Jia Qianqian sat on a small chair with Huanghuali, and put her two bare little feet into the footbasin also made of Huanghuali.

At this time, Jia Youwei squatted opposite his daughter, leaned forward, and washed her feet with the warm water in the foot basin.

I poured warm water on my daughter's instep and gently rubbed it. He showed a fatherly posture of bowing his head and being willing to be a cow for his children.

"Lao Jia, you said that you slammed the door, but you still don't admit it. Look at the wooden basin you used to wash my feet is so old, and I still haven't replaced it with a new one. How much can a footbasin like this cost you?

Besides, the wooden chair was too hard for my butt to sit on. It's better for you to get me a cheap plastic chair than this. Jia Qianqian suddenly became disgusted.

Jia Youwei knew that his daughter didn't know the goods, and he didn't blame her. In the eyes of such an eight-year-old child, the new is good, and the old is bad.

"As for the small chair under your buttocks, and this footbath under your feet, don't look down, not only do you use first-class and authentic HN Huanghuali, but also from the hand of the master carpenter.

This is a good thing that has been handed down from the ancestors since the late Qing Dynasty. Not only did your grandfather, grandfather, and grandfather use it when I was a child, but even your father and I used it when I was a child.

To you, it has been passed down to the fifth generation. If it weren't for the fact that I had no children under my knees, you would not have been your only daughter, and it would not have been your turn to use it.

Just these two things can be regarded as antiques, and it is not a problem to take them out and change them for a house. Jia Youwei explained slowly.

Jia Qianqian didn't believe it at all, and pouted his little mouth and said: "Pick the door, pick the door! You have to make up such a story to deceive me, is it interesting?"

Jia Youwei washed his daughter's left foot, and then washed her right foot. While washing her, he said calmly: "Believe it or not, I believe it anyway." ”

After he gave Jia Qianqian to wash his feet, he fished out one foot and dried it with a dry towel. Then, I repeated the action again.

Jia Youwei put down the towel, stood up first, then bent down, picked up his daughter horizontally and walked out of the bathroom, returned to the bedroom, and went directly to her princess bed.

He gently laid Jia Qianqian on the bed, then turned back to the bathroom to clean up. Soon, he went and returned.

At this time, Jia Qianqian rolled over on the bed with Minnie Mouse in both hands, rolled over, and played happily alone.

Jia Youwei took a book from the bedside table on the left and sat on the edge of his daughter's bed, and began to read aloud without hurrying.

Jia Qianqian stopped playing, leaning down against the bed, holding his chin with both hands, and his left and right feet were alternately bent in the direction of his little buttocks.

She listened quietly for less than ten minutes, and felt that it was too slow, and she lost her patience. You can read whatever you want to read independently, so you don't have to have someone read it aloud to you.

Jia Qianqian suddenly interjected and interrupted: "Old Jia, can you tell me about what I haven't finished talking about last night?"

Jia Youwei was surprised for a moment, paused his reading, lowered his head to look at his daughter next to him, and said uncertainly: "What's the matter?"

"Just last night, around this time, didn't you tell me about Jia Pingwa's 'Waste Capital'? I'm very interested in it.

You can continue to tell me, okay?" Jia Qianqian got up, hugged his neck from behind the other party, and said coquettishly.

Jia Youwei's heart melted suddenly. Even if he knew that his daughter obviously didn't understand what the individual was saying, he didn't refuse: ""Waste Capital" is a long novel by Jia Pingwa. First published in 1993. It didn't take long for him to be called a rogue writer.

In the current era, all the male and female fake hooligans of that era are literary and artistic youths. They just like to dance disco, play the guitar, watch banned Western movies, talk about Western literature or something, and chase a fashion. Or, it is to let the mind fly and pursue spiritual freedom.

Subsequently, "Waste Capital" was banned for 16 years, which contributed to the high price of Luoyang paper for a while, which cheapened the pirated booksellers, causing them to make a fortune.

From today's point of view, the content of the book is not a big deal, it is nothing more than a lot of descriptions involving sex, and the married man and the married man are cheating and getting together. ”

The reason why he dared to say it so unabashedly in front of his daughter was because his daughter was a genius and super receptive, and on the other hand, she had already started sex education when she was three years old.

And the biggest misunderstanding of Chinese people is that sex education and *** education are confused. The misunderstanding of sex education has become like when a girl in a feudal society gets married, through her mother or the female elders in the family take out the spring palace diagram at the bottom of the box to explain it one by one.

In fact, sex education is meant to teach children why boys are anatomised the way they are, while girls are analytically analyzed the way they are. There is a difference between men and women, and there is a difference.

Jia Youwei closed the book in his hand, and then said: "The most interesting character in the book that makes me think is the supporting character created by Jia Pingwa, the old man who picks up tatters."

He is insane and not very normal on the surface, but in reality, he is the most normal sober person in the whole book. The tenth-class people who spoke through the mouth of the old man were clear.

The first-class people are public servants, and they enjoy pure blessings from above. Second-class people are officials, and speculation is insured. Third-class people engage in contracting, and all are reimbursed for eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling.

Fourth-class people come to rent, and the car house takes Xiaoji. The fifth-class people have a big cap, and the plaintiff eats the defendant. Sixth-class people have scalpels, cut open the belly and ask for red envelopes.

Seventh-class people become actors, and they make money by twisting their butts. Eight people engage in propaganda and solve their cravings every once in a while. The ninth-class people are teachers, and the squid and sea cucumber are incomplete. The master of the tenth-class people, take a lunch box to learn from Lei Feng.

Of course, there are also some people who say that Jia Pingwa wrote "Waste Capital" in order to become famous and gain popularity.

His later publication of "Qin Dialect" in 2005 not only proved that he was an extraordinary writer, but also won the 7th Mao Dun Literature Award.

Jia Pingwa's novels are often 400,000 to 500,000 words, so readers need to have the necessary patience to read them carefully.

He belongs to one of the representative writers of vernacular literature. "Waste Capital" is writing about the city, while the rest of the novels are basically writing about the countryside, the countryside, the countryside. ”

"Lao Jia, you and Jia Pingwa are both surnamed Jia, why have others become great writers, but you are not even a writer at the moment?

Why is there such a big difference between people and people?" Jia Qianqian sat on his father's right, crossed his hands on his chest, and nodded with emotion.