Ya Nei of Rebirth

After walking into the dark study room of Zhou's house and his eyes gradually adapted to the environment, Liu Jun was really surprised.

My dear, that is a real bookstore. Although there are no decent bookshelves, the cabinets and benches are full of books, and they are neatly stacked.

It seems that this Mr. Zhou is not an ordinary bookworm.

My body was as messy as a beggar's. But I was unambiguous about these precious books.

Liu Jun couldn't help but be in awe.

Regardless of whether Mr. Zhou can bring any benefits to himself after his comeback, people's love for books deserves respect. If a country or a nation wants to rise, it must ultimately rely on knowledge.

"Xiaojun, tell uncle, what book do you want to read?"

There was an obvious kindness in Mr. Zhou's tone. Although adhering to poverty and being willing to be lonely are the traditional virtues of Chinese intellectuals, Mr. Zhou was still very happy to have the Liu family and his son come to visit. What's more, they are book lovers, and they just scratched Mr. Zhou's itch.

.

"Uncle, you have so many books...I'll look for them myself slowly."

Liu Jun also automatically filtered out the word "Zhou" in front of him and directly called him uncle.

Mr. Zhou looked at him with interest for a while and nodded.

"Well, you can look for it yourself slowly, and I'll go talk to your father."

"Well, okay, thank you, uncle."

In his previous life, Liu Jun was highly short-sighted. Because he was greedy for reading novels and martial arts novels, he wore two thick bottle bottoms when he was a teenager. Now he is only seven years old, and his eyesight is naturally very good. Although Mr. Zhou’s study room

It was very dark in there, so it was hard to trouble anyone. Thanks to Mr. Zhou

, I am so old and short-sighted, how can I find books in such a dark environment? A dignified professor was sent to a place like Matangwan for an unfounded crime. He was so poor that he could only light a kerosene lamp.

Counting kerosene money with your fingers is a serious crime.

Mr. Zhou's books are organized into categories, with Party History and Philosophy in one category, which has the largest number. Most of them are versions released after the founding of the People's Republic of China. The four volumes of "Selected Works" are placed in the most conspicuous position, and there are also a few original foreign language versions. Liu Jun's English level is too good.

times, cannot be identified. But

Liu Jun estimates that one of them is Nietzsche's famous work "Thus Spoke Zarathustra". Next to party history and philosophy are history books. Most of the Twenty-Four Histories are available, and there are even wire-bound volumes. The third category is

Literary books. It can be seen that Mr. Zhou has a wide range of interests.

There are not only the four classic classics and the works of Tolstoy, Voltaire and Shakespeare, but also the representative works of Xu Zhimo and other standard-bearers during the New Culture Movement, such as "Zhimo's Poems", "Falling Leaves", etc.

Mr. Lu Xun’s works are also indispensable

There are few. To Liu Jun's surprise, he actually found "heresies" such as "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" and "Sou Shen Ji" that are not accepted by serious scholars. This shows that Mr. Zhou is not old-fashioned at all in his heart.

, the thinking mode is not very rigid.

Even in his previous life, Liu Jun had never seen such a rich collection of books. I really don’t know how Mr. Zhou preserved these books during the purgatory political movement. He probably had to help him return them to his hometown.

Not many cadres in the Matangwan brigade are literate.

They don't pay much attention to books. If they stay in the provincial capital, these extremely precious books may be doomed. For a book-loving man like Mr. Zhou, destroying his books may be more uncomfortable than killing him.

This is the so-called "a blessing in disguise".

Liu Jun searched carefully among the books with great joy, and his respect for Mr. Zhou increased even more.

Although I only studied in a shabby junior college in my previous life, I had a special liking for reading. When I arrived at Mr. Zhou's library (the study room is not enough to describe its size), I really felt like I had entered the treasure mountain for the first time. Before I knew it, it was already dark.

.

"Xiaojun, Xiaojun..."

It was Liu Jincai's voice.

"Xiaojun, what books have you chosen?"

Mr. Zhou asked with a smile. It seemed that the two intellectuals were having a pleasant chat.

Liu Jun held a large pile of books and struggled to cross the threshold (in rural houses at that time, there was a high bluestone threshold between each room, I don’t know what kind of custom it was).

"Oh, there are quite a few books to choose from. Come, uncle, take a look."

Mr. Zhou took a book with a smile and was stunned at that time.

"Sun Tzu's Art of War?"

Not the vernacular version, but the classical Chinese version.

"Xiaojun, do you know what book this is?"

"I know. Uncle just talked about Sun Tzu's Art of War."

Liu Jincai was also surprised and took the books from his son and read them one by one.

"Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio... The Romance of the Three Kingdoms... General History of China... The Book of Songs..." Liu Jincai almost exclaimed: "This... there is another foreign book..."

Mr. Zhou took it and took a look and said: "It's Shakespeare's "Hamlet", a modern version..."

"Xiaojun, you picked it all yourself? Do you understand?"

Liu Jincai looked at his son with a confused look on his face. Mr. Zhou also stared at Liu Jun with a twinkling look on his face, with a strange look on his face.

Liu Jun suppressed his laughter and replied seriously: "I don't understand."

