"Uh, I'm going to pour it now, I'm sorry, Uncle Hou." Jing Miaozhu stuck out her tongue, a little embarrassed.

"Big niece, don't be busy, I'm not thirsty." Hou Fei hurriedly excused himself.

"Thin monkey, our brothers are born and died, coming to my house is like coming to your house, don't be polite." Jing Zhicheng was immediately stabbed, and his tone was heroic and dry.

"Humph!" Hearing Jing Zhicheng's words, Bu Xiumin was a little unhappy and glared at Jing Zhicheng.

"Hehe, but, skinny monkey, you have to remember at any time, our family is headed by my wife, and she is the biggest in the family! Oh, where is this tea, it's so delicious, it's good for the body, it's really god! Jing Zhicheng, who took a sip of tea, shouted loudly.

"This is the fairy tea that Xiao Yang specially asked me from the old fairy for conditioning my body, I am reluctant to drink it on weekdays, and today you two are blessed." Looking at Jing Zhicheng's fuss, just like when he drank it for the first time, Bu Xiumin held back a smile and said unhurriedly.

"Oh, Xiao Yang, you are really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger in Longhu Mountain, and there are treasures all over the mountain, it's really envious!" Jing Zhicheng had time to look at Yang Jibin carefully, and only felt that this young man had clear eyebrows, good facial features, handsome appearance, and a little childish, but his calm momentum was like an abyss, making people unable to figure out his actual age.

"Uncle Jing, if you like it, I'll find a way to get you some in the future."

"Okay, then thank Xiao Yang first." Jing Zhicheng is really unkind, and his personality is very bold.

"Greed is not enough to swallow elephants, you must learn to be content and happy, you have not yet sat firmly on your ass and started to bully other people's young people, right? Xiao Yang, don't listen to him, I know this tea is not easy to come by. Bu Xiumin stopped with a voice. I'm afraid that Yang Jibin will be embarrassed.

"Auntie, it's out of the way, I'll do my best, our wild tea in Longhu Mountain has now begun to be cultivated on a large scale, and its taste is not much worse than this. Uncle, look at your weathered face. I'm afraid it's been a really hard time these years. Yang Jibin began to change the subject.

"Yes, it's good to be at home for a thousand days, but it's hard to go out for a while, and those days are really hard." After Jing Zhicheng took a sip of tea, he told everyone about his experience over the years.

It turned out that the family was really poor and couldn't open the pot back then, so Jing Zhicheng wanted to break through outside, make more money, and improve his life.

He first arrived in Fucheng. I stayed there for two years, didn't save any money, and then traveled north through Qinchuan, Sanjin, Yanjing and finally arrived in Hei Province, and walked over most of China. On the border, he traveled back and forth between the Black Province and the Soviet Union, and was arrested and imprisoned five years ago for the implication of several people such as Skinny Monkey.

"Fallen master" is a special group that appeared in the 80s of the last century, and the term "fallen master" was widely popular in the mid-to-late 80s and early 90s of the last century. The mainland is in the process of shifting from a planned economy to a market economy, especially in the era of dual-track price system. Some people take advantage of the difference in the prices of planned and unplanned commodities to buy and resell the relevant commodities in the market for profit. He is nicknamed 'Fallen Master'.

'Fallen Lord' was once popular all over the country, especially in the Yanjing area.

After suffering a blow at home, the 'fallen masters' soon turned their attention abroad. 'I can earn a Mercedes for a week doing business in Russia. In the '90s, such inflammatory claims were widely circulated in the country. became an 'international master',

In fact. In places such as the Black Province bordering Russia, border trade has been quite prosperous since the 1980s, and many villages and villages have people in Russia who are 'old masters', coming back and going, and going back and forth. The locals still remember the 'grand scene' of 'a cart of watermelons for a tank'.

The railway from Yanjing to Moscow via Manchuria is more than 9,000 kilometers long. The international train runs once a week, six days and six nights, and this international train is the main means of transportation for those international 'fallen masters'. And in the eyes of the 'fallen masters', this route is as familiar as a country road back to the hometown.

As soon as the train entered the territory of Russia, at every station, the 'fallen masters' swarmed down with leather jackets and down jackets, and the platform was already crowded with Russians waiting to buy them.

These 'fallen masters' have made a lot of money, and these legends have been passed on by word of mouth after returning to China, which is very inciting. For a time, the border set off an upsurge of border trade among the whole people. From the initial 'inverted master' in Hei Province and Yanjing's 'inverted master', it has developed mainly in southern Fujian and Qianjiang's 'inverted master'.

It's just that only these international 'masters' know the hardships. The route of Sino-Russian non-governmental trade was opened by them with sweat and even blood, and the story during it was thrilling, and the people concerned looked back on the past and felt extremely complicated. Almost all of the people who have walked on the road of the fallen father's career have encountered robberies, and some have died.

