My 1999

It was five o'clock the next morning.

Xu Liang, who was awakened on time by his biological clock, looked at his wife and children who were still sleeping in bed, got out of bed quietly, changed his clothes and went downstairs.

In winter, the days are short and the nights are long, and it was just getting light at this time.

His parents were still resting, and the house was quiet.

There was limited space in his hometown, and he made a lot of noise when practicing boxing, so he gave up.

After standing for a while without disturbing others, he quietly went out.

There were two large RVs parked outside the courtyard gate. The Xu family did not have enough space, so the bodyguards who followed him could only live in the RV temporarily.

"Boss."

The bodyguard on duty hurried forward to greet him.

"I'm just walking around, you guys step back 20 meters and follow me."

"Yes."

He put on the mask he had prepared in advance, put the hood of his down jacket on his head, and walked forward along the alley.

The two bodyguards behind him followed closely at a distance of 20 meters.

The village now is no longer what he remembered.

The primary school where he had stayed for five years at the entrance of the village has become a residential area with two rows of five-story buildings.

One-fifth of the residents between Qianjie and Zhongjie moved here.

Their original houses were all demolished.

A "Xu Family Ancestral House" with a length of about 270 meters from front to back, a span of about 50 meters from left to right, five entrances from front to back, two spans from left to right, and a construction area of ​​14,500 square meters is rising from the ground.

In more than half a year, the entire house has been built with an outer wall. Although it is still early for completion.

But the general outline of the entire house can already be roughly seen.

Now it is built again by him, a descendant of the Xu family.

In front of the ancestral house, a square covering an area of ​​more than a thousand square meters and paved with bluestone is preserved.

In the center of the square, facing the vermilion gate, stands a ten-meter-high bluestone archway with four pillars, three doors and three eaves.

On the plaque in the middle of the archway, four large characters are written in vermilion regular script - Xu Family Ancestral House.

The plaque on the right reads "Generations of Prominence".

And the stone plaque on the left reads "Fu Shou Yong Yan".

"It looks pretty good."

After taking a quick look at the village entrance, he walked inside.

The overall layout of the village is square. Three main roads run through the village from front to back, dividing the thousands of households in the village into three parts: front street, middle street and back street.

From left to right, there are also three main roads, but there is no east, middle or west street division.

His hometown is at the upper left corner of the front street.

Thanks to his donation, the former sandy roads in the village have all been turned into hardened roads.

Sewers have also been built on the roadside.

Some old houses in the village that have been in disrepair for a long time and no one wants have all been demolished and turned into small squares for rest.

Walk to the brigade headquarters on the middle street.

"Huh?"

The place where he used to catch fish and frogs in Xiawan when he was a child has been filled up.

Coming from all directions, the bustling vendors are setting up stalls on the hardened ground after filling up.

"Is it the market today?"

Xu Liang, who hasn't been to the market for a long time, walked over with interest.

The market in the village is not big, but there are a wide variety of things, and everything you need is available.

"Rice cake."

Xu Liang's eyes lit up and he walked over quickly.

When he was a child, he was greedy and would cut some when he had some money.

"Want some rice cake? I just made it today, it's still hot?"

The middle-aged woman in a black coat saw him coming and hurriedly asked for business.

There are two kinds of rice cakes in their market.

One is millet and red dates, and the other is rice and red dates.

"How much is it?"

"Three yuan per catty for millet, and two yuan and a half for rice."

It's twice as expensive as what he ate when he was a child.

"Two catties of millet, three catties of rice."

"Okay."

The woman cut it for him quickly.

The hot rice cake was directly packed in a plastic bag.

From a later perspective, this is definitely unhygienic.

Cheap plastic will volatilize a lot of toxic substances when heated.

But for ordinary rural people, it's okay as long as it tastes good, and nothing else matters.

I was planning to bring some for Jiang Xiaoyang, but seeing the situation, forget it.

When she was in Beijing, she was already pregnant with her second child. Now it's three months, so it's better to be careful.

He took a bite of the rice cake.

His brows slightly wrinkled.

It doesn't taste the same as when he was a child.

Fortunately, he is not picky about food.

He walked two steps forward and a bookstall came into view.

He ran over with full of memories.

The covers of the books faded a little after being exposed to the wind and sun for a long time.

After a glance, Xu Liang nodded with satisfaction.

It still tastes the same.

"*****" and "Wasteland" by Jia Pingwa, but the one that impressed him the most was "Wind and Thunder Fan" by Shangguan Ding.

He still remembers part of the content.

The heroine fed the hero who was acupunctured water, and their lips touched each other.

It shocked him during his adolescence.

The hero was enlightened, and he was also enlightened.

For adults, there are more exciting things on the bookstall.

But Xu Liang had to admit that all of the above were his younger brother.

When he first saw this book in college, it was like he had opened the door to a new world.

It was so exciting.

The description left a deep impression on him.

The book stall owner was an old man with gray hair wearing a navy blue coat.

A pair of drooping eyebrows and a round face made him look a little wretched inexplicably.

He crossed his legs and glanced at Xu Liang, surprised at his sturdiness while his old eyes stared at him.

He looked like he had seen a prey that was about to be caught.

"Uncle, how do I rent a book?"

The old man came over quickly with a smile on his face.

