In the kitchen, Tian Guo was boiling water, Zhang Yang raised the curtain and walked out of the back room, walked to her side after a while, then took out a sesame oil ticket from his shirt pocket, handed it out and said, "Tian Guo, you take this." ”

is obviously doing good deeds, but his tone is very vain.

Tian Guo looked at the sesame oil ticket, and then looked at Zhang Yang: "Yo, the unit has issued a sesame oil ticket?" ”

Zhang Yang was dizzy, thinking to himself, did you enter the barbershop on your first day? Just our small fart unit sends two sesame oil tickets a year, one is the Spring Festival and the other is the Mid-Autumn Festival, two months before the hair, his aunt Dong Guihua had to remind his superiors of a letter for three days, for fear that people would forget the barber shop.

"It's not from the unit." Zhang Yang said, "I took it from home, you also know that my parents and my mother have good unit benefits, and they will issue sesame oil tickets during the New Year's holidays, and our family of three people will not use this sesame oil ticket at all, anyway, it will expire, give it to you directly, your neighbor just lost one, you gave this one to her directly, and said that it accidentally fell into the crack of the drawer, and just found it." ”

In fact, it is not accurate to say "take", it should be "steal." "Zhang Yang's sesame oil tickets are many, but no matter how many you can't catch whoever you want, your family is not a welfare home, love can be dedicated, but sesame oil tickets can't. This thing was a rarity in the eighties, and ten catties of sesame seeds did not produce a catty of sesame oil, Zhang Yang's mother had economic acumen, and the tickets that could not be used at home were sold to neighbors, one piece of five, and there was no counteroffer.

Zhang Yang felt that his mother was very vulgar, and there was money left in his eyes, and the neighbors lived in the street, and he could get a ticket for a few cents, and he actually paid five pieces a piece, so that Zhang Yang was embarrassed to say hello to his neighbors when he walked in the alley. Coincidentally, a senior sister in the store is Zhang Yang's neighbor, once the senior sister's family came to relatives, and after the dumpling filling, I found that there was no sesame oil at home, relatives live in the south, it is not easy to come to Sijiu City once, and the senior sister gritted her teeth and bought a sesame oil ticket from Zhang Yang's mother.

It is estimated that she also felt wronged, and since then, the senior sister has nagged about this matter as soon as she eats melon seeds, and she is about to catch up with Dou E. So looking at the sesame oil ticket handed over by Zhang Yang, Tian Guo didn't take it, but said with a smile: "Zhang Yang, thank you, I made a special trip all the way away, but now it's okay, the sesame oil ticket has been found." ”

"Huh? Got it! "Zhang Yang thought to himself, don't mind, let me be a thunder/feng.

Tian Guo said: "Yes, I have found it, so when you go home in a while, you quickly put this ticket back untouched." This thing is expensive, lose one, your mother is in a hurry. ”

"It's okay, she doesn't know!"

Tian Guo smiled and said, "She doesn't know now, but she'll know when she gets home." ”

Oops, Zhang Yang patted his head and felt so stupid. It's a shame that he didn't take the police academy back then, otherwise he would have been an undercover agent for thieves wherever he worked. After complaining about the cautious senior sister in his heart, Zhang Yang took out Dong Guihua's leadership posture and said in a small way: "Okay, since the matter has been satisfactorily resolved, then I will leave first." ”

"Don't mind, let's leave after eating."

In fact, Tian Guo was polite and polite, but he didn't expect Zhang Yang's footsteps to stop, turned around and smiled at her: "Okay, I'm really a little hungry, don't be too polite, we're not outsiders, just cook two dishes, I like to eat hairtail, do you have hairtail?" Braised is the best, stewed indiscriminately, put more white sugar when mixing the juice, rice vinegar tastes better than white vinegar, as for vegetarian dishes, anything can be done, cold dressing, stir-frying, which is convenient for you to do which ha. ”

Tian Guo's family didn't have any fish, so I thought that even if I did, I couldn't give it to you, it wasn't enough for me and my grandmother to share. It happened that there was still leftover stewed pork belly in the casserole, Tian Guo pulled the sweet potato flour soaked in the morning and put it in, cut another potato and carrot and threw it in to heat and stew together, and then steamed a pot of rice. It's a man, although the ingredients belong to Xiaoshou, but the amount of food is a lot louder, snoring and eating two large bowls of rice, and the stewed broth in the casserole is drunk.