In Moscow, Russia's largest Chinese goods market, Asté, although the appearance is simple, but the rent is extremely high. The annual rent and various 'benefit fees' and 'protection fees' of the store are about 500,000 yuan. However, compared to the profits of the business, these 'small money to send the Russians' are no longer in the calculations of the 'bad masters'.

The business has become bigger, and the money has been made more, and the difficult thing is to bring the money back to Huaxia. Checking the dollars carried by each Chinese merchant became an important task for the Russian customs. Because at that time, the train was the only channel, and the 'fallen masters' could only risk taking thousands or even hundreds of thousands of dollars back to China.

As a result, every time I enter and leave Russia, it becomes a kind of carnival-like catharsis. As soon as the train entered Russia, the people who entered the dining car were all Chinese 'masters', because every time they arrived at a Russian station, the goods would be out of stock immediately. And as soon as the train left the Russian border and entered China, the 'fallen masters' breathed a sigh of relief: It's good to go home!

Speaking of this, Yang Jibin remembered that in the original history, after the collapse of the Soviet Union on December 25, 1991, the mission of the ruble was continued in the Russian Federation, but its status has been crumbling and not as good as before. Another upheaval is inevitable.

Sure enough, in 1993, the Russian government carried out the largest ruble reform in history, replacing the old ruble with a new version of the ruble, and the old ruble, which began to be issued in 1961, completely withdrew from the stage of history. Moscow, which was financially undefended, began financial liberalization without preparation and regulation, and it was this move that brought deep disaster to the Soviet Union.

After the collapse of the ruble exchange rate market, the international capital raiders who had set up a financial scam paid off the huge ruble debt with only a pitiful dollar and bought the state-owned assets of the former Soviet Union at a low price.

In this way, the United States spent only a few hundred million dollars to earn the wealth that the people of the former Soviet Union had accumulated for 70 years -- a wealth worth $28 trillion.

At the same time, Yang Jibin also remembered Mr. Mou, the first inverted master in China, whose feat was 'reversing the plane', which was a commercial miracle in the early days of reform and opening up. The topics he likes to talk about are big words like the country, reform, and destiny. As a first-generation private entrepreneur, the story of Mr. Mou, who was imprisoned three times, from the richest man in the mainland to the first fraudster, is a legend of this era.

A room full of people sighed and sighed for a long time, but they never thought that Jing Zhicheng had so many legendary stories over the years, and the experience of being born and dying many times made Bu Xiumin's mother and daughter emotionally ups and downs, Bu Xiumin lost control of his emotions several times, and scolded him: "Why don't you die like that?" Money is the most important thing. ”

Listening to his wife's warm concern, Jing Zhicheng was very moved, hugged Bu Xiumin and said, "Don't worry, as long as there are dangerous things in the future, I will never do it again." I won't let you be frightened, I will use my own hands to let you live a happy life. ”

"Woo woo, you bastard, you have to count when you speak, no matter when, I won't allow you to leave without saying a word like before, and we will raise this family together. You don't want to keep everything in your mind, you know? Bu Xiumin choked up and instructed.

"Alright. I know, I know I was wrong before! There are times in life that must be there, and there is no time in life to ask for it, alas, more than ten years have passed, and it is really a bamboo basket for water. Jing Zhicheng was a little discouraged, he had already accumulated a lot of wealth, but he never thought that when he was ready to return to his hometown, something went wrong, all his income was confiscated, and he was imprisoned.

"It's okay, uncle, it's the best gift for you to go home safely, as for everything else, it really doesn't matter, if the two uncles have any ideas, just put them forward, I will definitely help!" Yang Jibin knew that Jing Zhicheng was still very concerned about the wealth that he failed to bring back to change his life, and he must be very ashamed in his heart.

When Yang Jibin returned home after dinner at Jing Miaozhu's house, it was already seven o'clock in the afternoon.

"Xiaobin, you're finally back, why did it take two days to go out?" As soon as Li Wenrong saw Yang Jibin, he asked.

"Mom, Sister Xu's father's disability is more serious, and it took a little more time. I was supposed to be home in the afternoon, but when I arrived in the county, it was just in time for my friend's father to come back from afar, so I delayed the meeting again. What's the matter, I'm not back, don't you worry. ”

"You kid, it's not big, there are a lot of things, how is Xu Xuenan's father now, can he be cured?"

"Do you still need to say, I'm out of the horse, there can be things that can't be done, one or two after the quasi-healthy one, I can walk and jump!"

"That's good. It's August 25th now, and school will start in a few days, so it's time to take care of it. Li Wenrong looked at Yang Jibin, who was getting wilder and wilder, both proud and worried.

"I know, if you don't read some dead books, when will I not be the first in the exam?" Yang Jibin said disdainfully. (To be continued......)