Reborn in the 70s / Reborn in 1978

Sitting on the hillside, biting a hairy dog ​​(settail) in his mouth, watching my brother squatting there busy, not knowing what to do, humming the famous song in his nose: 1979, it was a spring, There was an old man who drew a circle on the South China Sea.

Zhang Xingming calculated in his mind that according to the trajectory of his previous life, when the Shenzhen Special Zone was established, the happy life of the Chinese people would begin and enter the fast lane, and he would go back to the city to go to school and become a primary school student.

In July, Zhang Xingming and his elder brother were taken back to their home in Nanfen by their father.

On August 1979, 8, Zhang Xingming walked into the Guojia Primary School with his mother, wearing new clothes and carrying a very popular military schoolbag with the words "study hard and make progress every day".

The school looks like a big courtyard, with four rows of one-story houses surrounding a small poplar in the middle. The walls are all made of stones, and there is a row of big poplar trees outside the walls.There are a few horizontal bars and climbing poles welded with iron pipes on the side of the fence (you can’t see this kind of thing in schools now, it’s a frame welded with thick iron pipes, with three or two thin pipes in the middle for students to climb. five or six meters high).

There are two ping-pong tables made of cement bricks. As soon as the gate comes in, it faces a square table made of cement with a size of [-] square meters. There is a pole more than ten meters high in the middle.

In the innermost corner of the yard is the water room, which is also the boiler room, where the teachers cook rice.The school's toilet is outside the school, across the road from the school gate, a dilapidated dry toilet, the kind with a squatting pit and a cesspool.

Same as the previous life, my mother led Zhang Xingming into the teacher's office. It was a very dark room, only a dozen square meters in size. There was an iron-welded coal stove in the middle of the room. This was the heating facility in winter, teacher. They also cook in aluminum lunch boxes on the stove, while warming themselves by the fire.Now in summer, the stove is not burning, but the house still feels gray and hazy.

"Gui Xin is here, is this the second child? Erming?" A woman in her 30s warmly greeted her when she saw her mother leading Zhang Xingming in, but Zhang Xingming still felt a kind of showing off from her enthusiastic attitude.

This woman is a distant relative of Zhang Xingming's family. According to her generation, Zhang Xingming is called Lao Nai (the youngest in the Northeast is called Lao Shi Lao Shi, father's youngest brother is Lao Shu, youngest sister is Lao Gu, mother's youngest brother is Lao Jiu, youngest The younger sister is called Auntie, and the youngest brother of the grandfather is called Master, and his daughter-in-law is Lao Nai).

His husband, Zhang Xingming's distant relative, is a cadre in the factory. He usually feels that he is much superior to others. There is just a little arrogance in the words, and there is nothing to do in normal times.

"Hey, old aunt, this is my second child. His name is Zhang Xingming, and his nickname is Erming. I have to trouble you, old aunt." Mom smiled politely, and pulled Zhang Xingming's head with her hand: "It's called grandma." Zhang Xingming bowed and called out to be an old lady.The old lady was very happy, she reached out her hand to touch Zhang Xingming's head and said, "This kid is so handsome, he looks smart, he must be fine in school."

Mom chatted with several teachers, and when the door opened, Principal Sun wearing glasses walked in. At this time, Principal Sun was still quite young, in his thirties, and Zhang Xingming impressed her most with those two glasses. She has a big heel, her hair is a little yellow, and she is probably of Russian descent.

Speaking of Zhang Xingming's family, there are quite a lot of people of rb blood and Russian blood here.These two distinctions were still there until the last time Zhang Xingming saw Principal Sun in 1998. At that time, she was no longer a teacher. She contracted the canteen of the district government and walked around the district leaders every day. She was already a rich woman.

As soon as Principal Sun came in, the grandmother said to her: "Principal, this is the one I told you about. The grandson of my old Wang Ben's family is very clever, but he is almost the same age. You can take it for yourself." I looked at Zhang Xingming and asked, "What year was it?" My mother replied, "March 73, our birthday." At that time, they were all 3 years old when they entered school.

Principal Sun nodded and said, "It's a bit small. You have to come in two or three years younger than your classmates. Is it okay?"

The grandmother said: "It's okay. This kid grew up in the countryside. He's still smart. It's definitely okay. There are many children in their family, and there is a young one. No one watches the grown-ups go to work, and it's my old Wang's family. You Just do me a favor."

