There was another meteor flying in the sky, and the old elder with his tail was dragging and flew over in the north, and it happened that at this moment, a dark cloud flew over and didn't know where to go, and it happened to cover the Ziwei Emperor Star, Cha Wenbin frowned slightly, and there was a thought in his heart: Could it be ......

After about ten minutes, I felt the stone of my sleep shake a little, and I thought it was a dream, so I rolled over and went back to sleep. A moment later, a louder shaking knocked me off the stone, and I felt the earth shake with my hands on the ground, and the slate room had to slide down the slate.

"Earthquake!" It's a term I've seen in books, and I've only heard it.

It is said that that night, somewhere in China, a city was completely wiped out, with hundreds of thousands of dead and wounded. Of course, this is an afterthought, where do we know this when we hide in the mountains.

Since then, Cha Wenbin has been out every night to look at the stars, and he sometimes puts out stones to calculate. I asked him what he saw. He said that something big was going to happen to the land, and it was going to happen soon.

Celestial phenomena and personnel often have amazing coincidences. It is said that in 1947 in Zhidan County, northern Shaanxi, one afternoon, there was a large fireball in the northwest sky to the southwest**. At that time, the villagers in northern Shaanxi said: "Chiang Kai-shek is almost finished." Sure enough, a little more than two years, the Jiang dynasty collapsed.

Since the beginning of spring in 1976, Zhou Enlai and Zhu De, two revolutionary predecessors, have passed away one after another, and a major earthquake occurred in Tangshan. I don't know, maybe he already has the answer in his mind.

In September of that year, ** died of illness, and the whole country fell into mourning, we were in the mountains, but Cha Wenbin had already told me on the first day: The crape myrtle emperor star was gone.

Another month passed, in the autumn, the Gang of Four officially collapsed, and all kinds of unjust cases across the country were rehabilitated one after another. When I saw the chimney of my house smoke for the first time, I knew I could go home.

Home, I've been gone for a whole year, but I finally have a home. The next time was rehabilitation and endless investigations, because I was fleeing, the procedures for educated youth were still in the northeast, and the household registration here could not be lost, and I could not get food stamps or work. Fortunately, I knew about my father's unjust case at that time, and the organization didn't make it too difficult for me, but I and Cha Wenbin were taken to the county town to make a record and register it, which was the last time I saw him, it was Layue in 1976. Before the Chinese New Year, I received a photo from the north, a photo of me, the fat man and Yuan Xiaobai and Cha Wenbin, I don't know if the three of them received it separately.

During the Lunar New Year in 1977, I once went to Wulipu, but there was no one in the Cha family, and I heard from the people in their village that Cha Wenbin was gone, and he had gone with his crazy master a month ago. It was the first time I saw his house, two adobe houses, with a fenced yard and a date palm in the yard. During the festival, every household posted red and hung colors, but the door frame of this house was written with a mourning couplet with black characters on a white background.

In 1978, I spent time in Hongcun, and my father's problems were basically investigated, he was wronged, and my mother was equally innocent. But after this toss, both of them grew old, and all of a sudden their hair turned gray, because they were kept in a dark and damp place for many years, and my father had severe arthritis, so that he could no longer go to the ground; My mother, too, was sick, and her waist was badly wounded, and she was said to have been beaten with sticks with thick mouths, because she did not want to identify my father as a spy.

In 1979, I was an adult, and my family was beginning to decline, and in the countryside, losing labor meant losing everything. My family used to have only half a sweet potato left, and my father gave it to my mother, who said she was not hungry, and finally no one gave it to eat and fed the mice. That year, I began to take over the burden of the family, and I also owed more than 600 yuan in debt for medical treatment and life, which was definitely an astronomical amount for a family like mine at that time.

In May 1979, after being forced to do so, I was ready to give it a go, sold one of my family's pigs, pooled up the travel expenses, and embarked on the southbound train with many others.

Shenzhen, at that time was still a small fishing village, and my destination was Guangzhou. It was a strange place to me, I didn't understand the language, and I couldn't get used to the food, but countless people like me came here every day to beg for a bite to eat, and that's when I started my life of sleeping on the streets.

