At noon, Wu Jianguo ate in the canteen of the unit, Chu Yumei went to work close to home, and the unit was also loosely managed, so she skipped work early at eleven o'clock and came back early to make lunch for the sisters and brothers.

Lunch is still corn grits mush, plus a plate of fried Chinese cabbage, clear soup with little water, Wu Tian naturally doesn't have much appetite - he can eat two hundred catties of fat in his last life, and he is naturally meatless and unhappy, like this light home-cooked food, it's good to eat it once in a while, if you eat it every day, it's really unacceptable.

But these days, it is not easy to eat meat, pork is not expensive for five cents and six cents a catty, but it is still the era of economic planning, meat is to be supplied by tickets, you can't buy it if you have money without tickets, of course, you can also go to Tao for some meat tickets back, but ordinary people have a salary of fifty or sixty yuan a month, and daily expenses are tight, who is willing to eat meat every day?

Alas, it seems that the first important thing for us to be reborn is to get some pocket money as soon as possible to improve our daily food.

"Xiaotian, drink your soup and don't have any leftovers!" Chu Yumei knocked on the table with the head of chopsticks, reprimanded Wu Tian, who was unwilling to eat, and then turned to Wu Yuan and said, "Yuanyuan, you go to your grandfather's house in a while and bring some fire back." ”

Shannan customs, the twenty-third stove of the twenty-third stove of the lunar month said good things to heaven, to prepare fire, hemp sugar as dry food. Wu Tian's hometown is in the suburbs of the mall, his grandparents have also passed away, and Wu Jianguo and Chu Yumei are busy going to work, so every year Wu Tian's grandmother will steam more fire for Wu Tian's family, and this year is naturally no exception.

"I'm going too!" Thinking of his grandparents, Wu Tian immediately shouted. Before the rebirth of the last life, the grandparents have been dead for several years, for the grandparents who took themselves and their sisters over to live every holiday when they were children, Wu Tian is very emotional, and now that he is reborn, he is naturally happy to meet the two old people again and relive the family affection in his childhood.

"What are you going to do? There are a lot of people in the car during the Chinese New Year, don't lose you! Chu Yumei immediately hit Wu Tian.

Although the old lady is only three years older than herself, she is much worse in the eyes of her mother. From Wu Tian's house in Dongcheng to his grandfather's house at Shannan University in the southern suburbs, there is more than ten miles away, and there is a reversal in the middle of the bus, in Chu Yumei's opinion, ten-year-old Wu Yuan is already capable of this task, but six or seven-year-old Wu Tian is not yet capable of this.

After lunch, Chu Yumei flew to Wu Yuan and sent two cents to take the bus, and she took her son to work.

Wu Tian was not often brought to the unit by Chu Yumei when he was a child, anyway, the work was easy, the library had villain books to read, and he was not afraid of his son making trouble for himself.

But the problem is that Wu Tian is not a six- or seven-year-old kid now, he really doesn't have much interest in villain books, and he really has no interest in being enclosed in a deserted library, and he can't help but be depressed.

But that's fine, an afternoon of purity, can let us sort out our thoughts, think about this life rebirth, how to change the way of life, one will never be aggrieved, and one will let yourself and your family have no regrets......

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"Xiaotian, it's time to fire the cannon."

At dinnertime, Wu Jianguo dismantled a cannon and greeted Wu Tian.

"Hurry up and let yours go, don't crash the child." Chu Yumei shouted dissatisfiedly, "Yuanyuan, come over and help serve the meal!" ”

"What are you afraid of, you will be seven years old after the New Year, and you are still afraid of firing guns? Hehe, come son. Wu Jianguo said with a smile.

Wu Tian shook his sore arm, walked forward with his calves, took the cigarette butt in his father's hand and walked to the firecracker, and took a puff of the cigarette butt to his mouth - habitual action, we were senior old smokers in our last life.

But after a puff of cigarettes, Wu Tian immediately coughed, which is called an uncomfortable - anyway, we are only a little over six years old at this time, and we haven't learned to smoke yet, and our clean lungs can't stand such foreign bodies!

"Hey, boy, why did you smoke it?" Wu Jianguo hurriedly snatched the cigarette butt and looked at his son Zhile, who was holding back his little face and flushed.

Chu Yumei also hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Wu Tian to help him beat his back, but her mouth complained directly to Wu Jianguo: "It's not all learned from you, you are still happy......"

"Hehe......" Wu Jianguo stupidly stuffed the cigarette butt into his mouth and took a puff.

As the saying goes, twenty-three put a whip, twenty-four sweep the house, twenty-five grind tofu, twenty-six to cut meat, twenty-seven to kill a chicken, twenty-eight to apply flowers, twenty-nine to pour wine, thirty children, stay up for the year! Accompanied by the sound of firecrackers lit by my father at the end of the day, after eating the fire and hemp candy that Wu Yuan brought back from his grandfather's house, the flavor of the New Year became stronger, which means that from this moment on, it has officially entered the day of preparing for the New Year.

And for children, whether they have money or not, they will be fired from today - if they don't have money to buy guns, they can still pick up squibs to play.

After dinner, Jia Liang ran to Wu Tian's house again and wanted to pull Wu Tian to pick up the cannon together.

Looking at Jia Liang with a snot bubble on his face, Wu Tian couldn't arouse his interest - we are also reborn people, we can't even afford a cannon, and we don't have to lose our value!

