At the end of June, on a Saturday afternoon (no weekends at this time, the first half of Saturday), Zhang Xingming was called out by his classmates to play after lunch, Sun Xuliang, He Qiang, Yang Jiuquan, Li Shucai, Shi Deming, Wang Zhichang, several people ran to the riverside railway to play, there is a place to unload yellow sand in the factory (the sand in the north is different from the south, it is all sand grains, there is no soil), it is a paradise for children, although they must be beaten after returning home, because they must have made their hair, shoes and clothes full of sand. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the edge of the sand field is the pile of scrap iron in the factory, a large pile of scrap equipment parts and pieces of the circle like a mountain, piled up along the river for a long distance, and the iron pile is the platform of the small train Guojia Station. (At that time, the transportation in this place of Nanfen mainly relied on trains, which was the common green train, but there were only four carriages, so it was called a small train, to distinguish it from the big train of the Railway Bureau, and it cost a dime to take it once, and the small train was canceled in 90, and the bus became the main means of transportation)

There are three such iron piles in the concentrator, one is this piece, one is down the river for two kilometers, the side gate of the concentrator on the side of the road, two large iron piles are next to the river, the middle is the gate of the concentrator, there is a cement bridge across the river, in the autumn of 81 the army also built a bridge in the battlefield, but it is not a cement bridge, it collapsed in about 90 years, and the factory was rebuilt in 92. There is also a scrap metal pile far away, at the back door of the factory, no one goes except when the movie is shown, too far.

At that time, the scrap metal pile was also a playground for children, and they drilled up and down in it, making rust and engine oil all over their bodies, of course, going home was still beaten, and the children at this time did not take going home and being beaten as a big deal, they were used to it.

Zhang Xingming and a few of them were playing in the sand pile and grabbing the mountain, divided into two groups, one group climbed to the sand pile to guard, and the other group attacked from more than ten meters down, shouting and tearing together, sweating, sand and soil flying, until exhausted, several people lay on the sand to rest.

After lying down for a while, Yang Jiuquan suddenly sat up, pushed Sun Xuliang, and whispered, "Hey, steal iron?"

He Qiang also sat up: "Where to steal?"

Several other people all looked at Yang Jiuquan, and Yang Jiuquan mysteriously pointed to the iron pile under the battlefield.

Wang Zhichang asked, "Stealing iron gaha?"

"Sell for money, are you stupid?" Yang Jiuquan scolded Wang Zhichang, and then several people stood up and lurked towards the iron pile. (Someone is watching the iron pile, and if it's a child running in to play, no one cares, but if you steal it, you have to quietly get in)

Below the battlefield is the train track, and from the platform through is the scrap iron pile, but there is a fence on one side, the river outside the wall, and the fence on the other side, there is the economic police on duty, and the iron pile above is full of big guys, and the iron pile below has small things.

Yang Jiuquan and Sun Xuliang took the lead, crossed the railway with a familiar car, crossed the bridge to the other side of the river, walked along the river for a while, and came to the other side of the river at the side gate of the concentrator. Three large iron pipes with a thickness of one meter span the river, which are the tailings pipes in the factory and carry tailings water. Yang Jiuquan led these people to walk up to the iron pipe, crossed the river from the iron pipe, and came to the bottom of the wall, because the big iron pipe had to come out through the wall, and a hole was formed between the pipes, and adults could not get in, but the children did not have any pressure at all, and several people climbed into the wall along the hole.

The river surface is more than 20 meters wide, the pipe is round, it is actually quite dangerous to run on it, but the child at this time is bold, and there is nothing to play.

