Chapter One: Killing the Rich and Helping the Poor
One morning in early April 1981, Wang Xiaobo woke up in the dormitory of ABC University in Southern Province. Looking around, except for the three bunk beds, which were still at their posts, the other four roommates who had been with him day and night for more than three years had already disappeared.
He is the only one who is still in school. Think about it, he will graduate in three months. Although the state is responsible for the allocation, he still wants to find a good employer. How can he not take advantage of the internship period to make connections and make connections?
Did he waste his promising future? But Wang Xiaobo had nothing to do and no money. All he had was twenty cents in his trouser pocket. He didn’t know how he was going to live this day?
Wang Xiaobo was born in Wangjia Village, Jinping Township, Qing County, the westernmost county of Southern Province. His father died of illness when he was three years old. His mother worked hard to raise him up. He was admitted to ABC University and became the number one scholar in eight villages in ten miles. His mother
He wanted to give up because his father had a huge debt during treatment. Without saying a word, the village chief Wang Ermao took a loan of 1,000 yuan from the township credit union and raised another 500 yuan from relatives and friends before sending him to the province in person.
Registration at City ABC University.
During the more than three years that Wang Xiaobo was at ABC University, he never asked for a penny from his family. He knew that it was not easy for his mother, so he borrowed more than 1,500 yuan for his college education. In that era, this was a lot of money.
In order to raise living expenses and pay off debts, Wang Xiaobo sold blood, carried bags, and worked on construction sites during the winter and summer vacations, earning 93 cents a day. Today is Sunday, and he wants to sleep again to make him lazy.
When he woke up, he lay back on the bed and stared blankly at the leaking water stain on the ceiling above his head. It had now turned into a big black spot, like a big turtle crawling there. Its head was stretched out.
It's long, as if it wants to keep drilling forward, but its limbs are firmly supported by it. Every time I look at the black spots that resemble a turtle, I feel an inexplicable excitement - life is not just about the bright appearance, maybe the true nature of the turtle is...
It is the protection of little people like them. They must be as tough and good at protecting as a tortoise shell, and they must also have strong limbs like a tortoise. They must always be down-to-earth and walk hard. No matter what difficulties they encounter, they must be like the ones on the ceiling.
That turtle is like a tortoise, never shrinking its head, always stretching its head forward. Wang Xiaobo thought about getting up quickly and running to the construction site like a shot of chicken blood. For more than three years of college life, he insisted on running five kilometers every morning.
I am accustomed to rain or shine, so the journey from the school to the construction site is more than two kilometers and takes less than ten minutes.
This construction site was renovated after a fire in the provincial capital of Qianjiang City, where a wealthy family lived before liberation. The foundation is now being dug. The person in charge of this construction site is Wan Long, the foreman of the City's Third Construction Company. Wan Long and Wang Xiaobo's acquaintance is quite dramatic.
Two years ago, Wanlong was selling bicycles in a department store. As soon as he took out a bundle of ten yuan and 120 yuan, he was robbed by a thief next to him and ran away. In this scene, Wang Xiaobo, who was also accompanying him in the department store to learn how to sell things, happened to
When he saw Babu, he chased him for nearly five kilometers. He finally caught up with the thief, took back 120 yuan, and gave it back to Wan Long. From then on, the two became close friends.
Wang Xiaobo has been working on this construction site for almost a month. The task Wanlong assigned him today is a small job digging foundations. Near noon, the workers all went to the work shed to have lunch.
The place was not leveled. He was a very careful person and wanted to level it before eating, so he dug a few more times with a hoe. However, he dug a few more hoeings and dug up an earthen pot buried in the soil, and a few silver coins fell out.
came out. Wang Xiaobo was shocked and quickly dug out the earthen jar. Except for a silver box on top, the bottom was full of silver coins. After thinking about it again and again, Wang Xiaobo hurriedly buried the earthen jar, ran to the work shed and pulled Wanlong back to the ditch.
, dug out the earthen jar again. Wan Long was shocked when he saw it. After thinking for a moment, he hurried back to the work shed to get two woven bags, poured all the silver boxes and silver coins into the woven bags, pulled Wang Xiaobo and ran away.
Along the way, Wan Long said nothing, holding Wang Xiaobo's hand and ran to his house. After entering the door, the two of them looked at each other without speaking. After all, Wang Xiaobo was still young and could not hold back his anger: "Uncle Wan
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Wan Long is 51 years old. Although he works as a foreman in the Third Construction Company, he does not have much rights. His wife has an agricultural registered permanent residence, and his son Wan Hongwei is also a construction worker in the Third Construction Company. He is 28 years old this year and finally found a girlfriend.
, but the woman has very high requirements, and all three major items, such as a watch, a sewing machine, and a bicycle, are indispensable. When Wan Long was worried, he suddenly got this unexpected fortune, how could he not be moved?
"Xiao Bo, I know your family doesn't have much money, otherwise you wouldn't come to work at our construction site. What do you think of this silver dollar?" Wan Long asked tentatively.