After eating, Tian Guo sent Zhang Yang out of the courtyard gate, and when he came back, he only heard his grandmother sitting on the kang and said worriedly: "Xiaoguo'er, this female colleague in your unit can also eat, just like a man." Snoring, this eating is also loud, like a blessed person, girls and men are blessed, boys and girls are cheap. I see, your colleague will have to give birth to a big fat boy in the future, and maybe he can marry a high-ranking cadre! ”

Mr. Son marries Gao Gan? Wrong order, right? Tian Guo pursed his lips and smiled, picked up the basin and said, "Grandma, it's not early, I'll make you a basin of hot water, you wash your feet and rest quickly." ”

At night, after listening to a piece of Hebei Bangzi, my grandmother fell asleep. Tian Guo couldn't sleep, so he took a pen and a few pieces of paper and ran to the kitchen to set up a small table, and began to plan his future life with a three-watt light bulb that was not too bright -- the so-called "Yoneda Guo's Future Medium- and Long-Term Development Goals (1985-1988)."

Let's set three years first, three years as a span, each span has a goal, and then achieve it little by little. Yesterday, I read the newspaper that Sijiucheng is preparing to build the Third Ring Road, and now it is raising funds. Many people have raised objections to the idea that it is worth it to build a ring road in such a deserted and dilapidated village.

It's worth it, it's worth it! Can a house that costs 20,000 yuan per square meter be worth it, it is really worth every inch of land.

It was also after the rebirth of Tian Guo that he knew that the East Third Ring Road was originally a broken vegetable field, although it was a rural area close to the city, it was not much different from the far suburban counties. The dirt land, the big tiled houses, donkeys and mules run all over the village, there are no street lights at night, and the darkness is like shooting a ghost movie. During the day, it was a little lively, and the chickens, ducks, pigs and sheep were screaming in their respective circles, scaring enough to come to the house to pick up a cheap field fruit.

The main thing is that the heart is cold, this is the East Third Ring Road? Is it CBD? Is it a place where countless small white-collar workers have sharpened their heads and want to take root? No kidding!

That day, there was a market in the village, most of the people ran to catch the market, the village was empty, Tian Guo pushed his bicycle around the village, but did not find any useful information. Facing the loess with their backs to the sky, these simple and wooden villagers would never have imagined that more than ten years later, skyscrapers would be built on this piece of land, with tens of thousands of houses per square meter, which is a prime location that dominates the dreams of thousands of people.

Yes, they don't know, but Tian Guo knows. So a week later, Tian Guo rode his bicycle into the village again. In order not to let people suspect that she was a spy or a thief with a ghostly heart, Tian Guo also deliberately dressed up as an art college student who went to the countryside to collect style. He carries a paintpad pencil case behind him, a shawl with long hair, and a yellow straw hat on top of his head.

This time, I walked around the village and harvested a lot of fruits, but my heart was also colder. In the 80s, there was no commercial housing, Tian Guo wanted to ask if anyone in the village had bought a house, if so, she hurried home to raise money, and then sat back and waited for the development of commercial housing residential areas here ten years later when the developer knocked on the developer, as a result, hearing "sell houses", the simple farmers were surprised.

