The leisurely life of rebirth

"I'm not wrong! If you do the math, banknotes can only depreciate in value, but this one has been appreciating!" Fang Monan added with a smile, "And every year after the zodiac stamps were issued, grandma would buy 20 sets of full-page stamps.

, it just happened to be a round last year! It’s easier to buy first, but after 1984, you will have to queue up. But we know the postmaster, so it will be easier!”

"More and more people are realizing the collection value of stamps, and of course they are flocking here." Father Fang nodded.

After Fang Monan finished speaking, Fang's mother also finished counting, "There are 20 sets in the whole edition, 208 pieces in a single piece, totaling 1,800 pieces! It cost more than one hundred yuan at the time, and now it is more than 400,000, my God

!More than 3,000 times!”

"I'm right! This banknote can only depreciate 3,000 times!" Fang Monan said with a proud smile.

Fang Monan murmured in his heart, no wonder grandma bought 20 sets of the whole edition. It turned out to be neat.[

"What's the point? If you are first in everything, the value must not be underestimated! What the collection world pays attention to is 'play with the head and not the tail'. Among various categories of collectibles, the appreciation of the first-class collectibles has always been different from others, so it is not enough.

That's strange!" Fang Monan shrugged.

"Yes! This thing has a market value. Who knows how high it will go! Keep it!" Father Fang said with a smile. Keep it for your daughter's dowry!

In another twenty years, the story of "one monkey ticket, one car, one version of monkey ticket, one apartment" will create the fascinating "golden monkey" myth! "80 monkey tickets" have soared 180,000 times in 30 years, and will still be used by future generations.

Continuously rising. This is unmatched by any investment.

"By the way, there is a version of my aunt's in it." Fang Monan said with a smile.

"Why is your aunt here?" Fang's mother looked up at her and asked curiously.

Fang Monan told in detail about the purchase of the first set of monkey tickets. Fang's mother smiled and scolded, "You are really like this. The whole page costs six yuan and forty cents, which is equivalent to half a month's salary of your aunt."

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"Yes!" Fang Monan exclaimed. Because of its high price, buyers at that time collected very few of them, and most of them were circulated. Only this small inland county could retain such a complete condition.

"By the way. Nannan, what's going on at Xiaobei's farm!" Father Fang asked. He had wanted to ask her just now, but seeing that she was too tired, it was hard to hold her back for questioning. So he took the opportunity to ask Fang.

Mo Nan is also successful, she must know.

Speaking of which, I don’t know whether to talk about the success or failure of being a parent. The success of his two daughters cannot be surpassed by his father. The failure is that the parent is always the last to know. Alas!

Fang Monan patted their hands and said earnestly, "Dad, Mom, I understand how you feel! That kind of pride and strength are entangled!"

"You kid!" Fang's mother shook her head and said with a smile. Being interrupted like this, the atmosphere was gone. "Tell me what's going on at Xiaobei's farm."

Fang Monan simply said, "This is how things are, okay! You guys can rest! I'll make dinner." Fang Monan clapped his hands, got out of bed, and put on his shoes.

Leave time and space for both of them to digest it properly!

"Nannan, let's make dinner now. It's not even two o'clock yet! I haven't slept all night, why don't I go and take a rest." Father Fang stood up and said.

"You guys go to sleep! I'm not tired. I'll be a hundred times more energetic after meditating and practicing!" Fang Monan waved his hand and said, "I'll make delicious food for you to replenish your energy!"

"Dad, please rest!" Fang Monan thought, and Fang's father, who had already landed on the ground, suddenly floated up, and then landed firmly on the bed.

Everyone had been gone for a long time, and Father Fang and Mother Fang, who were so frightened, finally came back to their senses. "This damn girl, you can't say a word. If she has a heart disease, why don't you get scared."

Fang Ma shook her head and cursed with a smile, but her tone was clearly annoying.

"This girl is telling us that her skills are getting deeper and deeper. It's more intuitive to say that it's better to do this." Father Fang said in shock. Thanks to so many years of experience, his joy was invisible, otherwise he would have been so frightened.

You can't scream randomly.

The two of them look at each other and smile knowingly, they will cherish their blessings![

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Fang Monan turned around and left Father Fang's room, and went directly to the big kitchen to really make dinner. Entering the new year, meat and fish are indispensable all day long.

There’s so much fish and meat to eat, and it’s night again! Let’s have some porridge and side dishes!

Just as Fang Monan prepared dinner, people came into the kitchen one after another and slept all afternoon. As expected, they were all refreshed and energetic.

"Hmm! This is the most refreshing!" The fat man took a sip of the white porridge and said happily.

"Soothing, I feel like the whole pores are screaming for comfort." Faith took another sip of white porridge in surprise, "I didn't expect white porridge to be so delicious!"

"It is this simple gruel that often arouses people's emotions. Porridge is suitable for people of all ages and physiques. A bowl of hot porridge and two plates of side dishes are extremely ordinary, but it makes many people have inextricable feelings.

." Mobei said with a smile.