Guangzhou is realistic and cruel, and I just want to make ends meet on the streets every day. I don't have much education, I don't have much social experience, I have carried sandbags, I have also gone to the construction site to mix cement, and my strength is not as good as that of my twenty or thirty years old, and finally I got a job pulling rickshaws in Guangzhou, that is, rickshaw driver.

As the earliest open city, everything here is beyond imagination for me, a rural bun, and the people here are shrewd. For example, when they came back from Hong Kong to process electronic products, the cost of an electronic watch was only two yuan, but it could reach ten yuan when it was wholesaled, and soon I learned from the businessmen sitting in my car that if such a watch was brought to the north, its price would quadruple.

Such profits were built on the information asymmetry and resource-poor seller's market of that era, and the huge Chinese society was suppressed by the Cultural Revolution for a decade

The demand was released in an instant, and a pirated cassette was shipped to the north, and someone would rob the head and break the blood. So, half a year later, I also joined this army: Fallen master!

The first thing I poured was flared jeans, a total of 50 pieces, which I had saved by pulling a rickshaw in Guangzhou for half a year, and I once again stepped on the train to the north. In Shanghai, as soon as I stepped out of the train station, I opened the package and set up a stall on the spot, and in less than five minutes, the goods were snatched up. Overjoyed, I booked a return ticket on the same day, and from then on, the career of my grandfather officially began.

Clothes, electronic products, audio products, daily necessities, hardware and accessories, in short, what makes money, what goods are good to take, I will take anything. For about half of the time, I spent that time on the train, and the cities I went to were only as fast as I could buy the fastest northbound train, no matter where it ended.

I have lasted this kind of life for more than half a year, during which I have lost and earned, and most of the losses are deceived and deceived, after all, I am still young. All the money earned was sent back to my hometown. Half a year later, I am still a breeze on my sleeves, and I am at home all over the world.

When I said goodbye to the fat man, I was in Xi'an, and that time I brought a large box of Teresa Teng cassette, a bestseller on the market. Under the old city gate building in Xi'an, I opened the zipper bag without hurry while nibbling on the mutton steamed bun, and put the cassettes on a blue cloth one by one.

"Brother, why do you sell this cassette?"

I didn't raise my head and replied casually: "Five yuan for one book, ten yuan for three books, how much do you want?" ”

The man said, "It's so expensive, I'll look at a maximum of five cents for a book, how about it, I'll ask for all five cents!" ”

"Get out, get out, get out!" I was most annoyed by this kind of no-brainer, and I noticed that the feet in front of me were still in place, and a fleshy hand reached towards my cassette.

"Hey, you, I said I wouldn't sell it!" I looked up and saw that a basin-sized face with a dark blue Lei Feng hat was smiling at me, and the big hand grabbed a cassette and weighed it a few times and said, "Just five cents, to sell or not to sell?" ”

"Roll the calves!" I stood up and punched him, and he was still so strong.

There is a dumpling restaurant in the Bell and Drum Tower Square called "Defa Chang", and there is a jar of apricot blossom village in front of me and the fat man, I am not strong enough to drink, but I still remember drinking it when we were separated two years ago.

Being drunk was a must, and we drank all afternoon.

After the fat man made a detour to Taiyuan, it was two months after he returned to Chengdu, and he found his father's comrades-in-arms through a friend and inquired about the whereabouts of his family. His father, an upright man, committed suicide in prison and was hanged from the ** gear with his trousers torn into strips of cloth, and his wife followed suit. After the death of the two husbands and wives, the bodies were thrown on the square of Renmin South Road, and no one dared to collect the bodies for seven days, and finally several subordinates in front of his father secretly found two wheelbarrows and pulled them away in the middle of the night.

The fat man's mansion also became the office of the Revolutionary Committee, and he had nowhere to go, and before leaving, the fat man went to the car company to steal a tank of gasoline and slipped back to the compound in the middle of the night. He knew that place too well, he grew up with it, and the wolf dogs who guarded the yard used to eat with him in the same bowl, and poured the house that originally belonged to him with gasoline to penetrate the inside, and began to flee after lighting a fire. Until now, he is still a black household, and he doesn't dare to go back to his home, so he can only live in the area of Xi'an