Chapter 15 The movement played by the second chapter "The Rattle"

Yiwu is located in the central part of Zhejiang Province, and was called Wushang in ancient times.Its place name is also connected with a beautiful and moving legend: it is rumored that there is a filial son named Yan Wu, who was born in poverty, but knows the way of propriety, righteousness and filial piety.At that time, there were frequent wars in the Central Plains. In order to avoid the disaster of war, Yan Wu and his dependent father went to live in Yiwu, Jiangdu. Soon his father died of serious illness. His fingers were broken, and blood and mud covered them. A group of crows were moved by his filial piety, and they all helped him to bury his father. The crow's beak was covered with scars, and Yan Wu fell beside his father's grave in grief... Crow The place name of Shang is taken from the theory of Yanwu's burial father.

Yiwu takes the lead, which reflects the traditional virtues of Yiwu people.However, in order to thrive on this barren land, Yan’s descendants used their industrious hands to cultivate and cultivate a large number of jujube trees and sugarcane. Golden Amber Jujube.Yiwu, located in the middle of Zhejiang Province, used to have poor mountains and rivers, and the traffic was blocked. Although the rich and businessmen did not want to stay here for a long time, they also retained a group of people who were relegated by the government of the past dynasties and a group of defeated generals injured in the war. pawn.Gradually, Yiwu became a surprisingly poor place with more people and less land.Poor people want to change, so some people try to turn the sugar cane in the field into sugar cubes, and then go to a foreign country to exchange sugar for goods, and then sort the exchanged goods, or sell them for cash, or use them as fertilizers to grow food.According to the records of "Yiwu County Chronicles", as early as in the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, farmers in this county carried sugar loads on their shoulders and shook rattles by hand during the winter and spring slack seasons every year. Going around villages and alleys in other places to exchange poultry bones, old clothes and shoes, scrap copper and rotten iron, etc., to earn meager profits.On the eve of the Anti-Japanese War, the number of people engaged in this industry in the county increased to tens of thousands, and it developed into a unique industry, a sugar gang.

Perhaps no one in the north has ever seen what the sugar gang is like, but in the south, almost everyone in their early thirties has seen those sugar traders who hold rattles and carry the burden of shopkeepers on their shoulders.As far as I can remember from my childhood, during the slack season, especially during the first month of Chinese New Year, there were a lot of sugar traders, and I saw them almost every day.This interview in Yiwu made me understand that the sugar-changer I had been looking forward to every day in my childhood turned out to be the subject of my writing today, which inevitably reminded me of scenes from my childhood.

At that time, people who lived in the countryside would always kill chickens and pigs during Chinese New Year and festivals, and the remaining chicken feathers and pig skulls were often thrown aside. The old people and children liked to pick up these things and tidy them up. Come, you can exchange for a sweet lollipop or rolled candy.If there are more things, the adults in the family have to exchange some daily necessities for needles and brains from the salesman.What impresses me deeply is that every time my grandma combs her hair, she always rolls up the strands of hair that fall off the comb and accumulates them. When the salesman comes to carry them, she takes out a roll of hair and gives it to my grandson. Eat a candy or two.At that time, how I hoped that grandma would lose some hair every time she combed her hair.As for my grandma, although she is ninety years old and dying, she still has the habit of accumulating and losing her hair.Coincidentally, during the Spring Festival of 1999, when I stopped by my hometown after interviewing in Yiwu, my grandma took out a large curly hair from under her bed and said Amin, my nickname is 1, you see I have always been I'll keep my hair for you, but why doesn't the sugar changer come here anymore?I hurriedly took over the strands of gray hair, and couldn't help telling my grandma that those sugar traders in the past had long since disappeared, and now they are doing big business and are all rich.When grandma heard this, her eyes lit up and she said, "The world has really changed. The sugar exchangers in the past were the most miserable and pitiful people!"

