Zhao Qing has a watch on his body, which was given to him by his father. But he rarely used to see the time.

This is because rural people have always lived by looking at the sky, and they do not have the concept of precise time. The second is that it is not very "convenient" for him to take out his watch.

To be sure, it's an old pocket watch, and its appearance is too shocking.

The gold case is covered with machine-engraved engravings and a sparkling diamond in the center, while inside the case is a bronze enamel dial and gold hands. Not to mention opening it, I really want to take it out and light it up, and it can dazzle people's eyes under this sun.

How can a person like him not arouse suspicion? Most of them will cause unnecessary trouble.

Therefore, Zhao Qing went out of the west courtyard of Guanyin Academy, and he still habitually estimated the time by the light of the sky.

And looking at the street building of Guanyin Courtyard in front of him, he couldn't help but think happily in his heart, since he had earned a few more yuan today, it was better to buy some things for his family to take back.

Seriously, collecting eggs is a good way to make a living.

The price of eggs in the village is cheap, and the purchase price of the supply and marketing cooperatives is only five cents. And he charged at the price of seven cents a piece, and the people in the village did not have to go out, and they had more income, and every family was willing to sell him eggs.

On the other hand, people in the city can't eat them, and these fresh eggs can be sold for a dime and two when they get to the capital. Each time you bring 400 eggs and run once, you can earn 20.

For a peasant who has worked hard for a year and can only earn 70 yuan by working hard, it is tantamount to getting rich suddenly.

He has been running for more than half a year, not only paying off all the debts in his family, but also improving his parents' lives a lot. Now it's the team secretary's house, and I'm afraid it's not as good as his family's food.

Of course, it is not that there are no people in the village who want to follow his example and make eggs out of the village to sell them, wanting to make a few more money.

But the mountain road is rugged and bumpy, and these people, without exception, have suffered enough from broken eggs.

They don't have the eloquence and the brains of him, who know how to use mountain goods and fresh vegetables to dredge the drivers of the cement factory, and use the public car to transport eggs for business.

Besides, they are reluctant to invest in it, and they dare not come to the capital alone. Even if they sell, they will only go to the county town to sell a few eggs they have accumulated. The price is not up, not to mention, and it is not cost-effective to run a trip.

People and people, sometimes it's just a line away.

The summer afternoon sun was the hottest, and Zhao Qing's face was sweaty and red. Unbearable to the heat, he quickly made a decision not to go to Xidan or Wangfujing, but to go straight to the front gate Dashilar.

Carrying the empty rattan basket on his back, he walked out of the alley with a familiar car, and went to wait for the bus under the stop sign opposite the grocery store on Zixin Road.

There is a direct "5 road" and the fare is seven cents. When you get to Qianmen Station, you get off at the intersection of Langfang Toutiao.

Zhao Qing is now very familiar with the capital. Since the end of the year, he has been collecting eggs from the village and selling them in the city. Soon, he had almost the entire capital in the city.

This is not an easy task, especially for a farmer like him.

In fact, there are many locals in Longkou Village, a young man as big as him, who have not yet entered Fangshan County. A small number of people are knowledgeable, but they have only been to Liangxiang and Changyang.

In addition to the educated youth, he can be regarded as the only one among the young people in Longkou Village.

And the reason why he is so different and dares to break into the capital alone is thanks to his father.

His father not only taught him an authentic Peking film, but also cleared the dialect barrier for him in language communication. And even when he was a child, he told him about the geography and style of the capital.

Like what is in front of the four drum towers in the east and west, the five altars and eight temples in the Summer Palace, the front gate building is a big fence, and the sea eye of Beixinqiaoer......

For him, it was familiar from a very young age.

What else is "full of wine to respect people, full of tea to give away", "thirst does not die in Dongcheng, hunger does not die in Xicheng" and "Eating noodles and eating noodles is not garlic, it is better to have a bowl of rice." Eat noodles and eat noodles without vinegar, and bombard Xishiku", this kind of Beijing folk song describes life and etiquette.

After listening to it a lot, he is even more precious.

Even his father often spoke like this at home.

"If this thing goes to the capital......

"This thing is going to be put on the capital......"

"This reason is going to be taken to the capital to discuss......"

This made Zhao Qing subconsciously not only feel that the people and things in the capital were extraordinary, but also seemed to be the truth, which seemed more sacred and greater. Naturally, there are many yearnings for the capital.

Of course, the capital of the whole country is probably what most people think it should be. When those educated youths from the capital mention the capital, don't they raise their noses high?

But later, when he was fully grown, he realized that his good impression of the capital was not exactly like that of others, but only his admiration for Tiananmen Square, the Monument to the People's Heroes, and the Great Hall of the People.

