In the spring of 1980, Shuangjing Village, Henan.

"It's raining, it's raining, whoever has clothes to dry should put them away quickly!"

I stayed in the house with a copy of the general history of China to pass the time, and my neighbor Aunt Wang shouted loudly and pulled me back from the vast history, and subconsciously got up and went to the yard to collect clothes. As soon as he was halfway up, he suddenly sat down again, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly, what clothes did he have now except for the rags on his body...... My name is Qin Zheng, and I am the poorest person in this village.

Again, before the liberation of the old Qin family, they were in Shili Eight Village near Shuangjing Village, and they were definitely a big family with a solid family, and they were standard landlords and old wealth in ancient times. Later, my grandfather Qin Cheng somehow got into trouble with a big man, and his family was in a bad situation, Qin Cheng couldn't stand this stimulation, and went down to drink tea after lying in bed for a few days. But the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, but fortunately, the friends I knew before were quite righteous, and life was quite passable.

The Qin family is also smart, because the tradition of the family has not left behind the reading and literacy, after more than ten years of hard work by my father Qin Kaiyu, he became the principal of Shuangjing Primary School, and the family conditions are getting better and better day by day, although it is impossible to compare with before, but it is also a small white-collar worker in the farmer, and the life is nourishing and moist.

It's just that the blessings are incomparable, and the disasters are not singular. A few days after the good days, the big man who offended in the old days still refused to give up, instigating the little minions in the countryside to constantly find trouble with Principal Qin. Go to school today to make trouble, tomorrow to lift the table, there is no quiet day. Principal Qin watched the miasma of black smoke being tossed in the school, but it was the poor Xiu who met the little ruffian, and there was no other way at all. After a long time, the students couldn't attend class, and the parents were naturally unwilling, and Principal Qin could only scribble, and his mood was naturally extremely depressed.

Principal Qin learned from my father to lie in bed for a few days, and his anger became more and more uncomfortable, so before he died, he called me to his side and pointed to a small locust tree in the yard, and then went down to drink tea.

I was also sad at the time, and I glanced at Principal Qin's hand with blurry teary eyes, and I didn't understand what he meant, and I wanted to ask again but it was too late.

In the next few years, I was disheartened every day, and I couldn't figure out how my good family background could end up like this. I wondered in my heart how I felt that my family, a rural household, could offend such a powerful character? Why is it that as long as the family situation improves slightly, there will be changes? He thinks crankily every day, but as a result, he has no clue at all, and can only add to his troubles.

Later, I simply wanted to recall the sad past, my brain was relaxed, I remembered my father's dying gestures, went to the side of the locust tree a few times, but found nothing, and thought about what happened to my family, sulked and kicked on the small locust tree, this kick doesn't matter, a thing fell from the tree, just smashed on the back of my head, I haven't eaten for more than a day, I almost didn't faint by such a sudden smash, and I didn't get up on the ground for a long time.

After a long time, I sat down on the ground with my strength, while holding my head with both hands to prevent something from falling from the tree, while looking around to see what it was that had just hit him, I saw that there was a yellowed oilskin package half a meter away from him, and when I saw that there was no more anything falling from the tree, I reached out and picked up the oilskin package, which was obviously carefully made, and it was still intact in the wind and rain outside.

I thought that my father was worthy of having read a book, but he knew how to take precautions and hide important things outside early just in case. Thinking like this, I opened the oily package, and instantly had an urge to scold my mother, in this oily package lay quietly two books, a general history of China, and a record of Shanghua Immortals, and there was nothing else.

Although I am inevitably a little disappointed in my heart, but this is the only way it can be, when Principal Qin died, there was nothing at home, and the only two books left were his relics, which could be regarded as having special commemorative value.

I went back to the house, except for the small broken bed and a pair of chopsticks lying on when Principal Qin left, there was nothing in the three big tile rooms, and there was nothing open and bright, and I couldn't help but sigh again.

But I am also worried about this, after the tragic experience of my grandfather and father, I just don't dare to get rich anymore no matter how capable I am, in case I am made any tricks again, then he probably has to follow the old path of his ancestors to drink tea.

With the firm idea that I can't say anything and get rich again, in these years, I have never thought about what to do, and I study the two books left by President Qin in the room every day, and everyone knows that the general history of China is to talk about the history of China since ancient times, Chinese civilization is up and down for 5,000 years, and it has a long history...... And so on, it is well deserved to be said to be a Chinese encyclopedia.

Another book is more interesting, most of the books tell the stories of ancient emperors looking for immortals and immortality, and some of them are gonzo about yin and yang feng shui, the things recorded in the book are novel and weird, and I will read it as a storybook if I have nothing to do.

In just a few years, I haven't learned anything else, I am very familiar with Chinese history and the gossip of the emperors, and they all say that it is wise to read history, this sentence is really a little reasonable, and now my brain is much easier than before.

I put down the general history of China at this time, stuffy in the house for a day, walked to the yard to breathe, the yard was overgrown with weeds, looking back, once representing the glory of the old Qin family of the three large tiled houses also began to be a little dilapidated, the surrounding neighbors have also replaced the thatched houses with large tiled houses, less than three, more than five, through the courtyard wall can see the smoke drifting into the air.

I know that even if that powerful person hadn't died, he would definitely be too old to have the energy to seek revenge on his family, and the tragedy of his ancestors would never happen to him. But every time he stood in the courtyard and saw the scene around him, he felt a sense of peace of mind that there was finally no one in this village who was poorer than his family! He can only be so poor, and no one can seek revenge on him!

It's just that the heart is at ease, the stomach began to make noise at this time, I haven't eaten all day, at this time the stomach has begun to gurgle after the taste, I went back to the house and couldn't find a grain of food, I was about to go out to find something to eat, to the door and bumped into a person, the person's long tiger's back and waist face are muscles, I bumped into it and felt like hitting the wall, I was thinking about who in the village has so much food, raising such a number one person.

Taking two steps back, I fixed my eyes and immediately pounced and shouted in surprise: Old ruffian! How did you get back?!