Since 1983

"Small, eat meat!"

"Son, eat this, this, mom specially made it for you!"

"Small it!"

Xu Fei was sitting at the dinner table, a little overwhelmed by his mother's enthusiasm. His father was fine, but he poured himself wine from time to time.

Cup after cup, cup after cup, I almost drank my stomach to droop.

No way, who made him not go home for more than a year?

"Have you completed all the formalities?"

"It's done. I'm specially given a vacation this time. I can stay for a few more days."

"You put money on your face and give you a special vacation, what's wrong with you being the leader?" Xu Xiaowen laughed.

"I have made a great contribution. The Beijing-Taiwan Spring Festival Gala was organized by me alone. The leaders above all praised it, but it's a pity that Ancheng can't see it. Otherwise, can you transfer my account so quickly?"

In front of his parents, he often said childish things that he would never tell others, and he was relaxed.

"Oh, my eighth-generation poor peasant from the old Xu family did not expect to have a permanent residence in the capital. From now on, you will be a native of the capital and have nothing to do with us."

"What nonsense? He is going to heaven, isn't he still our son... Stop drinking!"

Zhang Guiqin snatched the wine bottle from Xu Xiaowen's hand, and said: "A few days ago we visited a small building and said it was going to be sold. It just so happened that you came back, so we can decide on this matter."

"Where is it?"

"Over there at Lishan."

"Oh, let's go in the afternoon...Dad, drink less and take a nap after eating, there is still business."

"Uh-huh."

Xu Xiaowen, who secretly wanted to pour the wine, retracted his hand secretly, feeling proud and disappointed, and somewhat powerless.

Many parents have this feeling. When their children grow up, have a successful career, and they grow old, their family status will be reversed unconsciously, and they will often listen to their children.

Now he feels that he can't keep up, the capital account, he can't even think about it!

After dinner, in the afternoon, the family of three drove straight to Lishan by bicycle.

Lishan is in the north of Ancheng, bordering Qianshan Mountain in the east and Angang Steel in the west. This will be a rather remote place. However, the location of the small building is not bad. It is adjacent to the residential area and has two floors.

The inside is dilapidated, half of the wooden window frames are missing, and the wall skin is peeling off, exuding an old atmosphere.

"The location is okay, how much is it?"

"twelve thousand."

"All down to twelve thousand?"

"Um."

It's not expensive either.

Xu Fei turned around again, always feeling uneasy, "When was this building built?"

"Let's say it's been thirty years."

"Thirty years? It's not like... like this, let's find someone to do an engineering inspection, just to test the building body to see how long the service life is, whether it needs major repairs, and then we'll talk about it if there is no problem."

He warned again, "Look for someone secretly!"

…………

the next day.

Xu Fei rode a bicycle with a basket full of presents. When he came to the small courtyard of the Chen family, he started shouting, "Mom!"

Nonsence!

"Is aunt at home?"

"Yo, Xiao Fei, when did you come back?"

Mother Chen came out of the house wearing an apron, as if she was doing something. There are obvious wrinkles on her face, she is about the same age as Zhang Guiqin, but she is extremely old.

"I arrived yesterday. I came to see you... My uncle is here too. Didn't you go to the regiment?"

"It's almost a yellow shop, what are you doing?"

Father Chen had a long beard and looked like Mr. Old, and walked away with his hands behind his back.

He has always had a violent temper, and Xu Fei is also used to it, carrying things into the house, including wine, meat and candies, and he weighs more than a dozen catties just by carrying them.

"The Peking Opera Troupe is in a recession right now. The higher ups have cut back on funding and can't produce new plays. They're making trouble."

Chen's mother explained a few words, and sighed: "It's better for your folk art troupe, who go out to perform all day long, and everyone is a role... Hey, why are you back now?"

"I'll come back and change the account."

"Falled in the capital?"

"Um."

"Oh, you said this, this is very promising!"

