Qian Wen loved hearing Han Chunming's non-joking words.
I feel relieved to be friends with Han Chunming.
"You are going with the old man. You also know that I am not good at this kind of thing."
Qian Wen took the cigarette pole handed to him by Mr. Guan. It was made entirely of copper and had a telescopic pole. Qian Wen also saw the two letters of *** that represented his identity.
This old object does not mean that the older it is, the more valuable it is. Some objects used by ordinary people are not valuable apart from their archaeological value. Only old objects endorsed by celebrities are truly valuable objects, and they are also the most valuable ones for people.
I like collecting objects because they have a sense of history.
The Elgin cigarette stick in Qian Wen's hand was endorsed by a celebrity. Not to mention its value, at least it would be valuable to collect.
"Master!"
Seeing what Qian Wen said, Han Chunming came up to Mr. Guan with a wide grin on his face and a smile like a chrysanthemum.
Mr. Guan paid no attention to his apprentice. How could he not know and be familiar with his apprentice?
Mr. Guan looked at Qian Wen and asked curiously, "Can you understand? Don't you like this thing?"
Qian Wen chuckled and gently placed the cigarette rod in front of the old man without any nostalgia at all. "What a coincidence, I happen to know the origin of this object.
Elgin, Sino-British Beijing Treaty, right?"
"Hey, you really understand." Mr. Guan nodded and said with a smile.
The two were chatting casually, while Han Chunming was waiting a little impatiently. He felt itchy looking at the cigarette stick, but the master was talking, and he couldn't interrupt without discipline. He could only wait aside as if scratching his ears and cheeks.
But those eyes almost fell off the cigarette pole on the table.
At this time, Mr. Guan glanced at Han Chunming and said in a deep voice, "Sun thief, why are you still here?"
This means that Han Chunming should go away and stop worrying about his things.
"Haha, Master, look at this thing..." Han Chunming licked his face, smiled sweetly, and wanted the old man to give it to him. He looked like he really liked it, especially the one that passed through his hands. He missed it like this.
He couldn't sleep at night.
"Hurry up, be careful not to let Mr. Qian force you out!" Mr. Guan glared. He also liked this object, but he hadn't played with it enough yet.
"Master..." Han Chunming still didn't want to give up, and wanted to have a hard time. He believed that sincerity would lead to success.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, he was startled by Qian Wen sitting beside him, "Let's go, since the old man said I won't give it to you, then don't wait any longer.
Aren’t we eating dumplings tonight? Don’t go back late and lick the plate.”
"Aaaaaaaah~~"
Han Chunming was dragged out of the main room by Qian Wen.
The two of them stood in the small courtyard, Han Chunming rubbed his shoulders, "You grew up eating cows, why are you getting stronger and stronger?"
"Okay, don't be poor. If you really like that object, wait until the old man has played with it enough, and then you can rub it hard.
Come on, I have something for you, come to my room."
Qian Wen said, gave Han Chunming a follow-up look, and walked towards his room.
Mr. Guan, who was in the main room, heard their words, smiled softly, and carefully played with the cigarette rod.
Han Chunming rubbed his shoulders and followed Qian Wen into the side room. He watched Qian Wen turn on the light in the room and sat on a chair in the room casually, as if waiting for him to speak.
.
As for the old cigarette stick, after the old man has had enough fun with it, he will try it again by rubbing it hard and soaking it.
Seeing that Han Chunming had found a place to sit by himself, Qian Wen went about his business and started rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find clothes.
After a while, Qian Wen dug out two sets of sky blue clothes. Only the cuffs were slightly mended, making them clean and tidy.
"Here." Qian Wen put his body on the table.
"My aunt also asked you for it." Han Chunming understood what he meant when he saw that the clothes he was getting were clothes. He just came back from shopping, and his aunt praised Su Meng in the backyard and also gave him some clothes.
He praises other girls for being beautiful and kind-hearted. Well, he thinks so himself.
"No, but I met Su Meng, and I learned about it from Su Meng.
Don't think twice, it's fine as long as it's been mended." Qian Wen said.
"Hey, you're hurting me." Han Chunming showed an expression that he didn't like to hear, and then he didn't dislike it at all. He looked ashamed, picked up the two clothes, smelled the fragrance of flowers on the tip of his nose, and said in surprise, "Why do you still have clothes?
The fragrance is just like that of a girl’s house.”
"Go, go, go, hurry up." Qian Wen said, "I made my own soap, mixed it with some spices, and made it fragrant. It's from a girl's house."
Han Chunming smiled at Qian Wen and said, "Let's go." He walked towards the door, but after taking a few steps, he seemed to have thought of something and stopped hurriedly and took out the remaining four cents from his pocket.
Looking at Qian Wen, "I almost forgot, here is the remaining money."
Qian Wen took it with a smile and sent Han Chunming to the door. At the door, Han Chunming asked curiously how he knew he would encounter the cigarette pole. Qian Wen stretched out his hand and pinched it, and Han Chunming turned it over.
