Walking into the dim study room of the Zhou family, after his eyes gradually adjusted to the environment, Liu Jun was really taken aback.

My dear, that's a veritable bookstore. Although there were no decent bookshelves, the cabinets and benches were full of books, and they were neatly stacked.

It seems that this Mr. Zhou is not an ordinary bookworm.

It's a mess on his own body, like a flower child. These precious books are not ambiguous at all.

Liu Jun couldn't help but be in awe.

Regardless of whether Mr. Zhou can give himself any benefits after his comeback, he deserves respect for other people's love for books. If a country and a nation want to rise, it must ultimately rely on knowledge.

"Xiaojun, tell Uncle what book do you want to read?"

There was a clear cordiality in Mr. Zhou's tone. Although it is the traditional virtue of Chinese intellectuals to stick to poverty and be willing to endure loneliness, Mr. Zhou is still very happy to visit the Liu family father and son. What's more, he is still a book lover, and he is scratching Mr. Zhou's itch.

"Uncle, you have a lot of books...... I'll find it myself. ”

Liu Jun also automatically filtered out the word "Zhou" in front of him and directly called him uncle.

Mr. Zhou looked at him with interest for a while and nodded.

"Okay, you look for it yourself, I'll go talk to your father."

"Well, okay, thank you, uncle."

In his previous life, Liu Jun was highly short-sighted, and because he was greedy for villain books and martial arts novels, he wore two thick bottle bottoms when he was a teenager. Now that he is only seven years old, his eyes are naturally very good. Although Mr. Zhou's study was very dim, it was difficult for anyone. Thanks to Mr. Zhou, who is old and short-sighted, how can I find books in such a dim environment? A professor in the hall, because of a trumped-up crime, was sent to Matang Bay, a place where birds don't, and was so poor that he had to pinch his fingers to count kerosene money when he lit a kerosene lamp, which was really evil.

Mr. Zhou's books are divided into categories, and the history and philosophy of the party are grouped into one category, with the largest number, most of which are editions issued after the founding of the People's Republic of China, and the four volumes of the "Selected Works" are placed in the most conspicuous position, and there are also a few original editions in foreign languages. Yoo Jun's English is too poor to be recognized. But Liu Jun estimates that one of them is Nietzsche's famous book "Thus Said Zarathustra". Next to the philosophy of party history are history books, most of which are complete with 24 histories, and there are even wire-bound books. The third category is books. It can be seen that Mr. Zhou has a wide range of works, including most of the four classical masterpieces and the works of Tolstoy, Voltaire and Shakespeare, as well as the representative works of Xu Zhimo and other standard-bearers of the New Culture Movement, such as "Shima's Poems" and "Falling Leaves", and Mr. Lu Xun's works are also indispensable. To Liu Jun's surprise, he actually found "heresies" such as "Strange Tales from Liaozhai" and "Sou Shen Ji" that were not accepted by serious scholars. It can be seen that Mr. Zhou's heart is not old-fashioned at all, and his thinking mode is not very rigid.

Even in his previous life, Liu Jun had never seen such a rich collection of books in private. I really don't know how Mr. Zhou managed to preserve these books during his purgatory-like political campaign. I'm going to help him go back to his hometown. The cadres of the Matangwan Brigade are not very literate and do not attach importance to books. If you stay in the provincial capital, it is estimated that these extremely precious books will be in danger. For a book-loving person like Mr. Zhou, ruining his book may be worse than killing him. This is the so-called "Saiong lost his horse and knew that he was not blessed".

Liu Jun searched carefully in the stacks of books with joy, and the respect for Mr. Zhou in his heart increased a few points.

Although I only studied a tattered junior college in my previous life, I had a soft spot for reading, and when I arrived at Mr. Zhou's library (the study room is not enough to describe its scale), I really felt like I had just entered Baoshan. Before you know it, it's getting dark.

"Joon, Joon......"

It was Yoo Jinjae's voice.

"Xiaojun, what books did you choose?"

Mr. Zhou asked with a smile, it seems that the two intellectuals had a good chat.

Holding a large stack of books, Yoo Jun struggled to cross the threshold (at that time, there was a high bluestone threshold between each room in rural houses, I don't know what kind of custom it was).

"Oh, there are quite a few books to choose from, come, uncle."

Mr. Zhou smiled and took a book, and was stunned at that time.

"The Art of War?"

Not a vernacular version, but a classical Chinese version.

"Xiaojun, do you know what kind of book this is?"

"Yes. Uncle has just talked about the Art of War. ”

Liu Jincai was also surprised, and took the books in his son's hand to read them one by one.

"Strange Stories...... Three kingdoms...... General History of China...... The Book of Poetry ......" Liu Jincai almost exclaimed: "This ...... There's also a foreign book here......"

Mr. Zhou took a look and said, "It's Shakespeare's Hamlet, the modern version of ......."

"Xiaojun, you picked it all yourself? Can you read it? ”

Liu Jincai looked at his son with a look of surprise. Mr. Zhou also stared at Liu Jun with a strange expression.

Liu Jun couldn't help laughing and replied seriously: "I don't understand." ”

Liu Jincai first let out a long sigh, and then showed a slightly disappointed look.