Chen's mother became more and more complicated. In the past, the two families were similar in all aspects. Later, the Quyi Troupe suddenly became popular, and the gap gradually widened. Now the kid is also up to the challenge, and has mixed up with the people of the capital, and of course his daughter is not bad...Huh?

Suddenly, her heart moved, the couple were both rough, and they knew that children played well, but they didn't think about men and women. It would be more meaningful to look at each other after opening their brains.

"Xiao Fei! Xiao Fei!"

At this moment, Xu Xiaowen suddenly rushed in the door, "Come with me, fuck you, a bunch of bastards!"

"What's the matter?" Mother Chen was surprised.

"It's okay, it's okay, you sit... Come with me!"

Xu Fei was dragged out by his father, and flew to the small building, where a few guys from the architectural design institute had just finished testing.

"What's going on?" He went up to communicate.

"This building is not good. The building is old and damaged. What are you going to use it for?"

"Open the shop."

"That's a lot of work. You can't make big moves during the decoration. If you move a little, the wall may collapse. Unless you tear down this building and build another one yourself."

Ho!

Xu Xiaowen was even angrier when he heard this, and pulled the leader aside, "Thank you, you have worked so hard!"

He stuffed an envelope, and the man quietly took it away, telling the students to call it a day.

The rest of the father and two stood stupidly, looking at the broken building for a long time, the cold wind was bleak, and they were doing art.

"Okay, it's not a loss to find out in advance." Xu Fei comforted his father.

"I know, I'm so angry!"

"Hey, don't go to the yamen, those people refuse to admit their debts, and maybe they will beat you up."

"I know I know……"

Xu Xiaowen shook his head vigorously, as if he didn't understand, and sighed: "You said that people in the past were pretty good, why, why... well, the past two years are no worse than before, they are all bad."

The two left the small building, braved the cold wind in February, and went to the wonton shop again.

"call!"

The heat was blowing on the face, and the noise was boiling, which relieved the depression just now.

There are still quite a lot of people today, except that all the empty seats are full, and they are watching "Jigong" bought and broadcast by the local TV station. A snotty kid sang along: "The shoes are broken, the hat is broken, the cassock is broken..."

There are very few channels now. CCTV has 1 and 2 sets, and then there are local stations, and then they are gone.

The two entered the back kitchen, and when they told Zhang Guiqin, their mother was in a cold sweat from fright.

"It's a good thing you came back, otherwise the two of us would have bought it stupidly, ouch, it's so deceitful!"

She breathed a sigh of relief, "Then what should I do next, I finally found a place."

"Don't open it at all. This wonton shop is very good, but it's hard to get a big restaurant. I've asked about it. Quan Te Niang eats and drinks for free." Xu Xiaowen lost his patience.

Xu Fei also thought about it, and said, "Mom, why don't you go to the capital with me."

"Huh? Go to the capital to sell wontons?" Zhang Guiqin was taken aback.

"Then why are you selling wontons? I'll think about it carefully. Let's do some money-making business."

Teacher Xu is very serious.

In 1984, he made more than 10,000 yuan by selling Olympic cultural shirts. At the end of the year, he speculated Clivia with his father and made more than 100,000 yuan. Including his previous family fortune, he had a total of 200,000 yuan in assets.

In the past three years, apart from spending 10,000 yuan on buying a courtyard house and several thousand on collecting antiques, nothing else has been done.

According to the current flowering method, there will be no problem until 2000, but you can't just sit and eat like this.

In the past two years, he has been very honest and has not speculated, because there is no chance, or there may be any chance, but it is not in his memory.

It is not enough to rely on the little money from salary, and we must find a long-term and relatively rich source of income.

The company couldn't be opened, so he always wanted to set up a shop in the capital, but he couldn't be a self-employed person, let's partner up, and he couldn't believe it, so it's best for my mother to go.

In fact, it’s not bad to go to the capital, where is the center of the future, and the environment in the Northeast, umm...

(besides……)