"Zhang Fangxian, a poet of the Ming Dynasty, said in his "Poetry of Cooking Porridge": 'Don't talk about blandness and less flavor, but blandness has more flavor.' This is really a portrayal of porridge." Mr. Lin said with a smile.

Faith was confused. What did he mean by shouting?

Fang Monan explained simply, "Think about it, when you are sick or tired, porridge is a kind of love that soothes people's hearts. Its light and long taste is often the warm concern of wanderers in a foreign land."

Faith picked up the bowl, took another sip, and nodded, "It's true! I didn't expect ordinary white porridge to be so delicious."

"It's delicious, just eat more." Hughes smiled and said, "Have another bowl."

When they returned to the capital, although Chinese delicacies were open to eat, they always ate food from restaurants, which was definitely more expensive, but eating this way was more comfortable and most nourishing.

After dinner, the group sat down in the living room again, and Mobei couldn't wait to play the recorded music score.

After a while, the melodious music started playing. Fang Monan listened attentively. The style of the music was either simple or fancy, without excessive use of special effects, and mixed with rock and alternative elements. He listened to it over and over again until he felt something in his heart.

He then said, "I'll give it to you tomorrow morning!"

"No rush! Sister, please write slowly!" Mo Bei said with a smile.

"So fast!" Faith sat up straight and raised his eyebrows.

"I have something in my belly. Of course it will be soon." Fang Monan smiled and waved to them and walked towards his room.

"There's something in my belly!" Faith looked at his belly in surprise, "What's there?"

"Pfft..." Everyone laughed together.

Mobei smiled and explained, and Faith said clearly, "Chinese is really magical!"

"hehe……"[

In the space, Fang Monan listened to Xiaobei's music and inexplicably remembered that before the United States, in her impression, New York was the symbol of this country. But only when she got here did she realize that this was the city she was most familiar with.

On the bustling avenues of Manhattan, among the crowds of people, she suddenly felt like she was walking in a certain city in China. The Statue of Liberty. Fifth Avenue, Times Square, Central Park. The Empire State Building. Broadway, the Metropolitan Museum, the United Nations, Hard

The Sun River, the small restaurants on the roadside, the buskers in the central station-----. The excitement filled my eyes, and heaven was just like this.

However, after a few days of wandering around the city, reality returned: the New York in my impression, the resplendent and radiant New York, only existed in a small area of ​​Midtown and Lower Manhattan, and

Most other areas are relatively dilapidated and dilapidated. The houses on the roadside are low and dilapidated, and mountains of garbage are piled in the swamps. What is the image of American cities?

But this is also the charm of New York: even if 95% of its area is dilapidated, the remaining 5% is like the most expensive diamond, emitting dazzling light to the world, attracting

People from all corners of the earth gather towards her and head towards her. Fifth Avenue, Times Square, Wall Street... To the residents of New York, they are just a street, a very ordinary place that they pass through every day. But

For people who have never been to this city, they are world-famous landscapes, the longings and dreams of millions of people.

The impact of reality, it turned out that I was just one person struggling for survival among all living beings, that kind of fledgling, ignorant of the heights of the world, innocence and simplicity. The longing and resentment for life, the fierce collision between reality and dreams, carrying the thin luggage, standing

At the intersection at the street corner, there is a hesitant look.

It seems to still be vivid in my mind!

No matter whether this is heaven or hell, I still don't want to leave, I love and hate this city.

Inexplicably, I think of those years when I was humble and angry with no way out, but I still persisted in living. I thought of many, many things.

She wrote like a spirit and finished it in one go. After finishing writing, Fang Monan's eyes felt a little sour. It turned out that these things had been engraved into her bones. She took them out from time to time to reflect on them, but they became her inspiration for writing lyrics.

Hearing the rooster crow outside, Fang Monan came back to his senses. He didn't expect that this piece of music would bring out so many thoughts! In a blink of an eye, such a long time had passed.

Fang Monan took the written lyrics and walked out of the space with the three little guys.

Under Fang Monan's influence, everyone came out for morning exercises one after another. The cool air and the cold wind blew their spirits.

"Xiao Bei, that's great!" Fang Monan saw her and said with a smile. No one urged her to be so self-conscious, which shows that she has really grown up.

"Only in this way will I have enough physical strength and energy. Playing the violin also requires physical strength." Mobei said with a smile.

"Let's go, Dad!" The father and daughter jogged together.

On a winter morning, a mist filled the air, and running on the cobblestone path felt like being in a fairyland all the way up.

Standing on the top of the mountain, with a field as far as the eye can see, the shadowy figures of people who got up early in the distance merge with the heavy fog in the sky. The unique winter scenery of the small town composed of people and fog is like a beautiful and ethereal landscape painting.

"Good morning, Hughes!" Fang Monan stood on the top of the mountain for a while. The sky gradually became brighter. Soon, a red sun rose slowly from the east. Thousands of rays of light gradually dispersed the thick fog, covering the entire county.

The golden morning glow looks particularly bright.

Hughes and Eva ran to the top of the mountain facing the rising sun. "Good morning!" Everyone greeted each other.

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