My grandma's words are correct, but she is not as lucky as I am. She has witnessed the scene that the sugar traders in the past are all so rich that they are about to bleed! Hit the Sugar Gang?rattle?Can I still see you now? When I knew that the sugar traders and peddlers I saw when I was a child were all from Yiwu, the first thing I did when I came to Yiwu was to see the sugar knocking gang that I always hoped to appear in the village 20 or 30 years ago. And the clanging rattles in their hands.However, after many days of searching, I have never seen a rattle. When regretting it, I specifically suggested to the local cadres that the traditional rattle should be developed as a special product!So we talked about the Knocking Sugar Gang, which is the responsibility of the shopkeeper.Yiwu people all laughed: how can there be now!We are all setting up stalls, opening shops and running factories, who still does that business!In fact, I can also guess this point, just because I arrived in Yiwu, the hometown of the rattle drum, it reminded me of the special feelings I had for the sugar-changers when I was a child. I really want to taste the authentic Yiwu green sugar that has been away for decades.The Yiwu people laughed again, saying that we can bring you a lot now, but there is really no one that can give you a piece of candy that was exchanged for chicken feathers back then.Although I felt a bit regretful after hearing this, I was still very excited when I saw the new scene where the sugar exchangers in those days were now rich and well-off.

But I still have a request, that is, to go to Niansanli in person, to see this once the birthplace of the rattle drum and the Yiwu Small Commodity Market. Niansanli is very famous in Yiwu area, because the distance between it and the five surrounding market towns was 23 miles in the old days, so it got its name.The birthplace of the rattle in front of me is too far from the town I imagined.Look at the wide avenue that is several kilometers long. The owner said that the widest part is 36 meters; look at the brand-new buildings on both sides of the avenue, all of which are four or five stories high.From the pavement to the buildings, all were built by the farmers themselves.The master told me proudly.

This is the small town in the hometown of the rattle, which used to have only one small street. Now the market town alone covers an area of ​​four to five square kilometers, and the number of local urban residents has reached more than 20,000.Adding more than 10,000 migrant workers, the population of the market town has exceeded 30,000.Nearly a thousand large, medium and small private enterprises are densely distributed throughout the town, forming a famous town in central Zhejiang with a modern scale.It is said that a... block of 40 to 50 square meters of foundation in the small town is currently priced at more than 300,000 yuan.If it's in a good location, it's more than that.When I stepped into the compound of the town government and looked up at the office building standing in front of it, I immediately complained about the ministries and committees building in the capital, because the town government building in Niansanli is so grand!

This is thanks to the reform and opening up policy and the booming Yiwu market.The town officials who received me continued to be modest, and I didn't know what they were telling the truth until I had dinner at noon. Among the five town cadres at my table, three were from the rattle drum gang.The owners said that almost every household in their place has played rattles for hundreds of years.At that time, the men carried the goods of the shopkeepers across the country to exchange chicken feathers for sugar, while the women in the family sorted and disposed of the goods exchanged by the men, or made sugar and tied flowers, made some small handicrafts, and prepared goods for the headed family to go out again.The small street less than two meters long in Ersanli was the only place where sugar gangs from far and near carried out free trade, and it was also the starting point for the development of the entire Yiwu Small Commodity Market.

Old Street is still there? Yes, the town keeps it. This is good news, and I couldn't help but let the owner take it with me. The linear street in front of me is the kind of street in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River that I was familiar with when I was a child.Its streets are only as wide as two shoulder poles, with curved stone roads, and the pavements on the left and right are still old-fashioned: grocery stores, small noodle shops, barbershops, and this streetscape is destined to no longer be full of customers.In a calligraphy and painting shop, I saw a gentle old man writing Spring Festival couplets, so I went to greet him.

The old man, whose surname is Zhao and whose name is Weimao, is 66 years old. He used to be a schoolteacher. After retiring, he opened a calligraphy and painting shop in his house facing the street.Now that everyone is rich, every year and holidays, everyone likes to add a little bit of joy to the big fortune and good luck, so my small business can earn 1:100 yuan a month.The old man said happily. How old is this little street? It’s far away, but the street looks like this now, it’s said that it was like this during the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom... When do you remember when the most people came to do business on this street?