A few words sent Jia Liang away, Wu Tian was bored again - now after dinner, it was just after seven o'clock, and it was a bit early to go to bed at this time, and the family entertainment life in the early eighties was still relatively scarce, Wu Tian's only electrical appliance was an old-fashioned video recorder with radio function, such as a high-end thing like a TV, and the entire compound only had one at home of the deputy curator who lived in the main house of the North House, or a fourteen-inch black-and-white TV, and he was usually reluctant to turn it on, and as long as the TV was turned on, It can almost attract the men, women and children of the entire compound to crowd into the deputy director's house.

Wu Tian watched in the hall for a while and his mother instructed his sister to write her winter vacation homework, and those third-grade questions really couldn't arouse Wu Tian's interest in studying together, so he wandered to the back room with nothing to do, but saw his father Wu Jianguo crawling on the desk and writing the manuscript again.

Wu Jianguo has just become the deputy editor-in-chief of the provincial newspaper, and the standard work must be done personally.

However, with his own excellent skills, in the following years, Wu Jianguo published a number of very influential articles in a row, won the appreciation of the president of the newspaper, and the official position naturally rose again and again, a few years later, with the president who concurrently served as the deputy director of the Propaganda Department of the Provincial Party Committee, Wu Jianguo, who was just not confused, also sat in the high position of the deputy editor-in-chief of the newspaper, but it is a pity that the minister lost his position in the turmoil in the early 90s, and was transferred out of Shannan Province, Wu Jianguo was also affected, and under the pressure of many parties, he resigned gloomily, and his mood was depressed, soon suffered a stroke and fell hemiplegic, and had another stroke in his fifties......

Wu Tian was holding his father's desk, tiptoeing to see what his father was writing, while secretly thinking, let's be reborn, with the advantage of foresight and the vision beyond the times, we have to think of a way to help my father avoid that disaster. You must know that Lu Dao was in the deputy hall at the age of his father at that time, if he hadn't stood on the wrong team with the wrong person, his subsequent achievements would be limitless, and he could be a second-generation official comfortably in this life, or even a good person who simply traveled freely.

"Go, Dad is busy, go outside and play!" Wu Jianguo tugged at the top of Wu Tian's head and said.

Chu Yumei in the hall heard the voice, and hurriedly shouted: "Xiaotian, don't disturb your father, come out and read the comic books." ”

Wu Tian was depressed for his age for a long time, and we are the life of reading comic books, and I have been in the library for an afternoon after reading it, and I want to continue to read it?

I thought that with our super-modern vision, I would be able to guide my father to write a manuscript, maybe I could make him beautiful and promote him in advance, but the problem is that at our age, even if we put forward reasonable opinions, we may not be able to attract my father's attention......

Wu Tian returned to the hall dejectedly, thinking at the same time, it seems that we have to find a way to "pretend" as a "prodigy" and improve our weight in the eyes of our parents......

"Mom, I don't read comic books, do you have any other books?" Wu Tian looked at the stack of comic books that his mother took out and shouted. Prodigy, how can you read villain books? Anyway, you have to look at more braille and fewer pictures to show that we are smarter than our peers, right?

"What do you look at without looking at comic books? How many words do you know? Chu Yumei didn't cooperate at all, directly threw a villain book into Wu Tian's arms, and buried herself in guiding Wu Yuan to write her homework.

Wu Tian is depressed, it seems that the road to get my mother to accept that we are a prodigy seems to be very long, but this kind of thing is not in a hurry, otherwise it will be too much at once, they can't accept it, and they have to send us to the "relevant departments" to study?

Wu Tian was depressed flipping through the stack of comic books, but it was a copy of "Journey to the West", and his eyes couldn't help but light up - this is also a way to make a fortune.

Because of Chu Yumei's work relationship, she often has the opportunity to get some books that are processed in stock, like this kind of comic book or something, Wu Tianjia has a big cardboard box. Although not much has been preserved since then, Wu Tian is well aware of the value of this thing in the collection decades later. Like this set of Journey to the West, a set of 36 complete copies of more than 3,000 pieces in good condition, if the whole set is the first printing, the price will naturally be higher, not to mention those old editions before the founding of the People's Republic of China, and the price of rare editions with small prints is even more outrageous, for example, a single copy of "Chicken Feather Letter" is worth 5,000, and the entire old version of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" even sold for a high price of more than 200,000.

And at the moment, the price of the next comic book is only a penny or two, and even some of the inventory printed in the previous years is only a few cents!

Why don't we get a batch of comic books to save? This thing has a small investment, a large benefit, and the value can increase hundreds or thousands of times, which is more promising than collecting antiques!

But think about it again, the key to the business of collecting is still a "collection", if you don't hide it for decades, where will it appreciate? This work is really not efficient, and it can't change the situation that we want to get rich, have money to spend, and have meat to eat......

Wu Tian was thinking nonsense, and at the same time finished flipping through a book - I don't know how many times I have read Lu Dao in my previous life, just take a look, the content is ripe, where do you need to read it carefully?

Wu Tian stood up, thinking about finding another book to pass the time, but saw that there was still a roll of red paper thrown in the box where the comic book was placed, and he shook it open to take a look, but it was a few couplets, it should have been Wu Yuan went to his grandfather's house to get the fire in the afternoon, and brought it back together.

Wu Tian remembers that when he was a child, his grandfather wrote the Spring Festival couplets for the New Year, and until his grandfather passed away in the nineties, he always maintained this tradition. As a professor at Shannan University, Wu Tian's grandfather's calligraphy is quite good, but the old man is not good for fame and fortune, otherwise it would be impossible to mix up the title of master.

"Don't rummage, be careful to break it!" Chu Yumei shouted.

"It's a big deal, I'll just rewrite it." Wu Tian opened the couplet as he spoke, wanting to appreciate his grandfather's calligraphy again, and he had a chestnut on his head, and the couplet was also snatched by his mother, not to mention how depressed he was.