Wu Jiushan was born in a small peasant family in Wu County, Jiangnan, and his earliest memory began with a small gong and drum.

"Good baby, look here, look here, knock knock, this is a foreign drum, sold by foreigners."

He stretched out a small, white hand to grab it.

The plump young mother with a round face sat in the yard with a smile and teased him.

Later, he got a little lama with foreign iron.

His father, who had a dark face and a black chrysanthemum on his face, praised him.

"Ula, Ula, Ula, our good baby blows so nicely."

Wu Jiushan drooled while puffing up a lot of strength to blow the foreign iron horn.

There was also the foreign gong and drum beside him, these two were the supreme treasures that he never left in his childhood.

When he was six years old, his parents sent him to study in the school and learned the "Three Character Classic", "Hundred Family Names", and "Thousand Character Text" left by his ancestors. I also learn mathematics from the West.

"Now it's the Republic of China, you can't take the exam, it's useful to learn some mathematics, and this can't all be regarded as foreigners' knowledge, there are not too many famous arithmetic scholars in Chinese history."

When he was studying, he filled a porcelain basin with water every morning, washed his face with foreign soap, washed his face, wiped his face with a snow-white foreign towel, and finally looked at the round egg and foreign mirror.

When Wu Jiushan went to school, he most often wore a long shirt of foreign cloth.

He had two biggest wishes at that time, the first was to have a foreign fountain pen of Selulu, and the first was to have a pair of cowhide foreign leather shoes.

But he knew that it was completely impossible, and the cheapest pair of children's leather shoes cost a dollar. The fountain pen is even more intimidating, costing three and a half pieces.

When did all suffering begin?

It started with my father's illness, right?

No, there were sporadic omens earlier.

I remember that year, my father took my mother to the town to catch the market and bought a foreign hot water bottle. This is a very amazing thing, hot water is poured in, and the temperature can be maintained all the time without firewood, and a bowl of tea can be brewed, without having to rush to light firewood to boil water every time. Toss and boil water several times a day.

The white-haired old lady and the old woman at the entrance of the village began to curse.

"The daughter-in-law of the old Wu family, she is too evil, she buys that kind of foreign things and comes back to enjoy them, she is greedy for comfort, she wants to go to eighteen layers of hell, and she will never be able to turn over."

Once, he borrowed a novel "La Traviata" translated from the West, and lit a foreign oil lamp at night with a foreign fire. His mother came to him with a pair of socks and sewed them:

"I also take advantage of this little light to mend socks, foreign oil is now expensive again, and it costs ten dollars to sell a small scoop."

The father smiled and said:

"Don't worry, we won't buy it from the village vendors anymore, and we'll go to the town in the future to buy the whole foreign oil, which will be more than half cheaper."

A few days later, my father went to the town on a boat and bought back the foreign oil that I had heard, and I was drunk and smoked:

"I bought foreign oil, met a relative again, drank a few bowls of Shaoxing, and ate a big bowl of pig's head meat, which is reserved for you in this paper bag."

The mother opened the paper bag and looked at it, and furrowed her eyebrows:

"Why does it taste a little wrong? Don't be broken, right? ”

I didn't let them eat it, and threw it away, and the Wu family even threw things away at that time.

The pork head meat is really not very good, and it is probably broken. My father pulled his stomach several times that night, and the next day, he collapsed in bed and couldn't get up.

The mother was very anxious, and asked someone to go to the town to ask for a doctor, prescribe medicine, grab medicine, and boil medicine.

My father's illness was sometimes good and sometimes bad, and the family was slowly exhausted. In the end, even the family's biggest hope, ten acres of rice fields that were harvested twice a year, were sold.

Father crying in hospital bed:

"It's better to let me die, there are ten acres of land, tenant out, and your mother and son can have enough to eat."

The mother cried even more:

"When you are well and you are diligent, won't we be able to eat enough if we share other people's fields? Seeing you die as a big living person, our mothers are stone hearts, and we can't do it! ”

In this way, a distant relative with some insight came to visit:

"There's no way around this Chinese medicine, why don't you try Western medicine?"

My mother invited two sturdy villagers to travel 80 miles in a boat to Luzhi Town, a town with Western medicine.

Wu Jiushan is the eldest son in the family and is going to accompany him.

The father was taken to the western medicine in the town.

The Western doctor wore a mask, asked in detail about the illness, and listened to his father's stomach back and forth with a strange tool:

"This is recurrent gastroenteritis, or hepatitis, no matter what inflammation, use Mr. Shandong's medicine."

I opened a list and asked me to pay five dollars.

Wu Jiushan asked:

"So expensive? Is it a foreign medicine sold by foreigners? ”

The Western doctor actually sneered:

"Scared, what kind of foreigner's medicine, this is the medicine made by our Chinese Mr. Shandong, and the foreigner is also crying and shouting to buy that!"

So Wu Jiushan knew about Mr. Shandong, and the most important thing is that foreigners are rushing to buy Chinese medicine! From a very young age, he remembered that for daily use, foreigners' things were always better.

God took pity on the Wu family, and after changing to Western medicine, my father's body recovered quickly.

In the spring, my father went to tenant ten acres of land, and he got up early every day and was busy at night:

"Don't worry, what we have is strength, and we can still live this day."

God has mercy on the Wu family, in the past six months, the wind has been smooth, the rain has been smooth, and the little insects have not come to make trouble.

Great harvest! My father put on an old felt hat and rocked a boat to carry new rice to the town to sell.

"Five pieces of brown rice and three pieces of millet."

"How much?"

The father couldn't believe his ears, and his voice trembled.

The villagers who came with him were discussing:

"Let's go to Luzhi Town to sell it!"

"Scared, you are going to Shanghai, and the price is the same, and now there is a shortage of food? Annam, Siamese, American flour, Australian flour, oceanic ships are transported over, delicious and cheap. ”

The father sold the new rice and came back in despair, and the rice money paid the rent, and there was nothing left. The newly sown seedlings needed fertilizer, so my father had to borrow money at five cents interest.

The boss who sells fertilizer laughs:

"There is a foreigner's fertilizer, cheap and easy to use, do you want it?"

When my father came home, he threw the tea bowl:

"Foreign goods and cloth, foreign rice and foreign noodles, foreign fertilizer, China does not produce anything, and we expect foreigners to feed us? I can see clearly, this foreigner is openly selling us foreign goods, and secretly wants to drink up our blood! ”

Xu Jiushan comforted his father:

"I read in the newspapers that the harvest was exceptionally abundant, the grain was in surplus, grain prices were low, and the peasants could not bear the hardships, and the national government invited all sectors of society to jointly raise a relief plan."

The father sat still:

"What can be a good solution? Unless we also have good things in China to sell to foreigners. ”

Listening to his father's words, suddenly a lightning bolt swept across Wu Jiushan's head, and he recalled with some hesitation:

"There is a kind of medicine from Mr. Shandong in China, and foreigners are vying to buy it."

…… Dividing line ......

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