Because he also gradually learned from his father's mouth that the family has a thousand-year-long history, and knows that his ancestors have produced countless emperors and generals. I knew the decline and decline of the family, and I knew the old mansion of the "half-acre garden" of the Beijing Liangguo Factory. Knowing that the eighteen grassy imperial tombs on Jiulong Mountain lay his ancestors. I knew that the three surnames of An, Meng, and Gong in Longkou Village were originally the grave households who depended on his family and relied on the Qidi Manor to live. I also knew that the family surnamed An, who had always held the position of the head of the village, was actually a descendant of the guard Zhang Jing appointed by the original Qing emperor. (Zhang Jing is a Manchu transliteration, military attache position, meaning general)

Only then did he be surprised to find that he was the first royal bloodline in the capital. And his entire family, for dozens of generations, has always been inseparable from the city dozens of miles away.

Once it came, and once it was gone, once it was gone, and once it was here...... For 800 years, it has always been entangled and tied with the capital.

This inevitably made him deeply feel that even if he is now in this small mountain village, there is still a wonderful fate connected by blood with the capital.

Yes, his surname is not Zhao, but Wanyan. His name is not mispronounced, but it takes two words to add the surname to complete. He finished calling Yan Zhaoqing.

That's right, his father is the most authentic old Beijinger. But he is also a descendant of the feudal royal family who was completely submerged by the tide of the times, and he is the nobleman of the banner family of the former Qing Dynasty.

It is precisely because of this identity that from the Republic of China to the liberation, whether it is the Beiyang government or the national government, his father has always been difficult to gain trust. has the ability and the heart to serve the country, but it is difficult to find the right way to serve the country loyally, whether it is in politics or in the army, they are depressed.

After the Japanese came, his father fled for eight years. When he returned to the capital after the recovery, he didn't even have a place to live. That's why I finally came to Longkou Village, and settled here to guard the ancestral grave in frustration.

Fortunately, at that time, the head of Longkou Village was a person who was very affectionate, and he was grateful that the Wanyan family had always treated the grave family well, and never took the interest from Longkou Village, but often gave the three families money and food rewards.

So the head of the village not only helped and took care of his father's life, but also married his daughter to his father.

That's why I have him, and I have this warm little home that has sheltered him from the wind and rain since he was a child.

Now that he has grown up and become sensible, he is more and more grateful to his grandfather, and he feels that this is really a very fortunate thing.

Although his family is half an outsider in Longkou Village, he is also the only feudal landlord. Fortunately, this village is full of former bannermen, and with the protection of the An clan, their family can be safely preserved in the "movement".

He didn't hear ridicule and ridicule like the descendants of the Qi tribe who lived in Han villages when he was a child, such as "others ride donkeys and horses, but you ride people......

Thinking of this, Zhaoqing, who was already standing on the bus, couldn't help but sigh.

That's really how life is.

My father has a saying that is really true, "Blessings and misfortunes lurk, and misfortunes and blessings rely on", most of the time, there are always positive and negative sides to one thing.

Therefore, when people are proud, they should not be public, and when they are down, they should not lose hope......

But just when he was touched, someone behind him suddenly pushed him, and a man shouted, "Say you, how many times, pretend not to hear, quickly move your broken basket!

One of the women also said, "That's it, how do we get off the bus?

Zhaoqing turned his head to look, only to find that there was a worker and a thirty-year-old woman standing beside him, probably trying to pass by him and squeeze to the car door.

He hurriedly moved his body and things in a panic, and explained again and again that he was negligent and didn't pay attention, and he was sorry.

But the man still didn't give up, "It's negligent, and the reason is quite sufficient." Tell you, you have to understand the rules when you come to the capital, this is not the sorghum field in your countryside, you have to have an eye, you know?"

The woman was just as mean. "Cut, a farmer, looks stupid when he goes into the city. It's useless for you to tell him again, if you don't understand, you don't understand, and you will never have a long memory. ”

Who would have thought that this would struck a chord with the conductor.

The girl not only gave Zhaoqing a disdainful look, but also echoed the woman's words and continued, "Not really. That's how they are rural people. It's nice not to stick your head out the window. Let me tell you, there are many people in the countryside on this train, and they are all going to see Tiananmen Square......"

Fart! That's an absolute slander. Zhaoqing resolutely could not approve.

Because the countryside is so poor. Even when peasants go to the city, they do so on foot, and few of them are willing to spend money on buses. What the conductor said could only be the educated youth who came back to visit their relatives.

But listening to their words, it was clear that some kind of alliance had been formed, but Zhaoqing had to swallow this breath by force.

Because this situation is so common. Are there still few such poor people in the capital? If he had been angry, he would have died of anger.

(End of chapter)