Although there are only two black and white pieces of Go, there are endless changes. A board can show wisdom and fight fiercely. Everyone thinks it is not as interesting as poker.

Traditional Chinese painting emphasizes artistic conception, with white paper and black ink as the mainstay, which can outline the magnificent mountains and rivers and the world, but after all, it can't match the brightly colored star posters.

Whenever he encounters such a thing, He Daoxun can only sigh secretly in his heart, sighing that there is no successor to Chinese Studies.

He Daoxun felt a little relieved until he met Zhang Qianxiu, Su Yuwei and Ge Qingshan.

He Daoxun wanted to teach Su Yuwei's heart, but others couldn't understand it.

Seeing that He Daoxun did not immediately refuse, Zhang Qianxiu turned to look at Ji Yinyao: "Mr. Ji, please help persuade!"

"You can't bear to watch Ho Lao a hundred years later, and still have regrets!"

Zhang Qianxiu's words are not good, but everyone knows in their hearts, including He Daoxun himself, that his time is running out, and it is unknown whether there is still a year left.

Ji Yinyao is also entangled in her heart. She knows what kind of temper He Daoxun is, and he must be unhappy when she speaks by herself.

But what Zhang Qianxiu said was not wrong, and she herself felt more and more powerless. She didn't say anything, she was afraid that one day she would walk in front of He Daoxun, leaving He Daoxun alone in this world without anyone taking care of it.

"Dao Xun! Or just go!" Ji Yinyao said cautiously.

He Daoxun glanced at Ji Yinyao, opened his mouth, and didn't know what to say.

Su Yuwei said: "Master, move over and live with us!"

Su Yuwei was so persuaded that she didn't know what to say, so she could only say this.

He Daoxun was silent for a long time, but still shook his head: "Don't go!"

Zhang Qianxiu really couldn't understand what He Daoxun was insisting on and what he had to insist on.

In the case of He Daoxun, he was replaced by an ordinary old man, and someone came in over and over again, and even if he couldn't get through the face, he would just leave.

But He Daoxun just doesn't let go.

After persuading him for more than an hour, He Daoxun's spirit couldn't hold it, so he had to help him in to rest first.

Zhang Qianxiu and Su Yuwei were sitting in the yard trying to find a way, but in fact there was no way to think of it.

Zhang Qianxiu said, "Why don't we force He Lao over?"

Su Yuwei thought for a while and shook her head: "I guess it won't work. I tried it that day, and the master almost got ill."

Zhang Qianxiu was silent for a moment, and said, "Find someone to take care of He Lao and them! Actually, it doesn't cost much. The set of tableware He Lao gave me will probably be able to provide them with old age after selling it."

Zhang Qianxiu has no interest in antiques, nor can he read it. That set of tableware should be real. If it is really official kiln porcelain, it shouldn’t be a problem if you don’t say tens of millions or a set of hundreds of thousands. And those red sandalwood and huanghuali are valuable things.

From a monetary point of view, even if He Daoxun was given the end of his life, Zhang Qianxiu would not suffer.

Su Yuwei can't help it: "Okay! I'll just go find someone at that time. I have some money, and you don't need to pay it out."

Zhang Qianxiu was silent for a while, and did not insist on giving something: "Okay!"

"Go ahead! I'll do it here. You can pick me up this afternoon." Su Yuwei said, "You have a lot of messy things."

Zhang Qianxiu didn't insist on staying either. It was useless for him to stay. He greeted Ji Yinyao and left first.

Zhang Qianxiu went to the official first, he was going to spend money to get an account first, and then think of a way to set up two companies.

These days, Zhang Qianxiu often deals with officials, and the officials also have some relations. Registering a new account is not a big problem.

People nowadays don't really care about these things at all, as long as they speak up, it's trivial.

The department above the account must wait a few days for the information to be entered. After all, a complete household registration is required, the "person" must have a complete track, and materials such as birth and reading must be prepared just in case. Therefore, all departments of the information have to go through it again.

Fortunately, there is currently no Internet. Write a certificate, fill in all the information, and affix a seal. The staff will fill in the information you submitted and will not go to the field investigation at all.

After I came out of the government, I went to the factory again. There was no trouble. The factory was basically on track.

At night, when Zhang Qianxiu went to pick up Su Yuwei, He Daoxun really didn't want to come with him.

On the way home, Su Yuwei said: "I walked around the village today and got to know a little bit. I think there is an aunt who is not bad. I asked my wife and he also said that the aunt is not bad."

"I'm thinking, I will discuss with that aunt the other day, let him go and take care of the master and them."

Zhang Qianxiu nodded: "Yes!"

"I'm going to buy a car and run more here in the future." Su Yuwei said again.

These days, Zhang Qianxiu sent Su Yuwei to school in the morning. Su Yuwei often drove her. She learned things very quickly, and there was basically no problem in driving.

Zhang Qianxiu said, "Then buy it!"

"At that time, I will transfer money to you!"

Su Yuwei said: "I don't need your money, my money should be enough."

"How much money do you have now?" Zhang Qianxiu asked.

"Eighty thousand!" Su Yuwei answered casually.

Zhang Qianxiu was stunned for a moment: "So much? Just made a book?"

Writing books to make money is not an easy job.

Looking at the great writers of the past dynasties, you can see that their remuneration may be much higher than that of ordinary people, but in fact, in most cases, the remuneration income of most writers cannot support their well-off life.

Eighty thousand yuan, in this era, has been able to live a well-off life.

Su Yuwei smiled softly: "Do you still care about the 80,000? Didn't you say you were going to get the 50 million yesterday? How many times are they 80,000?"

Zhang Qianxiu also smiled, jokingly said: "I didn't see it, you are still a rich little woman."

"The little rich woman doesn't sound very nice, so change her name." Su Yuwei groaned.

Zhang Qianxiu thought for a while and said, "I thought of a word, Bai Fumei."

Su Yuwei hadn't heard the word before, glared at Zhang Qianxiu, pursed her lips and smiled: "What is this word? You screamed yourself."