Roll your eyes and leave.
When he saw the person walking away, Qian Wencai closed the door tightly and returned to the main room.
We don’t go out anymore, and there are few entertainment programs now. Every household has finished their meal, chatted for a while, and then turned off the lights and went to sleep.
When Qian Wen entered the main room, he saw that the old man was still playing with the cigarette pole, and asked with a smile, "It's too late to braise the pork head tonight. Can we eat some fried peanuts first and heat up the lunch dish?"
Mr. Guan waved his hand, "As long as you have wine."
Qian Wen went to work.
They both do the cooking, Qian Wen does it at home, and if Qian Wen comes back late after going out, the old man does it. They just live together and live together, whatever makes it comfortable.
Soon, the meal was ready and the dishes were served. Qian Wen turned on the radio and listened to it while the two of them ate leisurely.
Today's radios are big items, and not every household may have one. If anyone has one, it is a treasure. Qian Wen got tickets from the black market and bought this thing to relieve the boredom of the old man and himself.
Do you know that getting married these days requires three turns and one ring to get a wife? As long as you have four things: a bicycle, an electric fan, a sewing machine, and a radio, you can marry a complete yellow flower girl who can cook and clean the house.
Take care of your parents and know the warmth and coldness.
Well, now Qian Wen has basically met the conditions for marrying a wife.
"Are you going out at night?" Mr. Guan, who was drinking wine and listening to opera on the radio, suddenly asked Qian Wendao.
Qian Wen was startled, thought for a moment, reacted, and replied, "Oh, I won't go out tonight. Let's go to bed early."
Mr. Guan asked this question because one of Qian Wen's many side jobs was to catch crickets, scorpions and other things outside the city at night.
To catch crickets, go to the school gate and sell them to primary school students to make some extra money.
Scorpions are made into medicinal materials and sold to pharmacies. From time to time, medicinal materials are collected on the road or in the mountains, dried, accumulated, and sold to acquaintances in the pharmacies.
Qian Wen secretly clicked his tongue twice. He really had so many side jobs that it was hard for him not to be rich.
I was thinking about my other side jobs.
"Well, I see that you are a little tired this afternoon, so don't go out at night. It's not safe to do it in the dark."
Hearing that Qian Wen couldn't say anything, Mr. Guan nodded with satisfaction, then took out a small stack of coins and pushed it in front of Qian Wen's eyes.
Qian Wen was stunned and asked strangely, "Old man, what do you mean?"
Why did you suddenly give him money? Although you had given him a lot of money in the past, you always had a reason. What was the reason this time?
When you look at this small stack of money, you can tell, without counting, that it is at least ten yuan, which is not a small sum.
"I heard that the sub-district office will assign work again soon, and there are quotas.
You should move around, move around, you don’t need me to teach you, you need to be human and sophisticated, don’t wait, you are already old enough, you have a job, it’s easy to find a wife.”
Mr. Guan sipped his wine and said leisurely that when he was playing chess today, he heard someone else say something and he remembered it.
Qian Wenyi looked at Mr. Guan, the Admiral of the Nine Gates, who was enjoying a glass of wine across from him, and smiled. He actually didn't remember anything about his work.
Are you still asking for a wife? He smiled, Qian Wen did not refuse and put the money away.
If he dares to refuse, the old man dares to overturn the table on the spot. He has such a bad temper, but Qian Wen likes such a bad temper, as if he has a clear mind.
Without hiding anything, Qian Wen counted the money in front of the old man. Good guy, "So much? 20 yuan?"
"When you ask for help from someone, you can't be shabby.
I know you have money, but just keep this money." Mr. Guan said, tapping the tabletop with his fingers to the rhythm of the opera on the radio, enjoying the opera.
"Don't worry, the elders are kind to you. In the future, I can bear it if you give me more gifts." Qian Wen smiled and collected the money.
Jiumen Admiral Guan has a lot of money in the old man's small treasury. These 20 yuan are nothing to the old man.
"Kick you, kid." Seeing Qian Wen's playful smile, Mr. Guan pointed at his empty wine glass, and Qian Wen filled it up with a smile.
Qian Wen himself is a Chinese medicine doctor. He knows the old man's physical condition very well and has taken care of him in the past. The wine the old man drinks now is the medicinal wine made by Qian Wen. Drink a little every day to prolong your life.
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The person pushed open the door and entered. She was a neighbor's aunt from a nearby courtyard.
When the neighbor's aunt saw Qian Wen, she smiled and said, "Xiao Qian, I feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach early in the morning. Please check it out."
Qian Wen smiled and said, "Sit down while I clean up. I'll be back soon."
The neighbor's aunt rubbed her belly and said repeatedly, "No hurry, no rush, you eat first, you eat first."
One of Qian Wen's side jobs is as a barefoot doctor, but he only treats nearby neighbors and only treats minor illnesses for a small fee. If he sees any serious illness, he always recommends seeing a big hospital.
Because it's better than the nearby health center, his side job can also be considered.