Time to cut your tail!The old man blurted it out, but I didn't understand it for a moment. He hurriedly said: It's time to cut the tail of capitalism!At that time, people in Yiwu were not having a good life, so the most people went out to exchange feathers for sugar, and the street was the most lively at that time! The old man's black humor made us laugh.It wasn't Lin Biao and the Gang of Four who cut off the tail of capitalism in the countryside and made the Chinese people suffer unspeakably!The cunning people of Yiwu have the clever trick of exchanging chicken feathers for sugar, so the tail of capitalism growing on this small street in Niansanli is surprisingly thick. Isn’t this just an excellent political humor created by Yiwu people! The people of Tayiwu know very well that for this black humor, what they paid was blood and tears... Among Yiwu's hundreds of thousands of businessmen, Shi Wenjian was the first batch of red landlords who came out of Niansanli... because he not only served as the village party secretary, but also the first party secretary of the labor association in the current Chinese small commodity market. In 1985, when the Yiwu market was booming, Shi Wenjian was already the big brother among the local businessmen, but the 14950 stall owner gave up the money that was pouring in. Deputy Director of Shi's Individual Association.Shi Wenjian is not a fool. He is famous for his shrewdness in business, but he gave up the chance to become a billionaire without hesitation.Lao Shi, who is now 65 years old, told me that he is willing to sacrifice his personal opportunity to make money to make more people rich, because he has too many suffering experiences of shaking the rattle drum, and he knows too much about his many people who shake the rattle drum. They yearn to escape poverty. I am a native of Niansanli, and my Rufu Village is a well-known poor village in Yiwu. In 1956, I was the secretary of the Party branch of Murakami, but before the Third Plenary Session of the Eleventh Central Committee of the Party, our countryside was too heavily influenced by leftist thoughts, especially during the ten-year turmoil. If you want to live a good life, you have to be criticized and fought.The soil where our village is located is barren. If there is no poultry and livestock wool as the base fertilizer for planting rice, the rice will have bad tillers and the yield will not increase.For fertilizer, our ancestors took advantage of the local green sugar, and there was a business tradition of exchanging chicken feathers for sugar very early.In fact, Yiwu people's earliest exchange of chicken feathers for sugar was not to make money, but to improve the soil.Later, in the process of exchanging chicken feathers for sugar, it was discovered that not only could the use of poultry and livestock feathers be used as fertilizer to achieve the purpose of improving the soil, but it could also win some small profits that could improve life. A basic means of survival and reproduction on a barren land.Mr. Shi told me about the way of exchanging chicken feathers for sugar that ordinary Yiwu people can't tell.However, in a tone full of vicissitudes, and with his own experience, he told me the unbearable suffering of Yi and the three who exchanged chicken feathers for sugar: people here are already poor, how can they have the capital to go out and do business?It's not that the old hen at home lays a few eggs and is reluctant to eat them, or that the piglets in the pen are big enough to sell to make some money, add some small grocery items, pick up a pair of shopkeepers, shake the rattle and go out up.In the past, when I was the secretary of the village party committee, I couldn't take the lead in exchanging chicken feathers for sugar. The rebels defeated me and gave me a chance to shake the rattle. The first time I went out in 1967 was a large mountainous area, because only those places where no one went could exchange our Yiwu green sugar and small department stores for some idle poultry and animal hairs of farmers.I still remember the first trip I took when I went out. It was really a lot of food, and it was easy to walk.The snow was strong and the wind was strong. When I went out, I carried a burden and didn’t dare to put on clothes. On this journey, there was no way to go in, and there was no place to go back. However, the wind tip and snowflakes went straight to my heart as usual.Seeing that it was getting dark, I was anxious and wanted to lift my feet faster, but I accidentally fell into the pond by the side of the road... At that moment, I had only one thought: I can't drown in vain like this In a different place! I still don't understand how I crawled from the piercing pool to the shore.After I landed, I first thought of the goods I had exchanged in the load, so I took the load and headed straight to the local supply and marketing cooperative, regardless of my wet body. When the goods were sold, my clothes and pants were all gone. Bing Hawthorn, there is no place on the body that is not red and swollen... But this is not the one that suffers the most.What we are most afraid of when we shake the rattle is to be suspected or misunderstood for no reason.That year, I saw that the peasant brothers in some places liked rat poison very much, so I also brought a few packs in the peddler's bag.Unexpectedly, a woman in a village had an evil intention to poison her