Dad, do you really think of your son as a prodigy? The seven-year-old kid just watched "The Art of War", no matter how he said it, it was also a square word, somewhat familiar. Watch the English version of Hamlet? Save it!

"I don't understand, so what are you doing with it?"

Liu Jun replied very seriously: "I can't understand it, my uncle can understand it, my uncle can teach me!" ”

Yoo Jun was taken aback again.

Mr. Zhou smiled: "Dare to love Xiaojun is trying to apprentice?" ”

Liu Jun tilted his head and asked innocently: "I just want to worship Uncle as a teacher, I don't know if Uncle is willing to accept it?" ”

Mr. Zhou was stunned, his face became solemn, he looked at Liu Jincai, and said seriously: "Jincai, Xiaojun is a good seedling, if you think about it well, you will definitely become a great tool." But I'm a rightist, you have to think clearly. ”

Liu Jincai groaned, unable to make up his mind for a while.

You must know that although the end of the Great Revolution is approaching at this time, how can the ordinary people in it know that China is about to undergo great changes? Even after the Gang of Four is smashed, it will take a few years for the real overall situation to change. In all the times when "class struggle is the key link," it is not fun to be stained with the big hat of a rightist.

Only Liu Junqing clearly knows that the chaos is coming to an end and the prosperous era is coming.

"Dad, don't you often say that a student's task is to study? It's a good thing that I study with my uncle. ”

Mr. Zhou's eyebrows were raised, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Liu Jincai also smiled: "As long as your uncle is not too troublesome, of course I can't ask for it." Mr. Zhou, what do you think? ”

Mr. Zhou laughed: "You're not afraid, what am I afraid of?" It's boring to be idle anyway.,Xiaojun is smart and clever.,I like it very much.。 ”

Liu Jun was overjoyed: "Uncle, do you agree?" ”

"Agreed."

Mr. Zhou nodded heavily.

Great intellectuals like him, who follow the way of Confucius and Mencius, usually also advocate the gentlemanly demeanor of "a promise and a thousand gold".

Liu Jincai smiled and said, "Xiaojun, aren't you called a teacher?" ”

What Yoo Jun did next surprised the two adults again. Liu Jun actually knelt down, kowtowed respectfully three times, raised his head, and called out crisply, "Hello, teacher!" ”

In an instant, Mr. Zhou burst into tears.

……

I thought that Mr. Bai Zhou made a lot of money as a teacher, but who knew that he was asking for hardship. This old master is not ordinary strict, and he is serious and brings out the master's shelf. For more information, please take a look at the schedule below.

Monday afternoon: 1 hour in English, 1 hour in Chinese.

Tuesday afternoon: 1 hour in Russian, 1 hour in arithmetic.

Wednesday afternoon: 1 hour in English, 1 hour in history.

Thursday afternoon: 1 hour in English, 1 hour in Chinese.

Friday afternoon: 1 hour in Russian, 1 hour in arithmetic.

Saturday afternoon: 1 hour in English, 1 hour in physics.

Sunday morning: revision, quizzes.

My mom, she's a crammer! Dare to love Mr. Zhou has not been on the podium for many years, and plans to live Liu Jun's addiction to being a teacher.

Liu Jun looked at this schedule, his eyes were straight, his calves and stomach were turning straight, and the cold air was rising up his spine. Does this still make people live? If you were in a Western country, you would have accused him of child abuse. But there is no precedent for an apprentice to sue the master. And this teacher is to be worshiped by his own family, and as soon as he finished the apprenticeship ceremony, he immediately regretted it, which is really a bit unreasonable.

"Xiaojun, can you persevere?"

Mr. Zhou asked lightly.

Liu Jincai looked at his son, a little nervous, and a little unbearable.

Although Liu Jun is unhappy in his heart, he can't drop the chain. If you want to be a good boy and reap the benefits, you have to pay a price. So he gritted his teeth and nodded: "Yes!" ”

"Well, from tomorrow onwards, let's follow this schedule. If you're lazy and don't listen well, be careful. ”

The so-called beating hand board was a "dictatorial method" commonly used by elementary school teachers at that time to maintain the dignity of the teacher, which was to beat the palm of the hand with a piece of bamboo, and with a little force, one guy went down, which was enough to make Mr. Liu Jun's slender hand swollen like a balloon.

Yoo Jun gasped and began to sweat coldly on his forehead. It is precisely "it is still against the sins of heaven, but it is impossible to live for the sins of oneself". So far, there is only a hard head, just like the Cantonese people say, "Lose the old mother, top hard, a few big, a few big".

Seeing that it was getting late, it was about to be shown. Liu Jincai stood up to say goodbye and invited Mr. Zhou and his family to watch a movie. Liu Jun originally thought that Mr. Zhou would definitely not be interested in this kind of "Gao Daquan" didactic movie, but who knew that the old master would happily agree.

As soon as Liu Jun's mind turned, he understood his thoughts. The old master wanted to understand the political trends of the upper echelons from the movie. Television sets were as rare as aliens, and the main sources of information in the vast countryside were movies and newspapers.

Before going out, Liu Jun suddenly asked, "Dad, what day is today?" ”

"September 6th."

Liu Jun's heart jumped suddenly. On September 6, 1976, three days later, a major event that shocked the whole world was about to take place.