"Deposit 20, rent an episode for one dollar and a half."

Most of their markets here cycle every five days.

One episode is five days.

“A bit expensive.”

"There is a reason why it is expensive."

Looking at the one in Xu Liang's hand, the uncle showed a smile that everyone understood.

"Young man, I have better books here, do you want to read them?"

Xu Liang asked subconsciously: "What book?"

The uncle picked up an old canvas bag at his feet, put it on the shelf, and unzipped it.

"Look, I'm full of treasures here."

There are not many books in the bag, maybe twenty or thirty, and there are a dozen CDs next to them.

Xu Liang picked up a book casually.

The printing and dyeing of the 32-karat book is very poor, and you can tell it is a pirated copy at a glance.

On the cover, two beautiful girls are posing, with four artistic words next to them.

Happy city.

I flipped through it briefly, and it was as expected.

A guide for veteran drivers and a love bible for teenagers.

"How is it? Is it a good book?"

A narrow smile appeared on the old man's face.

"How much?"

The uncle spread out his palms, his old eyes filled with greed.

"Five dollars?"

The old man grinned and almost bit his tongue.

Not in a good mood.

"Fifty.

Boy, this is an exclusive treasure that I have worked so hard to collect.

Take a look around the entire collection and see who else has it besides me?

Besides, look at the quality and content.

Fifty, I don’t want much at all. "

Xu Liang smiled, "Is there anything else?"

"Of course. ...read this."

Xu Liang glanced at the cover.

"Is this book available now?" Xu Liang asked.

"This is the best-selling book. We sold more than a dozen copies of Zhulouji yesterday. Young and old alike like to read it."

As he said that, he took another CD from the bag.

"Most of the people who come to my place read books and CDs together, which is definitely enough."

The uncle enthusiastically promoted.

Xu Liang glanced at the cover of the CD in the uncle's hand. He was very familiar with Mr. Hata from Japan.

"Uncle, I have seen everything you have here."

The uncle's expression changed instantly, and there was a kind of surprise in his eyes that he was already an experienced driver at a young age.

Just when Xu Liang thought he was about to give up, the uncle came over mysteriously.

"Young man, are you married?"

"Um."

"That's good, I have some good stuff here, just wait a minute."

One sentence aroused Xu Liang's curiosity.

The uncle looked around cautiously and took out a square wooden box from under the bookstall.

After carefully opening it, a small orange bottle was taken out.

The hands were clasped tightly as if they were holding some treasure.

"This thing is called 'Indian God Oil', which means that because of your good looks, most people want to buy it and I won't sell it to him."

Xu Liang wanted to say something, I am wearing a mask, where do you always look at me and look kind?

After taking it and looking at it, Xu Liang smiled.

"Uncle, you are really amazing."

Use lyrical martial arts books to screen customers, and then sell more expensive pornographic books and CDs after pinpointing them.

To high-threshold married customers, promote more profitable adult products.

Xu Liangdu saw that there were boxes of condoms in his small wooden box.

Your uncle is always your uncle.

"I can't make much money, but I mainly provide convenience to everyone."

The uncle smiled humbly.

After returning the sacred oil to him.

"Uncle, this book is more suitable for me."

Looking at the Three Kingdoms in Xu Liang's hand, the uncle felt a little bit off guard.

I've been laying the groundwork for so long, and you just buy this?

But at least the business came to my door. Although the uncle was not satisfied, he didn't ask for more money.

15 yuan allowed him to take away this old version of the Three Kingdoms.

Xu Liang continued shopping, bought some fresh vegetables and went home.

It’s Chinese New Year and everything is expensive.

Seeing her son wandering in the door, Wang Lingxiang, who was getting up to cook, was surprised and asked: "Where have you been this early in the morning?"

"I haven't been back for a long time. I went out for a walk. There are not many people in the morning."

In the past few days, their home was bustling with people coming to visit them. There were people from the village, officials from the town and city, and even factory owners and relatives who were out of reach.

When others come to your door with gifts, it’s not good to keep them all out.

But he didn't want to waste time making excuses with these people.

Simply avoid seeing it and let dad screen it first.

For those who are purely trying to establish connections and seek connections, add a little more according to the size of the gift and ask the secretary to send it back.

If something really happens, it’s not too late to call later.

"By the way, Mom, how come the bay at the back is filled in?"

"The villagers disliked blocking the road during the market, so you gave me a lot of money, so they discussed it with your father, filled in the bay behind, and moved the market over.

By the way, today, the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, is our village fair. Are you going? "

He shook the almost eaten cake in his hand.

"Just got back from there."

Eat the last bit left.

“Not only are cut cakes more expensive now, but the taste is not as good as before.”

"In the past, when we were poor, cut cakes were rare good things to eat; now that you have eaten all kinds of delicacies from mountains and seas, it's strange that you still find them delicious," Wang Lingxiang said.

"That's right...Mom, what do you want to eat in the morning?"

"Make preserved egg and lean meat porridge, Xiaoyang likes to drink it."

"Cook more, I like it too."

"Do you eat Qie Gao? Still want to eat it?"

"Not even close."

"You are really born in the Year of the Pig."

"Mom, I am your own son. If I were a pig, you would be..."

Wang Lingxiang frowned and glared at him, waving an iron spoon and hitting him.