husband because of a quarrel with her husband.Fortunately, the man smelled the food, and immediately poured it for the dog to eat. The poor dog fell to the ground and died on the spot.I don't know the ins and outs of it, so passing by that place still yelling that there are chicken feathers for rat poison?As soon as I finished speaking, a group of Red Guards with red armbands on their arms grabbed me without any explanation, and besieged me... Fortunately, after the incident, a group of old ladies who knew about it rushed to buy rat poison, and made fun of those red guards. The guards said: We don't buy medicine to poison our husbands, besides, our men have long since died!Amidst a burst of ridicule, I was liberated just now, but my frightened heart did not calm down for several days... Luo Youhua, the deputy mayor of Ersan Town.He wasn't one of my pre-determined interviewees, but as soon as we sat down, the man, who had been in the military for six years, couldn't hold back his tears as he told me about his rattle career.Mayor Luo said that when he returned to his hometown from the army in 1975, he only earned 20 cents a day working in the production team, and the best year was only 50 cents a day.At that time, a catty of rice cost 40 cents. A strong laborer had to eat a catty of rice a day, and worked hard for a day, but it was not enough for a day.He, Luo Youhua, had served in the army for six years, so he was considered a man who had seen the world, but life forced him to lower his high head, hold a rattle, and go away from home to exchange chicken feathers for sugar.I was a cadre of the production team at the time, and I was also a member of the party in the army. The regulations above were not allowed to take the lead and engage in capitalism!But do cadres have to live a life?Helpless, I asked someone to issue a certificate from the production team outside.There was no proof then that going out was going to be hard.Some people in our Yiwu lost the certificate they carried on the way. As a result, on the way to Jiangxi to exchange chicken feathers for sugar, not only was all the goods confiscated, but they were locked up for several months. Became half human and half ghost. I still clearly remember how the 40 yuan cost came from the first time I went out: it was the four-foot-five-foot cloth ticket saved by the family of three in exchange for thirteen yuan and fifty cents... At that time, the cloth ticket per foot was worth It was sold for 30 cents, and the vegetables in the private plot were sold for 2 yuan, plus some money from the sale of the 9 catties of soybeans distributed by the production team, plus the 24 yuan left over from my discharge, the source of a total of 40 yuan It has been more than thirty years, and I still remember everything clearly.What does this mean?It shows that we Yiwu people were too poor at that time, and we couldn't even think about living without doing a small side job.But it is not a good business for us Yiwu people to exchange chicken feathers for sugar!Except for Yiwu people, have you never heard of Huaiqian exchanging chicken feathers for sugar?why?Isn't it because it is a bitter and unprofitable business!But we Yiwu people are different from others here: dare to bear hardships, not afraid of small profits, no matter how small the profit is, we will do it as long as it is a profit. Maybe this is the spiritual connotation that our big market in Yiwu can form today?You ask me how the business of exchanging chicken feathers for sugar came about?Let me tell you this: If I start out with 40 yuan as capital, I have to exchange the 40 yuan into goods. Those so-called goods are needles, thread, and hair clips for women.When you go to a place, you have to find a good place to stay, where you spend one yuan and twenty cents to stay and have two meals, one early meal and one late meal. The ten or so hours in between are the time for you to shake the rattle.The business of exchanging wool for sugar is simple and simple. For example, I bought a pack of needles for the sole of a shoe for 10 cents. There are 25 needles in a pack of 10 cents. When we go out, we can exchange two needles for a handful of chicken feathers. A pack of 25 needles for a dime can usually be exchanged for one or two catties of chicken feathers, which can be sold for several dollars!So generally we start going out to exchange chicken feathers for sugar in November after autumn, and we don’t go back until the end of February and the beginning of March after the Spring Festival.After running around for three or four months, in addition to paying one yuan a day to the production team to record work points, I can also accumulate three or four hundred yuan.At that time, saving three or four hundred yuan in one winter was not a small sum.Therefore, although we Yiwu people know that the hardships we endure can be carried with burdens, we are never willing to give up the rattle easily. Where is the furthest place you have been?I asked. Jiangxi.It was by train.Mayor Luo said. How many roads does the sky travel at most? Hmm...Anyway, I remember climbing a mountain and walking through two counties. It was more than a hundred miles!He said: The worst time in my memory was when I didn't eat a good meal for two days. Why? The original plan was to return to the foothold on the same day. Later, seeing that the business was good, I just walked into the mountains. Dare