As soon as I entered it, I smelled a smell of rust, and large piles of iron pieces were stacked at random, and several people followed Yang Jiuquan into the waist and began to look for pieces of iron that could be moved. (When I was in the third grade of primary school, I had the only experience of skipping school in my life, which was to steal iron with Yang Jiuquan, Sun Xuliang and He Qiang, I remember selling a lot of money, I divided fifteen yuan six, which was a huge amount of money at the time, and I was beaten by my parents and confiscated the stolen money, now I think about it, it is worth remembering, haha)

Zhang Xingming followed behind, watching them find the pieces of iron in their arms regardless of the dirt and tiredness, and his heart suddenly moved, saying, this is a big pile, all of them are money, how much can this iron be sold for now? The purchasing station is three points and one catty, and the tattered ones are only two and six points, what about next year? What about the year after next? Three cents, four cents, ten times more wood? Zhang Xingming touched the scrap iron in front of him, and couldn't help but get excited, buddy has a tunnel, eight kilometers long, twelve meters wide and seven meters high space, even if all the scrap iron here is put in, there is no pressure.

When he was intoxicated, he heard a loud shout: "Stop, little rabbit, steal iron, don't run." Then there was a panic, and several people ran to the root of the wall, got into the hole in the wall and ran to the other side of the river, and an economic policeman scolded in the back: "Come and discount your legs again, the little rabbit cub doesn't learn well." (Economic police, called the economic police in the factory, at that time it was a regular police establishment, wearing police uniforms, under the management of the Cup Steel Public Security Department, and then there was no police establishment after 92 years, and it became a security nature)

Ran across the river, several people stopped to gasp, and began to fiddle with the loot, knowing that this hole master could not get through, and when they came around from the main road, it was estimated that the iron had turned into something into the stomach, so they didn't worry about being caught, Zhang Xingming also took out a piece of iron that was randomly put into the space just now. Then Yang Jiuquan led a few people to find a scrap collection station along the river.

It was a large yard built under the riverside road, and a sign hung on the gate of the yard: Nanfen Service Station of the Cupxi Material Recycling Corporation. The yard is full of all kinds of waste items, bottles of plastic iron newspapers, and there is a red brick house against the back wall in the yard, and there is a weighbridge outside the window, and there is a shed, and the car can drive directly into it.

Yang Jiuquan led everyone to walk over and shouted Auntie, and a female buyer inside looked out of the window and walked out, and it could be seen that Yang Jiuquan was a frequent visitor here. weighed, collected four cents a catty, and sold for more than two dollars in total.

The loot turned into a pile of gross tickets, buy some soda candy, three for a penny, pink, cone-shaped, sugar on the outside, and a little soda on the inside, which is the best thing to eat at this time. Guodanpi, five cents a roll, until Zhang Xingming's eldest daughter went to elementary school, this thing was still sold, at that time it was five cents a piece, an increase of ten times.

Buy a few more breads, one dime, this is something that children can't smell later, but at this time it is a luxury that is usually rare to eat, buy a few twist flowers, one dime, the food stamps were taken out by Sun Xuliang from home, Yang Jiuquan also bought a box of cigarettes, five cents, mixed leaf brand.

In this era, you have to buy a ticket for everything, bread and cake twist fritters, fish, meat, eggs, cloth oil, everything has to have a ticket, and all other tickets except food stamps are actually the simplest single-color printed tickets, that is, ordinary paper, black or red or green printed lace, which has a foot of cloth or half a catty of oil, and then a red seal of the neighborhood committee, basically no technical content, sometimes in order to buy something, take the money and ask people to get a few tickets, I always think, why there were no fake tickets at that time?

A few children hid in a place where no one was, ate candy and smoked, but they didn't actually know how to smoke, so they lit it and pretended to be there. Zhang Xingming didn't ask for cigarettes, he also smoked in the previous life, but now there is still half a child in the car, and there are dozens of pieces of a pack that don't smoke, smoke this? I took two breads and a twist in my hand, Zhang Xingming went home, Yang Jiuquan He Qiang and they all bought pig's head meat to go to Yang Jiu's family to drink, Zhang Xingming was not interested.

Eating a loaf of bread by himself is a memory, giving the rest to my brother, choking my brother with joy, listening to Zhang Xingming say that it was money from stealing iron, I can't help but feel a little fascinated, Zhang Xingming hurriedly persuaded him to stop, but he can't let his brother get involved in this kind of thing that he has never touched in his previous life, it is best not to steal this thing, from small to big, and Yang Jiuquan has basically heard the news from prison since junior high school.