Abba. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info "Wen Peicheng was a little surprised.

"You dead ghost, if you know everything, why do you still need me to be so poor with you? No matter how powerful you are, you're just a stinky old man of the Kuomintang, and now you're nothing. Wen Peicheng's grandmother scolded while moving away from the door of the room.

"If you don't have culture, pigs are afraid." Wen Peicheng's father shook his head and muttered.

"You dead ghost, I'm uneducated, but I'm also carried to your house in a sedan chair, if it weren't for the matchmaker's blindness, I would have suffered with you? Wen Peicheng's aunt chased and scolded.

In the room, Wen Anbang sat at the head of the bed paved with old wooden planks, and Wen Peicheng sat on a simple wooden pier. Next to it, there was a desk that was about to break his leg, and on the desk were the Four Books and Five Classics and the Three Character Texts.

"Abba, don't be angry with my grandma." Wen Peicheng couldn't find more comforting words.

"It's okay, your grandma is resentful, this is not to blame her, I think she was also a flower in ten miles and eight towns back then, and the matchmaker broke through the door of her house, and she chose to marry into my family, I am already very grateful to her."

Alas! Wen Anbang sighed and then said, "If life has been living as usual, it is estimated that she will not become what she is today, but this land has been turned upside down, everyone has changed, and no one can go back to the past." Blame me for not being able to let her live a good life, and follow me with a landlord's hat, it's me who has affected her and you, but fortunately, now the policy is lenient. The profundity in Wen Anbang's eyes can't hide his elegance back then, but whose background can be chosen? Whose age can be discarded?

Life is like this, it is like a piece of music, deep and shallow notes, singing high and low, when you sing until the wind rises and the moon sets, when you sing to the thundering mountain and the sun, the closing charm is coming, and the performance will end no matter how lively it is.

Wen Peicheng watched Wen Anbang start to enter the depths of his memory again when he was thinking about it, and he couldn't understand much. What stayed in the depths of his memory was that he knew that his father was a landlord, and that landlords were the exclusive product of the old society and the force hindering the development of the new society, and he also knew that the word landlord meant that he occupied more land and wealth in the countryside, and he also knew that these land and wealth belonged to everyone, not just his own family.

"Landlord calf" is a title he has been carrying since he can remember, and this title deprived him of the opportunity to study in the second grade of junior high school. Although he didn't read much, he was greatly influenced by Abba, and often read some three-character texts by himself, and he could feel that society was just a system, and each system followed the survival of the fittest, and the new growth society was the result of the balance of power and balance achieved by the long-term collision of social forces.

Wen Peicheng was called a "landlord calf" in name only, their family began to smoke marijuana and smoke a lot of cigarettes as early as his grandfather's generation, and the family's fertile land was almost ruined, just like the old society, which has already shown signs of decay. At that time, however, the division of class composition was basically based on the land and wealth owned during the period. The villagers are kind, although they divided their families into landlord components, but they all know the details, so when they beat and kneeled other landlords, they were spared the pain of their family, and their family was not guarded by the group like other landlords, it seems that their ancestors also had foresight, so that their descendants became the luckiest landlords.

It's really a blessing and a curse, who knows.

"Abba, you see my body is strong." Wen Peicheng patted his chest and brought Wen Anbang back to his senses.

"I don't see many opportunities for you to read, and I'm very anxious, but your body is tall and strong." Wen Anbang's face stretched after speaking.

"Abba, don't worry, I can sell coolies to support my family. Wen Peicheng's eyes were determined.

"Peicheng, although you have lost the opportunity to study since you were a child, but now that the policy is so lenient, your children have the opportunity to study, no matter how poor you are in the future, you must send your children to study, read more, and read good books."

"Peicheng, in your golden age of reading, you have always believed in "three burdens of cow and six baskets", illiterate heroes, I have no right to comment on right and wrong. But I ask you to read the sentence repeatedly: "There is a jasper house in the book, and there is always a golden house in the dream." ”

"Abba, I'll remember."

"Do you hate me for finding you such a mediocre-looking woman as a wife? Wen Anbang asked again.

"No, Abba."

"Abba, it's good to have a girl marry in our era, there's nothing to be picky about."

"Yes." Wen Anbang is easy-going son.

"Don't look at your wife's mediocre appearance, people are a high school culture, a few levels higher than you, and the wives married by men of the same age as you are all illiterate in big words, just by virtue of this, our family is ahead. And your wife Abba's family is also a landlord, and the composition is the same as ours, you are the right family, and there is no class distinction. “

"Abba, I know."

"That's good." After Wen Anbang finished speaking, he put on reading glasses.

"Abba. My fourth sister, I don't have a name yet, you can give it a name! Wen Peicheng solicited.

"Okay." Wen Anbang lowered his head, was silent for a moment, and then raised his head and said

"If you decide to keep her within a second, it's called Wen Yis."