Principal Sun found a stool and sat down, stretched out his hand to beckon to Zhang Xingming, and said, "Come on, come here, Madam, and let Madam have a look." His mother gently pushed Zhang Xingming from behind, and Zhang Xingming walked up to Principal Sun and stood up. look at her.

"It's okay, I'm not afraid of people." Principal Sun patted Zhang Xingming's head with a smile and asked, "How much is 1+1?" "2". "15+1 pinch?" "100", "How much is 1+2?" "3". "Can you count?" "Yes." "Count from 4 to 5 for my aunt." "100, [-], [-], [-], [-]... [-]." "Can you read?" This sentence is asking my mother Yes, Zhang Xingming nodded himself: "Yes, I can read."

"Able to read? Is it true or not?" Principal Sun was surprised, and looked up at his mother, who nodded and said, "Well, really, this kid is smart, he can teach it once." Zhang Xingming flipped the page I rolled my eyes, and said to my mother, how dare you say, when did you teach me. "What books have you read? Tell the aunt." Principal Sun became interested.

"Chairman Mao's Quotations, Cup Steel Nanfen Mineral Concentrator Job Operation Rules." Zhang Xingming replied honestly, these are the only books at home. (It is said that there are more than 400 pages in a code of conduct for employees. Has any of you seen it?)

To make a long story short, Zhang Xingming finally went to school after being assessed by Principal Sun. He was assigned to Class 79 of the 81th class of Guojia Primary School. (At that time, there was no preschool class, and I went directly to the first grade. There was a preschool class in [-], called Yuhong class)

Following Mr. Zhang into the classroom, the classroom was already full of children, looking over one by one, Zhang Xingming's nose felt a little sore at the childish and familiar faces, thinking in his heart, it's so good to be born again.

Still the same as in the previous life, Zhang Xingming was assigned to the second row, at the same table as Na Hong Fei, and behind was Wang Liyan. Her younger brother had a name that was famous all over the country in later generations—Wang Lijun.

Sitting there, Zhang Xingming turned his head and looked over one by one, Li Zhongyi, Song Zengqiang, Sun Xuliang, He Qiang, Yang Jiuquan, Shi Deming, Li Shucai, Wang Gang, Jiang Zexi, Li Yanhong, Dai Ligang, Yang Zhendong, Wang Zhichang, Zhang Ping, Lu Dequan , Yan Lixia, Liu Xiancheng, Tang Shougui, Tang Yakun, Lan Ling, Zhang Yan... all the little faces with snot bubbles looked so kind, and Zhang Xingming had the urge to hug one by one.

a, o, e, i, u, ü, b, p, m, f, d, t, l... How big or small, mountains, rocks, earth, sun, moon, water, fire... Zhang Xingming's primary school life began like this.

Every morning, I go to school with my brother carrying a schoolbag (my brother is directly in the second grade. The curve distance from home to school is 200 meters away), come back for lunch at noon, go again in the afternoon, and come back to eat and sleep at night. The monotonous school life.

Of course, Comrade Zhang Xingming will not be the same as other young friends. At this moment, his uncle is active in his heart. It has been 79 years, and I am excited when I think about it. It is time for the Chinese people to make money.

However, where to find the first bucket?Zhang Xingming thinks every day, writing a novel?Stealing songs?This was in 79, where would it be distributed if it was stolen.Open restaurants, barbecues, and supermarkets. Forget it. These are not things that can be done in this era. What's the matter?Zhang Xingming was tangled up lying on the kang, even if he could do it, he would have no capital.

"Who's kid, hurry up and play." A child shouted from outside the yard. It was Wang Zhichang. One came out of the house and gathered into a pile. When there were many, there were twenty or thirty, and when there were few, there were five or six.

Zhang Xingming put on his shoes and went out. When he got out of the yard, he saw Wang Zhichang and Yang Zhendong sitting on the raindrop platform in the dormitory building.In the past few years when I stayed at my grandma's house, the staff dormitory of the mineral processing plant has been built on the original site.

Zhang Xingming walked over and asked, "You don't do your homework? What are you playing?"

Wang Zhichang said: "I will write it at night. Let's chat. I have a stack of pictorials. Take a look. It looks good." Zhang Xingming took it over and looked at it. The inside pages of popular movies are rarely seen in color these days. He handed it back and said, "Don't do it, your stuff is heavier than ordinary paper, it's not easy to print, take advantage of it?"

