Chapter 27 Coins are heavier than piggy banks

There was a time, when I was young, people were full of interest in ancient intellectuals, and the most common characters in TV dramas at that time were champions, not emperors as they are now.The first thing in the champion's life is to cry, and then the maid will happily run into the hall and announce to the audience, "My wife is born!" The second thing is to catch Zhou.You know that Zhuo Zhou is a drooling baby crawling and crawling on a table full of gifts. The box, the parents will scream "broken", this is a hooligan.TV dramas always arrange for two children to be caught together, one champion and the other a hooligan, so the audience understands: these two children will be enemies for life, and the champion will surely win.

At that time, I found that I had no interest in being a champion or being a gangster.If I were to catch Zhou, I would definitely grab a piece of braised pork.The granary knows the etiquette, and the food and clothing know the honor and disgrace. That is the young pioneers. My own interest lies in the never-stop eating. I think books are for tearing, grandpa’s glasses are for breaking, and this world is for tasting.I want to stuff everything in my mouth.I eat candied sugar like a weevil beetle on a beet, I eat pig intestines like a cannibal, and if there is such a thing as Little Red Riding Hood, I'd eat her grandma in one bite.When my mother gave me a piggy-shaped piggy bank as a gift, I was a baby full of energy, without any nonsense about your world in my head.I stood on the back of the walker, standing upright, thinking that boundless freedom is justified, and the wildest dream is to spend every coin I catch in my hand in the first place.So after I got this piggy bank and heard about its functions, a ball of sweat the size of a tennis ball appeared on my temple: What kind of reactionary thing is this?

Adults always tend to buy inappropriate toys for children, and that piggy bank is an example.I guess it was some kind of cultural paradigm that made my mother think that every happy child should have a piggy bank.In this world, the right to imagine happiness certainly belongs to the parents, if you have parents.Sometimes the right to imagine also belongs to the leader.One day a year, at midnight, I sat on a stone bench on the Bund in Shanghai and looked at the bright lights of Pudong, thinking to myself: This crystal city is their imagination of happiness?At that time, I had just been to Qinghai.I imagined that if I used a teleportation machine to bring the villagers I met in Qinghai here to see what it means to have cars like flowing water and horses like dragons, would they faint?Will they find themselves the ones who got kicked out?

I always think that the money in the pockets of ordinary people is more important than bony buildings, just like coins are more important than piggy banks.Every time I pass a bank building, I think to myself: What a big piggy bank!This piggy bank also contains my money, so I hope the central bank will not issue more currency, lest my money that would have bought two candy balls become only enough to buy one.When passing by other majestic buildings, I would also think: What a big piggy bank!This piggy bank has nothing to do with me directly. I just hope that its digestive function is not too good. It would be better to eat popsicles and pull popsicles.

Confucius said: The people can be made to know it, but not to be made to know it.I don't think this is right.For a country, the most important thing is the happiness of the smallest people.There is no need for the country to hide anything from them, and the country's imagination of happiness should also be shared with them. Sometimes I learn more about things and feel that our national governance structure can often be compared to family life. How the power here treats the people is just like how adults treat children.Today we have made some progress in education and politics, but it is still not enough.Why?A reference story is that many years after giving me the piggy bank, my mother retired at home and opened a kindergarten.As an excellent and rigorous teacher, she made those children live a life like hell, either learning "the largest two-digit number is 99", or reciting "the way to university, in Mingmingde".Once, I finally couldn't help discussing with her: Have you ever thought that the only interest of these little bastards is to roll all over the floor?It turned out that she didn't speak to me for at least three days.

I realized that when a person's life value is maintained on a certain idea, no matter how wrong this idea is, it cannot be questioned. That's why making the world a good place is always difficult.I always have two attitudes towards this at the same time. The first one is knowing that it cannot be done, and trying my best to make it better; the second one is to hold back: if it can get better, I will treat it better , if it can't, I'll fuck it.I don't think we should live a life of being a slave to things, let alone a life of being a slave to our minds.I used to stand behind a toddler, stand upright, why can't I go back to the origin of my life now?When I was young, my dream was just to eat glutinous rice sticks. Now I can buy countless glutinous rice sticks and eat them all the way from Beijing to Shenyang. Wouldn’t it be great?Sometimes I eat into an S shape, and sometimes I eat into a B shape. My contribution to the world is to eat it with a click, which makes all the gentlemen along the way surprised: What kind of bastard is this?