I showed it to the neighbor's aunt, and after a few injections, it was fine. The neighbor's aunt left fifty cents and left happily.
If you go to a health center and get a shot, the price is not that high, and you may not be optimistic about it. As for a big hospital, let alone a few dollars, you can't get out.
Today's health centers can only give basic injections and prescribe anti-inflammatory drugs. There are really not many people who can treat patients. In other words, they prescribe some ready-made medicines based on experience. Whether the treatment can be cured depends on the individual's physical constitution. It is better to be a barefoot doctor.
Qian Wen tidied up, bought a few bottles of cans and some fruits, and went to the home of the director of the subdistrict office. Just in time, he blocked the director who was about to go out to work.
After some pushing and pushing, here you go, I don't want to do it. After the two talked, Qian Wen walked out satisfied.
The director of the sub-district office just quietly told him that he would come down with the job quota this morning and make sure to leave a good one for him. He asked Qian Wen to massage her waist to cure the old problems she had when she was young. Qian Wen would feel more comfortable.
Of course I agreed, it was a piece of cake and took no effort.
In fact, in his memory, Qian Wen found that he had actually been able to find a job and go to work a long time ago, but it seemed that he didn't know what he thought at the beginning. He thought that going to work was not as much as he could earn from his side job, and he was not free yet, and he was not active all the time.
I have never officially gone to work.
Qian Wen thought about it carefully, "It seems that I really can't earn as much as I do from my own side job."
However, now that Qian Wen has traveled through time, it’s actually quite tiring to work on the sidelines, whether it’s working in a class or doing a side job. At least you have to be diligent and not lazy.
You can't do business now, and speculation will crush you to death. You should just work hard for a few years, wait for the college entrance examination in 1977, and then talk about it in 80.
"Comrade Qian Wen, this kind of thinking is unacceptable!" Qian Wen criticized his own thinking.
Today, Qian Wen doesn't plan to start his own side business. He launches a bicycle and starts traveling in Sijiu City.
***, Temple of Heaven, Beihai Park, Zhengyangmen, Dashilar...
There are not too many attractions in Sijiucheng, so you can’t visit them all in one day.
Old buses that still require a monthly pass pass by with billowing black smoke on the street. No one stops people with children in front of the 28th bar and wives in the back. People's clothes don't have too many fancy colors, most of them are monotonous.
Gray, black, blue, green, you can sell anything before you buy it, and no one will chase you away...
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! At noon, Qian Wen came back. As soon as he got home, the old man told him that his job was finished and the street office informed him.
Yili Food Factory.
Qian Wen was surprised but not surprised, and smiled, "It seems that I am still waiting for someone to help me."
Work indicators are assigned to the sub-district office from above, and the sub-district office allocates them to individuals based on the situation. As for the position you go to when you go to work, it all depends on how your work unit allocates you.
Qian Wen planned to work hard to get a good position before going to Yili Food Factory.
After lunch, the old man took a lunch break. Qian Wen went out and bought a watermelon, two pounds of pears, and two pounds of eggs. When he got off work in the afternoon, he walked into the courtyard where Han Chunming's home was located.
Without stopping, he went directly into the backyard. Passing by Han Chunming's house, Qian Wen took a look. Today, he didn't hear anything from his boss's family about Han Chunming's family and Su Meng's family. It seemed that Grandma Su had no relationship with Han Chunming's family.
Be unhappy.
When he arrived at Su Meng's house, Qian Wen looked in front of the glass and then knocked on the door gently.
"Hey, Qian Wen, are you looking for me?"
Su Meng was chatting with her parents who had just returned from get off work in the living room at home. She looked up and saw Qian Wen, stood up and asked.
Qian Wen smiled
He smiled and put the things in his hands on the ground, "I'm looking for Teacher Su."
"Looking for my dad?"
Su Meng was a little surprised when she saw Qian Wen begging for help. Her parents were only high school teachers and couldn't handle big things.
Father Su and Mother Su looked at what Qian Wen had brought, and they looked at each other. Then Father Su said, "Xiao Qian, sit down.
If you are a neighbor and have something to ask for, I will definitely not refuse if you can help me."
There was something in the words, Qian Wen heard it.
"That's right, what else are you taking?" Grandma Su still wanted to like Qian Wen, so she lightly reproached him and patted his arm with a cattail leaf fan.
Father Su and Mother Su are both college students and high school teachers. Grandma Su has always liked intellectuals. Qian Wen graduated from high school. He is tough, handsome and filial. Grandma Su is discerning and likes Qian Wen when she looks at him.
Qian Wen sat down and Su Meng's family looked at him. The family really couldn't figure out how they could help Qian Wen.
"Didn't my workplace come down? I was assigned to Yili Food Factory..."
Qian Wen said what he wanted to ask for this time.
Su's dad is a high school teacher and also serves as a school cadre. The son of the director of Yili Food Factory goes to Su's dad's class. Qian Wen just wants to get Su's dad off the line this time. Qian Wen wants to be assigned to the factory after entering the factory.
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