Chapter 17 clinking poor days

When New Year's Day was approaching in 1991, Sa wandered around in the male dormitory of Beijing Normal University like a mouse in Zhou Papi's family, at a loss for what to do. reason?It's too simple, seeing the new year, I still have twenty-six cents left in my pocket, but the mustard mustard at the canteen downstairs costs thirty-five cents a pack. Ordinarily, our family is in Beijing, and my father and mother all drink ink. Although we are not rich peasants and landlords, it is not enough to afford a college student so that we can’t even afford mustard, right? This thing is purely self-inflicted.The week before New Years, I unleashed a cold war on the family with the daring spirit of adolescent rebellion.Crazy Wang from the Department of Psychology in the dormitory next door said that before people become dementia, there are four periods of resistance. The first time seems to be a child throwing a doll to emphasize self-awareness. Big attack—Is it too late to resist after you have gone to college?Suspected that maybe Sa was too honest when he was a child, so let’s resist and postpone—remind parents who are reassuring of honest children to pay attention, this kind of thing will never go away sooner or later, it is a type of Osama bin Laden’s indefinite time bomb.The reason for the conflict is gone from my memory, but my father and mother must not be graceful enough, so in the end I slammed the door with the strength of a strong man who will never return, and went back to school.

Ordinarily, this is not a big deal, the students of the Normal University are "paid" on a monthly basis, hard-core crops, if you are really capable, you can also have a little tutoring, play a video and hold a dance or something, and you will not have difficulties in life, otherwise Brothers in Peking University always joke that we are "university for eating"? But it all took effort. When I found out that there was still a week before the next month's payment, I still had two yuan and five dollars left in my pocket.At this time, if you want to find a profitable business or borrow money, you can pay homage to the Stove Lord on August 15th—it’s three autumns too late.You must know that before the Chinese New Year, all the brothers are short of money, and there are many places where money is used by thieves, and they have to be busy with their fellow villagers, and they have to make offerings to their girlfriends. Even the school poet Ah Huang’s eyes are green when he counts the ten-cent bills in his wallet. Oily, like a wolf in the wilderness - I don't run a zoo, can I pluck the fur from an old wolf?

On the last day of 1990, the hawker in the corridor who exchanged food stamps for socks only agreed to barter and refused to pay for my food stamps. Of course, I can exchange socks—but I have no money to buy instant noodles , what do you want socks for?So, I finally ran out of ammunition and food.At that time, the food stamp policy was about to be abolished, and hawkers were much more sensitive to economics than college students. Zhejiang Jiang's second child in the lower berth looked at me and let out a "hey hey" with a half-hearted smile, which made me understand that I was not the only one in dire straits.The ten-square-meter small room occupied by seven people is always filled with the strange smell of smelly sneakers and instant noodles. Qigong, but it’s all the same. It’s all about saving face and suffering. Yesterday, the fifth monkey in Guangxi was still talking about the remaining eight yuan and couldn’t celebrate the New Year. Today, a fellow villager asked for five yuan. .At the end of the new year, there are many poor people in Normal University. Except for the old seven in Hebei who are still plausible about Marxism-Leninism every day, everyone else has already turned their trouser pockets upside down and scolded their mothers.

The only hope is the boss in Hubei. This kid went to a friend to collect debts, and he didn't come back all afternoon, so he should have gained something, right?The triangular debt problem among students is much more complicated than that of state-owned enterprises.The bearded Jiangsu Zhang Laosan scattered the last few golden leaves in the cigarette box to everyone, muttering: "The boss promised to come back for the New Year..." Say Cao Cao and Cao Cao will arrive.At this moment, the door was kicked open with a "boom", and the boss in Hubei yelled: "Brothers, the poor have to celebrate the New Year too!" Holding two fish, he walked in happily.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became lively, and the spirits of the brothers who were scattered all over the place increased. Carp stood up and cheered.The second brother from Zhejiang obsequiously took the treasure from the boss, and asked, "What's the matter? Zhao Guangfu is rich?" Zhao Guangfu is from the hometown of the boss. Seeing the name, the boss is out of his mind to lend him money? The boss looked around and sat down, opened the water bottle - of course it was empty, and reluctantly took the half cigarette handed by the third child and said: "Did he dare to stay in the dormitory during the Chinese New Year? I ran into someone who took me as an intern." Fatty Fei, I robbed their teachers of the New Year's things. Get up, get up, and cook for the New Year."

With meat and fish, it was purely a matter of imagination for the college students of that era to put together a table of dishes.The boss pondered for a moment, and then ordered everyone: "This, this, the third and the fourth, go to the laboratory to dismantle some alcohol stoves, and the second and I will get some seasonings, the fifth, you are here to butcher fish and cut the elbows, the sixth and the oldest Seven, you go to Xueshi No. 4 cafeteria to get some cabbage." It seems fair, but in fact the boss is dark enough, he and the second child are the easiest, and they don't even have to go out.The first floor of the male dormitory building is full of single teachers. Among them, Li Zhengjing—so named because he teaches political economics—has a large bunch of peppers hanging on the door, and we often visit there.The work of the third child and I is okay, but jumping into the laboratory from the window requires a little skill of the martial arts team, after all, the laboratory is on the second floor.The most difficult thing is the sixth and the seventh, because that little elbow is just a thought. A young man of twenty years old can go down two by one, but pointing at it will not work.The main course of the banquet is cabbage, which is in high demand and belongs to "theft of state property".The school’s Chinese cabbage is piled up at the entrance of the No. 4 cafeteria. The Chinese cabbage stockpiled in Beijing weighs about ten catties each. It takes both intelligence and physical strength to remove a few at a time.Ordinarily, I am an expert in this. During the day, I rode a bicycle past the vegetable stacks, and grabbed a cabbage with my left hand-remember, you have to grab the root of the cabbage like the bun of the ancients. If you pull the cabbage, then It just "spread the peacock" - it was thrown into the basket of the car like lightning, and then ran away.Today the boss appointed the seventh to do this, why?The boss said: Lao Qi has always been the political model in our dormitory. His thoughts are as pure as a lamb in the Bible. Letting him do some cocky things can train him to integrate into the group as soon as possible-obviously, collectivism and idealism here A conflict occurred, and Lao Qi's ideological struggle must be very fierce. However, under the temptation of the fish head fresh meat hot pot, Lao Qi's ideological balance inevitably tilted...