Yang Zhendong took the colorful Paji and looked at it from the front, and said, "You have to fight with the big Paji, not the small Paji."

Wang Zhichang nodded and said, "OK."

The three of them sat on the raindrop stage for a while, Shi Deming, Li Shucai, Liu Xiancheng, and Li Baojun all ran over, and the seven of them sat on the concrete stage talking at random, and finally decided to fight.

Chapter 25

Paji was divided into several stages in the early 80s. The first stage was to fold it by yourself, using homework books, books, and dismantling it. The two ends are locked together with hooks to form a square paji.

One side looks like a cross flower, which is the front side, and one side is a bare board, which is the back side.

There are also two sheets of paper stacked, with two long strips intertwined to form a cross, and then locked in the middle, the folded paji is thicker than a single sheet of paper, and the chances of winning are more.

Folding newspapers is considered cheating. Generally, few people use them, and most of the time, others will not play with you.There are also calendars that are stacked, this is pure cheating, it is too heavy, no one will take you to play with it, it just looks good when stacked, take it out to show off.

At that time, the books at home suffered disasters. The adults were smashed to pieces without seeing it. The most amazing thing was to fold the textbooks. After a while, the teacher found that the child had no books and asked the parents. So there was a violent beating, and the parents used the money to buy new books, and then opened them.

I have a classmate, whose name I won’t name here, but among those above, he tore down three books in half a semester.

In the second stage of Paji, there is no need for paper stacks, but at this time the paper stacks have not been discharged from the army and are still playing.

Paji in the second stage is made of thin paper shells, yellow thin paper shells, with a round pattern printed on it with red ink pad, usually engraved with vague and specious figures, similar to the form of official seals , as big as the official seal.

After printing, cut it out with scissors, and a round paji is ready. Dozens of them are not too bulky to hold in your hand, so they gradually replaced hand-folded ones, which take up too much space and cannot be held. indivual.

The printed pattern is also very simple. The characters and animals are all similar in shape and vague. In fact, no one except the owner knows what it is, but it is red anyway.

The third stage is a leap forward. It is still made of thin paper shells, but it is no longer a red seal, but a layer of color-printed paper is pasted on the paper shells, with characters and animals overprinted on it. , Journey to the West, A Dream of Red Mansions, Outlaws of the Marsh, and Astro Boy.

However, the overprinting technology at that time was really terrible. It was normal for the characters to have four eyes or be blurry. Children didn't know what was going on, so they bought them and cut them out to play.It is also round, and is as big as the second generation Paji.

At the third stage, you don’t need to hit it to play Paji. The second generation can still be played, but the third generation is pasted color painting, which will cause damage, and it is too light to play.

So at this time, playing Paji has actually become a technical job: collapse, bounce, chop, and you don’t have to keep turning around on the ground to make it dirty, you can play on the table. At this time, playing Paji Activity has moved from dirty, manual work to clean board games into the age of technology.

It’s slow to say, but in fact, the period from the first generation of paper stack paji to the third generation of “real” paji was from 80 to 83.

After 81, there are more things for children to play with (compared to children in the 70s), such as snapping a cigarette case with a real person (fold the cigarette into a big triangle, then put it on the ground and pat it with your hand, relying on your hand The shot of air turns the pack over, which wins).

Origami airplanes, at that time, the wreckage of airplanes thrown on the ground could be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys, with a variety of materials and styles.

At that time, some individuals came out to do business. It was a simple shed, which would sell some candy and some things for children to play with. Gradually, children's games began to enter the era of burning money by themselves.

"Er Ming, lend me two." Wang Zhichang said to Zhang Xingming.

After playing for more than an hour, his face was covered with sweat. Wang Zhichang lost the game.

Li Shucai won the most, Yang Zhendong also won, Shi Deming and Li Baojun were neither losers nor losers, Zhang Xingming also lost, but he still had some in his hands, and he never won in these games in his memory.

When everyone is playing together, rock-paper-scissors first, the loser puts his paji on the ground, and the other uses his paji to fight, that is, slaps the paji in his hand on top of the paji on the ground. If the one on the ground is overturned, it wins.

The overturned paji goes to the winner, and the loser takes out another one and puts it on the ground.