"Just do whatever Uncle Wan says." Wang Xiaobo spent several winter and summer vacations working on the construction site Wan Long was in charge of, so he respected him very much.
Wan Long smiled: "Okay, Xiaobo, since I met you, I have always treated you as a son. Your eldest brother is already a grown man. His girlfriend asked for a four-speaker radio yesterday, and I don't have the money either. Either
, did you add two cents to this silver dollar to make it five cents?"
Wang Xiaobo was surprised. Although he had no legal awareness of returning the things dug in the ground to the country, the song "I picked up a penny on the side of the road and gave it to the police uncle" is still a household name, but it is still a household name.
He thought that the things buried in the ground must be the ill-gotten gains of the old landlords. It was equivalent to killing the rich and giving to the poor. It only helped Uncle Wan and himself. So he felt calm in his heart: "Then listen to Uncle Wan.
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When Wan Long heard this, he said nothing. He picked up the two woven bags and poured the silver coins on the table. He counted them. There were 1,000 silver coins in total. He then opened the silver box and found that there was only a pair of glasses and red glasses inside.
There were two black and three-color transparent lenses each, six in total. After playing with them for a while, he put the glasses and six lenses back into the silver box and handed them to Wang Xiaobo. He also pushed 400 silver dollars from the table: "Take these.
Hide it in the school. Don't let anyone see it." After Wan Long said that, he turned around and went to the kitchen and took out a bag of Qingming moxa cake and handed it to Wang Xiaobo: "I didn't eat lunch, and I didn't have anything good. I left it for sweeping the grave.
Yes, take it and eat it.”
In fact, Wan Long had never carefully appreciated silver coins. At that time, he was still young and his family was poor. He only used copper coins. If there were any silver coins, his father would hide them like treasures and would not let him know.
So, when he saw that more than half of the 1,000 silver coins were cast with big-headed figures, and the rest were cast with a dragon, he didn't know the difference between the two. Thinking about the fact that the RMB has the heads of great men, it felt like they were cast with big-headed figures.
To be more realistic, I gave everything with a dragon cast to Wang Xiaobo.
Wang Xiaobo hadn't eaten a grain since he got up. He was really hungry, so he started eating unceremoniously. Wan Long put 400 silver coins and the silver box into the woven bag and put it in. At this time, Wang Xiaobo had almost eaten, so he carried
He picked up the woven bag and said goodbye to Wanlong and went out. The sun was shining brightly, but it did not arouse the excitement of Wang Xiaobo's unexpected fortune at all. He carried the woven bag in one hand and the leftover Qingming moxa cake machine in the other.
Walking forward.
Wang Xiaobo studied Chinese at ABC University and was good at writing beautiful articles, which were often published in provincial newspapers and magazines. When he was a sophomore, he was recommended as the deputy editor of the school magazine. Not only was he good at political papers, but he was also good at novels, poetry, and prose.
In their junior year, the third child and a senior worker, peasant and soldier college student, who was the deputy director of a certain county’s revolutionary committee, fell in love with a female classmate at the same time. The female classmate was indifferent to them both, and the third child was
While he was worried, one day, the female classmate stopped paying attention to the third child and got close to the deputy director of the Revolutionary Committee. The third child didn't know why and went crazy. After Wang Xiaobo found out, he went to the classmate to get to know each other in depth.
After getting a general idea, he told the second child, "Don't be so sad. She will definitely pay attention to you in ten days." The second child was doubtful, but on the eighth day, the female classmate came to him and even scolded the revolutionary committee.
The deputy director is a bad guy. It turns out that the deputy director of the Revolutionary Committee knew that this female classmate had the habit of going for a walk in the school woods around nine o'clock in the evening, so he asked several classmates to mask their faces to scare her. Then he suddenly appeared and there was a fight.
, The hero saves the beauty. The female classmate is also a literature lover and often publishes some dried tofu in the school magazine. Of course, she has to yearn for this kind of plot. Naturally, the deputy director of the Revolutionary Committee becomes taller. Wang Xiaobo knows this.
If there is a ghost, it is impossible for a gangster to appear in the woods of the school. So based on the characteristics of this female classmate who is a literature lover, I wrote a short story using this plot and published it in the school magazine, exposing this conspiracy. Later, the female classmate is also today
When Chen Yiping, the girlfriend of the third child, found out about it, she affectionately called him "Ghost Talent". This spread from ten to ten, and it spread widely among the classmates. Of course, this nickname was widely accepted by the classmates because of him.
It is a kind of praise to have broad interests, be well-read, be good at literature and martial arts, and have many clever ideas. Nowadays, the nickname "Wang Xiaobo" is very popular in ABC University. For renminbi, it is not as good as Qingming Ai Gao for him.
It was a bargain. Now he only had 20 cents on hand, which was more than enough to take the bus back to school, but he didn't want to spend it. And the woven bag he was carrying for a long time did get a little tired. At this time, he just happened to leave
When I arrived at the park in the middle of the street, I sat down by the flower bed.