All the way to steal the stove went smoothly, the door of the laboratory was not locked, and we managed to get three alcohol stoves and a large bottle of industrial alcohol.The boss was safe and sound all the way. When Li Zhengjing was picking peppers, Li Zhengjing came out and poured face water. After five seconds of embarrassment, Mr. Li smiled bitterly, pointed behind the door and said, "Why don't you get some green onions? Are there any green onions?" I’m ashamed to take his, but I borrowed all the soy sauce cooking wine and so on—I even stole two bottles of Erguotou.” It’s just that the cabbage is very good. When we returned to the dormitory with the alcohol stove, we were surprised to find that the sixth and the seventh not only brought back five hard Chinese cabbages, but also brought back two girls!Among them, the guy wearing a red cotton hat and looking around curiously is the branch secretary of our class, Ku Caihua!

Of course, bitter cauliflower doesn't grow green. It's just because this guy is serious, never smiles, and is always healthy, so he got such a nickname.I saw a bitter cauliflower in the boy's dormitory where the new year is approaching, and I don't know if next year will be auspicious or inauspicious... Girls are always the most popular in the boys' dormitory. Everyone hurriedly packed their things and gave up their seats.I took advantage of the chaos and asked Lao Qi what was going on?It took a long time for Ai Ai, the seventh phase, to explain clearly.It turned out that the cafeteria was already dimly lit. They saw that there was no danger, so they sneaked close to the cabbage pile. Just as they were about to strike, they heard movement in the vegetable pile. When they looked closely, they saw two girls who had already stepped forward, facing each other. Start with a pile of cabbage.The girls are obviously not skilled enough to do this. One of them grabbed a cabbage and pulled it hard. His foot slipped, and the cabbage didn't move, but it fell solidly like a tamping, and then there was "creaking" laughter.

Since everyone has the same goal, there is no need to hide from each other. The sixth and seventh sons went up to help in a big way, only to find out that the two "female bandits" are actually from the same class, and one is the branch secretary Ku Caihua! The next step is simple. After figuring out that we are going to hold a "Hundred Chicken Feast", Ku Caihua generously took out two sheets of "Unity" and asked the two dormitories to cooperate in hosting the banquet!Our dormitory gave out the second cheer today: girls are still amazing!Look at how fat they are all (speaking behind the scenes), but they can still save so much money by the end of the year.

When the girls came, they would be the masters, and the two sheets of Da Tuan were replaced with peanuts, tofu, instant noodles and beer, and a box of Da Chung Jiu was also extravagantly brought.The hot pot boiled, and the thinly sliced ​​elbows were lowered into the water and twisted into various patterns.The tofu and cabbage are turned in the boiling water vortex, and the two fish are fried in a small pot with a little cooking wine. Sprinkle some soy sauce and crushed chili to give off a rich aroma. In the midst of the chaos, one guy actually "discovered" that he still had an apple in his possession!So the girls hurriedly used it to make a pot of "Punch", which is obviously a name brought by more educated girls - it was not until they saw the real "Punch" in the restaurant after work that they suddenly realized It's absurd how far we've stretched the boundaries of this dish.

Eating the stolen cabbage and snatched pork knuckles, Northeast Lao Liu began to howl and play his guitar. The tune was very funny, and it was Hou Dejian's "Understand After Thirty".We were just twenty that year, what do we understand? Although there is not much wine, it is very easy to get drunk during the Chinese New Year. The serious bitter cauliflower starts life and love with a fish head in its mouth... It is not only bitter cauliflower, I also feel a kind of warmth that I have not experienced for a long time Diffuse in a hot pan. Lao Qi suddenly said that I would go out for a while. I asked him: "What are you going to do? Enough cabbage." He said: "I'll go and call home." Lao Qi's home is in a remote place in the countryside of Hebei. It was time to catch this kid and give him a good lesson—everyone is like this, and you still have the money for the phone call?There was a strange coincidence, but I didn't do anything, watching Lao Qi hurried downstairs.Looking back, everyone's faces were unconsciously covered with mist.Zhejiang's second child took off his glasses to wipe the lenses. Later, they said that I went to call and went for half an hour. In fact, I have been queuing for half an hour. When it was my turn, all I really had to say was a few words. I said, "Mom, it's me. Happy Chinese New Year." Mom said: "Why don't you come back during Chinese New Year?" I said, "I'll be back tomorrow." Mom said, "Okay, okay, we're all at home." I put down the phone and hurried upstairs. The old lady who looked at the phone yelled at me to go back and get the money. Only then did I realize that I had donated all my property of twenty-six cents to the old lady. The phone bill should be a dime, right?I should have sixty-six cents left...but I strode up the stairs like I didn't hear it, and I must have looked so cool from behind. I can't go back.Hey, a group of elementary school brothers and sisters, how ugly is it to wipe tears for others to see? At this time, the bell upstairs rang, and I realized that it was New Year's Day in 1991. When the new year came, I was penniless. Oh, it looks like I'm doomed to live a jingle-poor 1991.