to lose it, the journey in those two days is like the Red Army walked 25,000 miles... Many of us in our 40s and 50s have stomach problems, and most of them are caused by shaking the rattle... Mr. Luo's words brought me into a long memory: I remember that I was just in elementary school at that time, and one of my little aunts got married during the Spring Festival this year, and many relatives came to the house.At noon, a savage who exchanged chicken feathers for sugar came to the village. In our southern Jiangsu area, such foreigners are collectively called beekeeping for sugar.At that time, I certainly didn't know that the wild man shaking the rattle was from Yiwu, let alone the suffering they endured in order to survive.The savage suddenly fell to the ground after entering the village. My relatives who attended the wedding hurriedly helped him up, and after giving him a drink, the man shaking the rattle slowly woke up. Then I and everyone present saw his A trace of bright red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.I was terrified, and I heard the adults saying uncomfortably: "No, no, bad luck today!"come to grief!So someone brought a ferry boat to take the sugar changer to the hospital in the town, but the savage waved his hand and refused to go.I watched the man staggering out of the village with a load on his shoulders, and the rattle in his hand fell into the ditch by the roadside.Although the children in Murakami and I like rattles very much, no one dared to pick them up, because I heard from adults that the sugar changer who threw the rattle was found dead on the road the next day... I have never forgotten one of them in my memory. If I hadn’t been lucky enough to meet Yiwu people more than 30 years later, I would have gradually become indifferent. I feel sympathy for the sugar-changers, and at the same time, I want to take this opportunity to correct the obviously discriminatory appellation that we Sunan people should not use for foreigners. Hey - there are chicken feathers, pig bones, old clothes and hats in exchange for candy!Clang, clang——!During the trip to Yiwu, I did not expect that my emotions would still be difficult to let go of the yells that often echoed in my ears when I was a child. In this yell, I couldn't help but appreciate how Yiwu people lived and struggled countless times yesterday. !Perhaps it is because I have had a special affection for the melody of the rattle drum since I was a child, so now it seems easier to listen to and accept the melody played by the Yiwu people from their primitive lives. In Yiwu, I heard many stories about rattle drummers: - A rattle drummer went to Jiangxi to exchange chicken feathers for sugar, because the local people thought he was engaging in capitalism, and this Yiwu native lost his production team halfway through. As a result, he was treated as a fugitive, and he was forced to do hard labor in a quarry for nearly a year.During this period, the family thought that he starved to death outside, but it turned out that when he was released from the quarry and returned home, his wife and only daughter became members of another family; ——There was a rattle drummer who encountered bad luck just after he went out. He walked on a mountain road at night and accidentally broke his legs, leaving him with a lifelong chronic illness.The eighty-year-old mother served her son all her life, and finally the old mother sent her son to the funeral... ——There is a crazy woman who is still often wandering in the small commodity market. Her husband died in a foreign land after getting sick during a chicken feather exchange for sugar thirty or forty years ago.The deceased husband and the wife were newly married at the time, and the bride longed day and night for the husband to come home, but she dried up her eye sockets and cried out her tears. A few years later, she suddenly burst out laughing, and she became a lunatic ever since. son…… At the home of Zhu Youfu, Secretary of the Party Branch of Niansanli Village in Niansanli Town, the owner told me that taking their Niansanli Village as an example, during the slack season in the past, there were no men between the ages of fifteen and sixteen to sixty in the village. It is not normal for any man not to go out and exchange chicken feathers for sugar.Zhu Youfu's name is really amazing. His four-story building can overlook the panoramic view of Niansanli's new landfill, and the Feng Shui is far from ordinary.But compared with the surrounding neighbors with piles of new buildings, Zhu Youfu's house is already a bit shabby.This may further prove why the three golden plaques issued by the city government in his lobby have been shining brightly. It also shows that the rattle drummer was a good leader who was worthy of the name and benefited the people. Talking about Niansanli today, Zhu Youfu was very passionate. From his mouth, I knew that Niansanli Town, which looks like a modern city today, was a small street less than 200 meters long more than ten years ago, and only It's just a small dock where a few urban residents don't get work points.Today's Niansanli, the township alone covers an area of ​​four square kilometers, with wide roads, rows of buildings, prosperous scenes and commodity markets everywhere.In the minds of peasants, the number of urban residents who are regarded as the upper class and a status symbol has reached more than 20,000.Zhu