Chen Xun said in a deep voice: "I would like to hear this."

"You city people, do you know what Tiliu is?" I saw the confused faces of the students around me: "It seems that I don't know. What about paying public grain? I think... you have never experienced rural people carrying grain to the station in large and small cars.

The scenes of handing in public grains, and you have to give gifts to the stationmaster when you hand in public grains. In better areas, the public grains paid each year can account for one-third of the total output. In poorer areas, the public grains paid in a year sometimes exceed

half of total production.”

"What exactly do you want to say?"

"****** Do you know how many farmers have died, and how many people in the city have died? Haha, the starvation death of people in the imperial capital may attract international attention. No one may even know about the death of farmers in the mountains even if they have a household registration. That

Don't mention imports to me. Then where do you think the food rationed by the city people comes from? The quality of life of the people in the imperial capital has nothing to do with me? Without the majority of farmers paying public food for so many years, your parents, grandparents, and grandparents would have starved to death.

"

"Where did you hear this fallacy?"

Lin Yue curled his lips: "Ignorant."

Young people don't know how dangerous the world is, and he has no obligation to explain anything to them.

"Is that why you targeted us?"

"No, this is not the most important reason. The most important thing is that my uncle risked his life and saved seven people in the imperial capital before sending me to Experiment 1 to stand on the same starting line as you. If possible, I would rather him

Be an ordinary farmer." Lin Yue spat at his feet: "Bah~" stood up and walked outside.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Who harmed your uncle..."

When Chen Xungang was about to retaliate, Qiao Ran grabbed his arm and said, "If you were in his position, you might be more extreme."

"So, you mean to let us give in to him?"

"Why do you always have to argue with him? If you can't get along, just ignore him?"

"I just can't stand him acting like everyone else owes him."

Qiao Ran didn't argue with him and patted Zhao Ye on the shoulder: "Have you finished eating?"

The silly big man put the last bit of rice into his mouth and nodded: "It's finished."

Qiao Ran said: "After eating, let's go play basketball."

"good."

…

Lin Yue left the classroom and went to the warehouse to collect his school uniform from the teacher on duty. He was not a person with regional discrimination. After all, he had entered the world of movies and TV series before and had been a soldier in Wuhan and a Hunanese.

Having lived in Jiangsu and living in Toronto, maybe one day he will have to talk about Beijing movies. The reason why he is so aggressive here is to complete the task.

Someone is playing football on the lawn of the playground, girls are cheering in the stands, there are students with sports specialties running in vests and shorts on the plastic track, and the flag on the tip of the pole in the distance is fluttering in the wind.

Comparing the grassless lawn, the circular track covered with dirt, and the open-air basketball court made of red bricks in a small county town, Lin Yue shook his head and was speechless.

Evening self-study, Big Horse Monkey wandered in the corridor for a long time, sometimes peeking in through the back window, sometimes standing silently at the window between the front door and the back door, looking like a supervisor who wouldn't let me slack off.

Teachers of that era were not yet open to cram schools, nor were they able to link up with bookstore owners, nor were they able to trick students with poor grades into enrolling in some pheasant universities to earn rebates.

Da Mahou's behavior seemed obscene, and Chen Xun, Zhao Ye and the others spoke with disdain, but Lin Yue had exactly the opposite idea.

At about eight o'clock in the evening, the bell rang for the end of get out of class. Lin Yue packed up his books and stuffed them into the drawer below. He got up and left the classroom. He pushed out the Phoenix bicycle left by his uncle in the carport and walked towards the school gate.

Chen Xun and Qiao Ran were waiting for Zhao Ye. When they saw him pushing his bicycle, they said in a strange way: "I thought it was some teacher."

Lin Yue looked at Qiao Ran's mountain bike, Chen Xun's variable-speed bicycle, and then at the bulky Phoenix bicycle in front of him, and said with the same strangeness: "Only a guy with a deep sense of inferiority would show off his parents' assets to seek some psychological comfort.

"

Chen Xun's face turned ugly.

Lin Yue was too lazy to pay attention to him and continued walking forward.

At this time, there was a ringing sound from behind, and Kong Lingcao and He Sha pushed their bicycles to Chen Xun and Qiao Ran.

"Did that person say nasty things again?"

Qiao Ran said nothing.

Bellflower looked at Chen Xun and said, "Don't worry, I will help you vent your anger tomorrow."

…

Twenty minutes later, Lin Yue threw his bicycle into the carport downstairs of Tongzi and turned around and entered the corridor.