Liu Jincai first let out a long sigh, and then showed a slightly disappointed look.

Dad, do you really think of your son as a child prodigy? A seven-year-old kid can only read "The Art of War", it's just a square character, it's somewhat familiar. Watch the English version of "Hamlet"? Save it!

"If you don't understand, what are you doing with it?"

Liu Jun replied seriously: "I can't understand, but my uncle can understand. My uncle can teach me!"

Liu Jun was shocked again.

Mr. Zhou smiled and said: "You dare to say that Xiaojun wants to become a disciple?"

Liu Jun tilted his head and asked innocently: "I just want to take my uncle as my teacher. I wonder if your uncle is willing to accept me?"

Mr. Zhou was startled, his face became solemn, he looked at Liu Jincai, and said seriously: "Jincai, Xiaojun is a good young talent. If you think about it carefully, he will definitely become something great. But I am a rightist, so you have to think clearly."

"

Liu Jincai pondered, unable to make up his mind for a moment.

You must know that although the end of the Great Revolution is approaching at this time, how do ordinary people in it know the great changes that are about to take place in China? Even after the Gang of Four is crushed, real overall changes will still take several years. In all "class-based"

In the era of "struggle as the key link", being labeled as a rightist is not a joke.

Only Liu Junqing knew clearly that the chaos was about to end and the prosperous age was coming.

"Dad, don't you always say that a student's task is to study? It's a good thing that my uncle and I are studying together."

Mr. Zhou raised his eyebrows and smiled again.

Liu Jincai also smiled: "As long as your uncle doesn't mind the trouble, of course I'm happy with it. Mr. Zhou, what do you think?"

Mr. Zhou laughed: "You are not afraid, so what should I be afraid of? It's boring to be idle anyway. Xiaojun is smart and smart, and I like it very much."

Liu Jun was overjoyed: "Uncle, do you agree?"

"Agreed."

Mr. Zhou nodded solemnly.

Great intellectuals like him who follow the teachings of Confucius and Mencius usually also advocate the gentlemanly demeanor of "a promise worth a thousand gold".

Liu Jincai smiled and said, "Xiaojun, why don't you call me teacher?"

What Liu Jun did next surprised the two adults. Liu Jun actually knelt down, kowtowed three times respectfully, raised his head, and called out crisply, "Hello, teacher!"

In an instant, Mr. Zhou burst into tears.

…

I thought I would make a lot of money by becoming my teacher to Mr. Zhou, but who would have thought I was asking for trouble. This old master is not ordinary strict, he is very serious and behaves like a master. If you want to know more about it, please look at the schedule below.

Monday afternoon: one hour English, one hour Chinese.

Tuesday afternoon: one hour of Russian and one hour of arithmetic.

Wednesday afternoon: one hour English, one hour history.

Thursday afternoon: one hour English, one hour Chinese.

Friday afternoon: one hour of Russian and one hour of arithmetic.

Saturday afternoon: one hour English, one hour physics.

Sunday morning: review, quiz.

My mom, she’s just a cram! I’m sorry that Mr. Zhou hasn’t been on the stage for many years, and he plans to become a teacher through Liu Jun.

Liu Jun looked at this schedule, his eyes were straight, his calves were spinning, and chills were running up his spine. Is this really life-threatening? If he were in a Western country, he would be accused of child abuse.

But there is no precedent for a disciple to sue his master in China. Moreover, this master is the one he wants to worship. It is really unreasonable to regret it as soon as he finishes the ceremony of becoming a master.

"Xiaojun, can you hold on?"

Mr. Zhou asked calmly.

Liu Jincai looked at his son, a little nervous and a little unbearable.

Although Liu Jun was unhappy with everything in his heart, he couldn't let it go. If you want to be a good boy and get benefits, you have to pay a price. So he gritted his teeth and nodded: "Yes!"

"Okay, starting from tomorrow, we will implement this schedule. If you are lazy and don't listen carefully, be careful."

The so-called slapstick was a "dictatorship method" commonly used by primary school teachers at that time to maintain the dignity of teachers. It was to slap the palms of the palms with a piece of moso bamboo. With a little force, it was enough to make Mr. Liu Jun's slender hands swell like

A balloon.

Liu Jun took a breath and started to sweat on his forehead. It is exactly the saying: "If you do evil by God, you can still violate it, but if you do evil by yourself, you will not be able to survive." So far, he has no choice but to bite the bullet, just as the Cantonese say, "If you lose your mother, you will be tough."

"It's as big as it is."

Seeing that it was getting late and the movie was about to be shown, Liu Jin stood up to say goodbye and invited Mr. Zhou and his wife to watch a movie. Liu Jun originally thought that Mr. Zhou would not be interested in this kind of "high-level" preaching movie, but the old master was happy to do so.

swear.

Liu Jun changed his mind and understood what he was thinking. The old master wanted to understand the political trends of the upper class through movies. At that time, televisions were as rare as aliens, and the main sources of information in the vast countryside were movies and newspapers.

Before leaving the house, Liu Jun suddenly asked: "Dad, what day is today?"

"September 6th."

Liu Jun's heart skipped a beat. On September 6, 1976, three days later, a major event that would shock the world was about to happen.