Youfu said that his village is now full of urban residents, and each of the more than 2,000 people has become a resident. Can't do it.Some people say that it is easy to earn money with tens of thousands of yuan, but whoever can convert a peasant's household registration into a resident household registration is a real skill!Look, now every household in our village has become a city dweller. This is the biggest and most practical change for farmers!There are two other phenomena that can also explain that our Niansanli people are not what they used to be. You can see our new town area. The few square kilometers are all new streets and new buildings, and these new streets and new buildings are not built with government funds. The paved and paved roads are all paved by buildings built with our own money. The government has only planned and laid out the roads.You may have heard that a piece of commercial land of about 40 square meters in our town of Ersanli has been sold for 210,000 yuan!In the past, it was said that every inch of land in prime cities is like gold, but now our remote farmers’ land is also valuable. Isn’t this the biggest change?There is another thing that can explain the same reasoning. Just take our village as an example. The population of our village is only over 2,400, but now the permanent population of out-of-town residents has exceeded 5,000, which is more than twice the local population.Among them are not only part-time workers, but also many people have settled here to do small and medium businesses.You ask why a small town can keep so many out-of-town Phoenix?Of course it is because there is a market for doing business here! Niansanli has been a treasured place for business since ancient times, and it is also the hometown of rattle drums where Yiwu people exchange chicken feathers for sugar. It can be said that Yiwu has today because of our old street in Niansanli that still remains on the edge of the new city. Writer Comrade, haven't you already been to that old street?It is a testimony that we Yiwu people have grown from a beggar who was looked down upon as a chicken feather for sugar to a businessman who is envied by all Chinese people today.Zhu Youfu has reason to say this confidently, because his personal growth experience is also the process of change in Yiwu's entire society.What he said when I was leaving is unforgettable: our contribution to the Yiwu market in Ersanli was forged with blood and tears... When I deeply interviewed those Yiwu merchants who started from a penny and a dime a day on Ersanli Street to create a millionaire every year today, I got a deeper understanding of Zhu Youfu's words.Yes, this is a fact that cannot be denied at any time: if there is no spirit of breaking the rattle for a chicken feather and a pig bone in the small street of Niansanli yesterday, it is naturally impossible for the people of Yiwu today to survive. The largest market in China is even less likely to be so rich that there may be more rattle drummers who are still away from home. Any great change in history always forges a profound national spirit.Yiwu people are no exception. When I came to Yiwu for the first time, I accompanied a delegation of Chinese writers to participate in the 98 China Small Commodity Market Expo held here.In the grand, enthusiastic and unimaginable business atmosphere, my uneasy heart is always thinking about such a problem: Yiwu has neither the good geomantic omen of capital frontier like Guangzhou and Shenzhen, nor the good geomantic omen of Shanghai and Suzhou. The rhythm of doing business accumulated for thousands of years, but why did the classics of Chinese peasants in the 20th century be created here? I finally figured it out, that is the rattle drum spirit that only Yiwu people have.This rattle drum spirit is hard work, daring and unremitting efforts to make progress. The rattle is a kind of musical instrument attached to business, and every melody of it is used to exchange chicken feathers for sugar, so its full charm lies in the shaking force of the drummer.Almost every businessman in Yiwu knows this. He Haimei is one of the most extraordinary businessmen I have met, and she is still in her 50s now.He Haimei didn't have a good time when she was young. Because of the Cultural Revolution, she was so smart that she had to graduate from junior high school prematurely.Due to her short stature, she can only get 4 or 5 work points for a day of heavy work like others, and by the end of the year, she can't even afford a piece of clothing. In 1976, she married Xiao Jin, who worked in the city. Her husband earned 33 yuan a month, and she was considered a wealthy family at that time.However, after the birth of the son in the second year, He Haimei's life was still difficult because the household registration could only follow that of the mother.What made it even more difficult for He Haimei was that the household registrations of her mother and son were revoked on the grounds that He Haimei married a city resident, including her son's rations.He Haimei, who lives in the city, couldn't find a job to make ends meet in the city, so she opened a clothing store with her own ingenuity.This is the tail of capitalism through and through. Suddenly, one day, people from the office broke into He Haimei’s clothing store to crack down on speculation, found her sewing machine without any explanation, and sternly