Originally, based on his uncle's qualifications, he could have been allocated a house if he got married a few years ago. However, because he was single, there was no room allocation. For so many years, his uncle has been living in a tube building in the old district, with toilets and washrooms.

The room is shared, and you can set up a table in the corridor outside the door to cook, and put the gas stove up. Every weekend at noon and night, everything from the first floor to the fifth floor is shrouded in oil smoke. You will know that your neighbors are not going out today.

Should I eat braised pork or scrambled eggs with leeks?

After his uncle was buried, the railway bureau did not take back the single room, but gave the right to use it to Lin Yue, promising that he could live here before he was admitted to college. The bureau's canteen, bathroom and other public facilities would also be open to him.

There is a bed, a desk, a dining table, two chairs, and a 19-inch color TV in a room of more than 10 square meters. The signal line is connected to a simple antenna outside the window. I don’t know how much it can receive.

A station.

Throwing the school uniform bag on the bed, Lin Yue picked up the hot water bottle on the dining table near the door, poured a glass of warm water into the white porcelain cup with "Beijing-Kowloon Line Opening Commemoration" printed on it, picked it up and took a sip.

In 1999, the imperial capital did not have the neon lights that an international metropolis should have. The old tube building of the Railway Bureau was filled with a strong smell of cigarettes. From time to time, men and women were quarreling next door, or children were crying to watch.

The cry of Saint Seiya.

Lin Yue found a pottery pot on the balcony over the desk. Several heads of garlic were planted in the pot. The bright green garlic seedlings had grown very tall. He looked through the desk drawer and found a pair of scissors, which were almost a foot long.

I cut some garlic sprouts and tied them into small handfuls, and poured some water into the pottery pot.

There was a cardboard box under the bed. He pulled it out and took a look. Inside was neatly stacked Huafeng Sanxian Yi Noodles. Now that Tongyi and Master Kong are developing rapidly, it’s thanks to his uncle that he can still buy this kind of old noodles without sauce buns.

brand.

He casually took out a bag, crushed the flour cake into pieces, tore open the flour packet, poured some into the bag, shook it evenly, then took a small handful and put it in his mouth.

It is said that this way of eating is the favorite of those born in the 1980s. By the time Lin Yue was in elementary school, there were already dry noodles or dry noodles.

"The taste...is pretty good."

Lin Yue took a look at the very confusing instant noodles pattern on the packaging bag, and then looked at the noodle pieces dipped in seasoning powder. He felt that they were better than the Little Tiger Team crispy noodles or Little Raccoon crispy noodles he bought when he was in elementary school.

It's delicious. Speaking of the latter two kinds of crispy noodles, he still has the urge to scold the manufacturer, deceiving children's feelings or something, and he must go to tongue-pulling hell.

I still remember that in order to collect the cards of the 108 generals of the Water Margin, I stole the money my family put in the drawer to buy crispy noodles. Later, when the incident came out, I was almost beaten to death by my father.

After eating the instant noodles and throwing the packaging bag into the trash can, Lin Yue lay fully clothed on the bed and stared at the mottled ceiling in a daze.

That Year in a Hurry? This drama is about that year in a hurry for rich people.

I played BP machines in high school, rode a variable-speed bicycle in school, Qiao Ran’s PS2 game console, Fang Hui’s mother’s Four Circles, Su Kai’s Kawasaki 9R, Zheng Xue and Qiao Ran who can go abroad casually, Fang Hui...

Today's movies and TV series are becoming more and more exaggerated, more and more alienated from the public, and more and more anxious, but this has nothing to do with him. He is here to complete the task and experience the lush years of the post-80s generation. As for the characters in the drama, Female, main and supporting characters... I really don't have a favorite.

At least in her opinion, Fang Hui, Lin Jiamo, and Shen Xiaotang combined are not as beautiful as Ye Lanqiu or Su Han.

Of course, if given the opportunity to pry Chen Xun's corner, he would still be very happy - everything shouldn't be able to be excused with "Whose youth has no regrets" or "I was young and not mature enough", right?

Never mind it, anyway, my main mission is "Since ancient times, deep love cannot be retained, only scumbags can win people's hearts." Since these women have to suffer some emotional injuries when they mature, it is better to let him be the one who can't quit and can't forget in the school days. of boys.

The next morning, he got up from bed and gave half a kilogram of garlic sprouts cut last night to a middle-aged man across the room whose wife had a chronic disease. He got on the Phoenix bicycle downstairs and rode towards the school. He walked halfway to the school. When I saw the teenagers gathered in front of me, I was stunned.
Chapter completed!