Chapter 8 Qiqian is a windfall that fell from the sky! ?

When I was in the fourth grade of elementary school, I also reached the time of enlightenment.Money, which I had no interest in before, suddenly felt very attractive. On the way from school to home, there is a grocery store, and round glass jars containing cakes, quail eggs, sugar balls, etc. are neatly displayed.I remember that chicken cakes are one yuan, and two quail eggs are one yuan. The only people who can buy things in that small shop on the way home from school are children from well-to-do families. "I'm going to have a look." "Bye-Bye!" Watching off the students who walked into the grocery store waving their hands, I was very envious.

The fruit on the tree is also delicious, but occasionally I also want to eat sugar balls, ice cream or jelly.Without pocket money, I asked the child who bought snacks: "How is the taste?" "..." Because the taste cannot be described, most children will let me taste it.But not long after, the other party impatiently urged me who kept licking the sugar ball. "Give me back!" I reluctantly returned him, and asked again after a while: "What's the smell?" "Didn't I give you a taste just now?" "I forgot." "Lick it for ten seconds and give it back to me!"

In fact, it is impossible to forget the taste, but he is just a simple country boy, and he didn't expect so much at all.He reluctantly let me lick the sugar ball again. "One, two, three, four... ten." When the ten seconds were up, I returned it to him without hesitation, but after a while, I asked again, "What's the smell?" He asked me to lick it again. In this way, I finally agreed to lick for ten seconds each and then switch to another person, which fulfilled my wish. "One, two, three, four... ten." After he counted to ten, I spit out the sugar ball, handed it to him and started counting down the seconds.

"one two three four five six seven eight nine ten." The sugar ball came back into my mouth. "One, two, three, four... ten." "one two three four five six seven eight nine ten." "One, two, three, four... ten." "one two three four five six seven eight nine ten." He counted slowly as normal, and I counted as fast as I could.Then he started to protest a little unfairly. "You count too fast!" "Where is it? I counted, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten." "Sure enough, it's faster."

"You're hypersensitive!" I do that kind of thing. Once, I had a flash of inspiration and thought of a way to use my own money to buy snacks. "Hey, let's go to the grocery store too!" I greet a few classmates. "I want to go! But I have no money." "Look at me!" "How to do it?" "Go pick it up." "No one lost money." "It's not about picking up money, it's about picking up things that can be exchanged for money." I confidently said that I ordered everyone to gather at the shrine next Sunday.

On Sunday, five or six friends gather at the shrine, all of them children who cannot get pocket money from home. "Let's walk with this thing on!" "what is this?" I handed over the magnet and the string to them, who looked suspicious. Yes, I borrowed the wisdom of my grandmother. Gala-gala, gala-gala, gala-gala... Everyone immediately tied up the magnets and dangled around. After walking for a while, we were surprised to find that there were many fallen nails stuck to the magnet. Gala-gala, gala-gala, gala-gala, gala-gala... We walked for a while making strange noises, and suddenly things fell from our heads one after another.Looking up, someone was working on the pole.What fell was the copper wire.We shouted to the top of the telegraph pole:

"Uncle, can this be picked up?" The uncles said bluntly: "Well, yes." In the evening, we took the harvest of the day to the scrap iron collector, and each earned ten yuan.We took the money and rushed to our destination—the grocery store, of course. In the era when a jelly was five yuan, even if we can only buy ten yuan snacks, we are still overjoyed.Most importantly, the jelly that everyone eats together after labor is really delicious. Needless to say, for a while after that it was the fashion among poor kids to walk around with ropes tied around their waists dragging magnets.

In fact, at that time, there was something I wanted to buy more than snacks - crayons. At that time, everyone in our class except me had twelve-color crayons. Because I didn't have any, I often had to borrow crayons from others to draw. "Tanaka-kun, lend me the white one." After painting it a bit, he said: "Yamazaki-kun, the red one." Paint it carefully again. Because it is an era of scarcity of supplies, everyone cherishes crayons very much. Although they will lend me, they will remind me again and again: "Don't use too much!" "Only use a little!"

I politely borrowed from one side and borrowed from the other, so people who draw often have red eyebrows on the right side and black eyebrows on the left side.Even when I painted my mother's face, it looked like an abstract painting by Picasso. I really didn't have the courage to send it back to Hiroshima. One day, Aunt Xi Sako’s son and my cousin who was four years older than me went to play with bamboo rafts on the moat.The bamboo raft was hooked by something, so my cousin and I jumped into the water to push the bamboo raft. "Ouch!" At that time, there was a sudden crunch under my feet, and I stepped on something.

"What did I step on!" I told my cousin to pick up the things I stepped on. "What is this? What a strange turtle!" As soon as I finished speaking, my cousin exclaimed: "It's a turtle!" "turtle?" "Zhaoguang, take this to a fish shop and sell it, it's worth a lot of money!" We looked at each other and smiled, and hurried back with the turtle in our arms, put it in a bucket and brought it to the fish shop to sell. It's unlucky to be stepped on by me. God!The uncle of the fish shop bought the turtle for 840 yuan, and my cousin and I each made a huge sum of 420 yuan.I immediately took the money and ran to the stationery store.

"Auntie, do you have a crayon for 420 yuan?" "There are three hundred and eighty yuan and twenty-four colors." "I want that." When I got home, I gently opened the twenty-four-color crayon box, which was filled with crayons of various colors that I had never seen before. I feel very lucky to have a big smile on my face. Although there was no drawing class the next day, I still brought a long box of crayons to school.Regardless of the fact that the first class was Mandarin, I still put the crayon box on the table. "Tokunaga-kun, what is that?" When the teacher asked me, instead of saying it was a crayon, I opened the lid and said: "It's twenty-four colors." Even the teacher said: "It's really good." None of the classmates had twenty-four-color crayons, and they all looked at my crayon box curiously and praised. For a period of time after that, I took a long box of crayons to school every day, whether it was wind or rain, and put them on the desk whether it was arithmetic or social classes. When it was time to draw, when the classmate next to me borrowed gold or silver crayons from me, I also said, "I can only use a little." As happy as I am, my mother's portrait still looks like a clumsy Picasso abstraction—the technique of the drawing probably has nothing to do with the crayon used.