ordered: There is only one way out: close the store and don’t do it.He Haimei is stubborn by nature, but for the sake of her son and husband, she lowered her head with tears in her eyes.As the saying goes: life after death.Just when He Haimei was desperate for life, her brother brought a few photos of the drama when he went home to visit relatives in the army, which made the young people in the neighborhood love it.Yes, this is a good place to buy land with money!He Haimei has a better mind and hands. She knows that making photos is not too difficult, so she spent 35 yuan to buy a set of simple photo-processing equipment.At that time, the Yiwu Cinema was showing drama films, and people who were tired of watching model dramas were very interested in this kind of costume drama, and the shows were almost full.He Haimei seems to have a special kind of business sensitivity. She took an old borrowed camera and sat in the first row of the movie theater. One day, when she set up a booth on the stone slab at the entrance of the theater with her self-made photos, the onlookers turned out to have three floors inside and three floors outside.After a movie, all the dozens of photos she developed were sold, and many young people bought them without even asking the price. One, two... five or six... He Haimei sneaked a little, and the net profit was more than ten yuan!That day she was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth.The business started like this, but at that time no businessmen were allowed in the city at all, so He Haimei had to go to Niansanli Town in the countryside.The first time she came back to Niansanli, the so-called businessmen He Haimei saw were a hundred or so people sitting on both sides of the old street and selling all kinds of small department stores and sundries.He Haimei still remembers the scene of setting up a stall in Niansanli that year: the husband and wife first developed the photos the night before, and had to set off before dawn the next day. No one takes advantage of Yiwu people when they are doing small businesses, they never spend a penny easily.As soon as He Haimei recalled the business scene in Niansanli, He Haimei wanted to laugh: At that time, there were no booths, no tables and chairs, and I hung a military satchel given by my brother on my chest, and stood at the doorknob of the supply and marketing agency with a lot of it. As soon as the photo proofs were pasted on a piece of white paper, they started shouting.The business I was doing at that time was new to the locals who had been trading chicken feathers for sugar, and no one bought my goods at first.I greeted the customers and said to them, just take it and resell it at ease, we both make money if you sell it well, and you can return it if you can’t sell it, anyway, I’m here every day, so don’t worry!This yelling was really effective. Some people bought the photos from me in twos and threes, because some people really took the photos I edited to Nanchang, Hefei, etc. and made money. They sold the photos for one or two cents for a piece. One piece of money, so many people bought from me later, and I became the only photo dealer in the Ersanli market, and the business naturally exceeded imagination.It is not an exaggeration to say that the nationally famous printed matter market appeared in Yiwu later, which was first triggered by my success in selling small photos. I have heard about Yiwu's printed matter market a few years ago, but I don't think it originated from a few photos of an ordinary peasant girl. This really makes people feel the magic of the market economy.Today, there are tens of thousands of Yiwu small commodities that are sold well in the national and even global markets, and without exception, there are legends like He Haimei that touch the heart. The first time I walked into the world of flowers in Yiwu China Commodity City, I was immediately attracted by the endless flower stalls in the market.I remember that once I stumbled into a small commodity market in the capital, my daughter was reluctant to move any more. In desperation, I held back my temper and watched these small commodities that were said to come from Yiwu. I didn’t want to be completely created by Yiwu people. The wonderful handicrafts are impressive. On the one hand, it is not only exquisite, but on the other hand, its variety is unimaginable. More importantly, the farmers in Yiwu have the kind of consciousness that makes the city people feel ahead of time. , which is heartfelt admiration.That day my daughter took the opportunity to make a fortune, and if I hadn't helped carry the big bag of things on the way home, she would not have been able to go home by herself anyway.What is even more amazing to me is that my wife, who has always been very picky about buying goods, is very fond of the Yiwu head flower products bought by her daughter this time.One of the rewards of coming to Yiwu is that it gave me the opportunity to directly meet these rattle drummers who develop the first flower products. People in Yiwu told me that their hair flower products come from Zhengshantou Village in Niansanli.Now this small village has become a professional flower head village and a national head flower production base. There are thousands of kinds and more than ten thousand tons of various head flowers, flower arrangements, gift flowers and other flower products produced every year. In addition