The park in the center of the street is bustling with people coming and going. There are some grandfathers and old nainai enjoying the sun, some children playing, and some young people riding bicycles and doing stunts. The place where Wang Xiaobo sits is so close to the street.
It was a bit deserted. So he opened the tied woven bag, took out the silver box and looked at it carefully. The silver box was only 30 centimeters long, 20 centimeters wide, and about 10 centimeters high. There was a big dragon coiled on the front of the box, and disks on each side.
With two little dragons. Wang Xiaobo studied Chinese and was aware of the royal aura of Kowloon. He couldn't help but feel nervous. If it was a national treasure, it must be handed over, otherwise it would be a violation of the law. He never does anything illegal, not to mention his subconscious mind.
Regarding the matter of silver coins, it was still in the consciousness of killing the rich and giving to the poor, and it was not considered a crime. So I hurriedly looked at the bottom of the box and was relieved when I saw that there was no inscription.
Maybe Wang Xiaobo was too focused on his research and didn't notice the old man with fluttering white beard standing next to him: "Young man, how about letting me take a look?"
Wang Xiaobo was startled. He looked up and saw an old man with a white beard. He had the aloofness of an intellectual and the natural majesty of a person in power. The smile that was always rippling on his face clearly gave people an affable and indifferent affinity to fame and fortune.
His Chinese knowledge had a deep-rooted influence on the Chinese people's quintessence of respecting the elderly and loving the young, so he silently handed the silver box to the old man. The old man looked at it and marveled: "Good things, good things, are they passed down from family?"
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"Oh, oh." Wang Xiaobo was noncommittal.
The old man saw that he looked honest and courteous, so he took the opportunity to sit next to him and said, "Can you tell me your origins?" Wang Xiaobo did not dare to lie in front of the old man, and he could not tell his origins, so he could only talk to him: "
Grandpa knows this thing?" Perhaps it was his respect for the old man, or perhaps the old man's affinity infected him, so the word "grandpa" came out of his mouth.
As soon as the old man heard that the young man opened his mouth, he called him grandpa. He was happy, his face became more kind, and his eyes showed a more eager light. He held his hand and said enthusiastically: "Please call me grandpa."
, I can teach you." He looked at the silver box again and said, "Although this thing is not a cultural relic of the palace, it is also a folk handicraft of some era, especially the workmanship, you see, it is really top quality." The old man stroked the silver box.
Box, I can’t put it down.
"Grandpa likes it, so I'll give it to you." Wang Xiaobo thought to himself, since he had already called him grandpa, he had to express his gratitude to the old man. Moreover, he really respected the old man from the bottom of his heart, so he wanted to give this silver box to him.
Give it to him.
The old man looked at this handsome young man in disbelief. Seeing that he was wearing an old blue cloth work clothes and muddy Jiefang shoes, he looked like a migrant worker who had just come to the city from the countryside. So he asked tentatively
: "Do you want to love me? How much does it cost? Give me a price?"
Wang Xiaobo looked honest and honest: "To me, this thing is just a box, but to you, grandpa, it is a handicraft. The so-called sword given to heroes is probably the truth."
"Are you a college student?" the old man asked when he saw that he was talking well.
"ABC University senior" Wang Xiaobo stood up, took out his student ID card and showed it to him. Then he picked up the woven bag and left: "Grandpa, goodbye."
The old man was startled and grabbed him: "Classmate Wang, how about you come and sit at my house for a while?" The old man had a good eye. He only glanced at his student ID card and knew that his surname was Wang. Seeing that he was still hesitating, he added: "Why?
, not giving grandpa face?"
Wang Xiaobo had no choice but to follow the old man obediently.
The old man's home is not far from the park in the middle of the street, and it takes less than five minutes to get there. After entering the courtyard, there is a row of two-story buildings with a large area. Wang Xiaobo did not dare to do this, so he sat down on a stone bench in the garden.
The old man didn't argue with him. He put the silver box on the stone table and ran into the room. After a while, the old man ran out and handed Wang Xiaobo a knife of money: "Sorry, I only have 200 yuan at home. Let's use it for living expenses."
Seeing that he wanted to refuse, he added: "Xiao Wang, is this Wang Xiaobo? You and I hit it off as old friends at first sight, and we can be considered old friends. Since you have called me grandpa, I have done my best to do it. From then on, we have known each other as grandfather and grandson.
Come on, this 200 yuan is a greeting gift from grandpa, you can’t refuse it?"
When Wang Xiaobo heard this, he knelt down and bowed. The old man did his part and accepted the gift calmly. After that, he took out a pen and wrote on a piece of paper and said: "Grandpa's real name is Gu, Gu Yimin. This is the phone number. If you need anything, call me."
With that said, Gu Yimin opened the silver box, took out the glasses and lenses and gave them back to Wang Xiaobo.
At this point, Wang Xiaobo had nothing to say, so he sincerely thanked the old man, said goodbye and left.;