"What, sell a house? Who dares to sell the house, and where will they live after the sale? Drink the northwest wind to go? ”

In their opinion, selling a house is equivalent to selling one's life, and the house and land have always been the lifeblood of farmers, even if you give him money, he will not sell, unless it is a change of house, but the risk of changing a house is also very large, besides, the house is changed, what should I do with the land? How inconvenient is farming? Another point is that at that time, you were not allowed to buy or sell houses unless you had a local hukou. In the mid-80s, the land of the East Third Ring Road was still rural, and the people here were naturally non-urban residents. Regardless of anything else, it is impossible to ask Tian Guo to change his urban household registration to a non-urban one at the police station, unless he finds a local man to marry.

Of course, there is still a way to go, that is, to "throw money" hard, dredge all from top to bottom, the police station, the village cadres, and the staff responsible for managing the local land distribution However, Tian Guo turned over the passbook, and the savings of himself and his grandmother together were less than 500 yuan, even if he was ruthless, it was only enough for one person, so he went to the countryside to buy a house. But Tian Guo has been thinking in her heart, now she sees the newspaper that the construction of the third ring road, she has the bottom in her heart, it turns out that this space is the same as that space, once the third ring road is repaired, the commercial housing will be slowly built, and they will work hard to make money first, ten years later, that is, in 1995, it is estimated that the house in the East Third Ring Road will be several hundred and one square meters, if you are lucky, you may be able to buy one.

Even if it's a one-bedroom apartment.

The goal in ten years has been set, so now Tian Guo has shifted his attention to the present. She has roughly planned two paths for herself, one is to return to her old profession as an actor, and the other is to go to the countryside to find Erxi to see if this road is easy to take. However, this road is not easy to walk.

First of all, the eighties still belong to the movie era, and the TV has not yet entered thousands of households, this time I went to Zaozhuang, Tian Guo found that only the village party secretary in the village had a nine-inch black and white TV, which was reluctant to watch it on weekdays, locked in the cabinet and put together with the passbook, which shows how precious it is.

So, who will watch the TV series after filming? In addition, there are several power outages a week. Unless the whole hutong is a particularly petty bourgeoisie, such as Niu Huanran's family, there is basically no habit of watching the news at night, and everyone still likes to go to bed after dark and listen to the radio for a while at most.

And the movie can't be made a few times a year, and there is no box office share, the actors earn dead money, at that time, they all paid attention to dedication, and they earned three or four hundred at the top of a movie, I heard that Liu Xiaoqing only earned more than 300 in total after filming "Furong Town", but she is a movie queen and has box office appeal, what is Tian Guo?

A few days ago, Renyi openly recruited students, and Tian Guoxizi ran over thinking that he had finally been transferred, but he let the teacher blow away before he entered the gate.

"You can't do it with this degree." The teacher looked at Tian Guo sternly, thinking that she was just a little blind stream who came to make trouble, "Look at the enrollment conditions posted on the board, the minimum must be a high school graduate, we are engaged in literature and art, and we are also half an intellectual, you haven't even graduated from elementary school, let me ask you, do you know Shakespeare?" ”

"You know, he is an English writer, he has written many excellent stage plays, "Romeo and Juliet" and "A Midsummer Night's Dream" are two of the most classic, of course, he wrote many plays are very famous, my personal favorite is "Hamlet".

"Hey, seeing that your education is so low, your ideological consciousness is quite high, and you still know Shakespeare." The teacher glanced up and down at Tian Guo. People can't be good-looking, in just a few words, the admissions teacher can see that she still has a bit of connotation, many students in this theater don't even know who wrote "Water Margin" when they are admitted, and their tone can't help but soften, "However, you still can't go in, even if you memorize the complete works of Shakespeare." I'm sorry, classmates, this is the rule, maybe our theater will still recruit students from the masses next year, if you really love literature and art, go to a night school first, so that you have to have a junior Chinese to take the exam again. ”

Next year? The daylilies are cold!

The past is unbearable, Tian Guo only feels that her current self is a useless hero, forget it, she will rest tomorrow, and take the car to Zaozhuang to see the road of wholesale vegetables.