to hundreds of small commodity wholesale markets, it is also sold to more than a dozen regions and countries such as Hong Kong, the United States and South Africa.In fact, touhua products are just a small variety among the countless commodities created by us Yiwu people in the process of exchanging chicken feathers for sugar.People in Zhengshantou Village recalled: In 1982, Li Zhangdi of Niansanli Paitang brought back a head flower from Guangzhou, which was made of silk, and Lao Li bought it for his wife to wear.Coincidentally, Jin Zhenghai, who was passing by shaking the rattle in my village, saw it, and he immediately wanted to imitate it.But the yarn used for the head flower that Li Zhangdi bought for his daughter-in-law is only available in Guangzhou. The scheming Jin Zhenghai thought about whether he could replace it with the yarn he usually bought from Huzhou Hongqi Silk Factory in exchange for chicken feathers for sugar?After a trial, it really worked. Jin Zhenghai threw the self-made head flowers in the market, and the girls and sisters-in-law couldn't put them down.Jin Zhenghai is also a good person. Seeing that the hair flower business is good, he taught it to the villagers without reservation. Therefore, in a short period of time, every household in Zhengshantou Village started the hair flower business.Zheng Lilong, Zheng Zhulong, Zheng Yifeng, and Jin Yiping also took the lead in setting up a professional hair flower factory in this year.Although the factories of these four households were not large at that time, they were a historic and crucial step for Yiwu farmers to take from a handicraft workshop-style processing industry to a machinery industry.Zhengshan Village is far away from the town. At first, everyone used bicycles to sell goods on the street, and the supply was in short supply; they changed to tricycles, but the supply was still in short supply; so they negotiated with the bus station in the city to open a bus delivery, but still could not meet the demand. Customers who want goods.Simply, rent another luggage cart!After discussing with the big flower producers, the matter was settled so simply.It is a rare thing that farmers go to the city to do business and buy monthly tickets!People in Zhengshan Village's head flower business has provoked "People's Daily" to publish articles. Zheng Lilong, now known as the King of Touhua, can't forget that in the early days of Zhengshan Village's first flower business, he personally paid for the construction of a driver's parking lot and dormitory in order to retain the car drivers who came to the city to deliver goods.In winter, he was afraid that the drivers would be cold, so he provided each with an electric blanket; in hot summer, as soon as the driver entered the village, he would deliver iced red dates and green soup. One summer, Zheng Lilong bought 100 red dates alone. How many catties.At that time, I was actually not afraid that the driver who delivered the goods would run away, but that I was afraid that someone else would take away the top flower business in our Zhengshan Village.No, later our production developed, our business grew bigger and bigger, we had our own cars, Murakami also had commercial lines extending in all directions, and the business of touhua spread all over the country and the world... Zheng Lilong was not without emotion. On the streets of Niansanli, I also heard such a story: At that time, there was a woman named Jin Huiming. Her husband heard that there was a kind of iron five-pointed star that was very popular on the streets of Niansanli. In the iron sheet processing factory, naturally there are a lot of leftover materials that are disposed of for nothing every day.Jin Huiming had a heart-to-heart move, and brought back a cart full of iron sheets from relatives overnight, and started working with her husband with a pair of scissors and a ruler.Her husband was born in the military, and he has a special affection for the five-pointed stars. He carefully painted the five-pointed iron stars in red, so each of the gleaming red five-pointed stars appeared in the Ersanli Market.What Jin Huiming didn't expect was that her products were eaten up by people as soon as they went on the market, and they sold for a good price.She went home and told her husband the good news, and the two decided over the top of their hearts: Let's be this red five-star!This work was unstoppable: every morning, Jin Huiming pedaled his car to his relative's iron sheet factory to transport the leftovers home, and started working in the afternoon, until he stopped working at 11 or 12 o'clock in the evening.The next day, Mengmengliang went to sell on the street again. After doing this for a while, she, Jin Huiming, became a professional seller of metal hardware in the market, and local and foreign merchants came to her for goods.So Jin Huiming changed from manual processing to mechanized production, and her red five-stars went all over Jiangsu, Hunan and more than half of China.A few years later, Jin Huiming, who was in the iron sheet business, became a major seller of home appliances in the Yiwu market, and was able to directly produce popular products in his own family factory. It seems like yesterday; 20 years ago, girls in the city suddenly became obsessed with a folding umbrella.Anyone who has a small folding umbrella in a variety of colors is a capital that can show off in front of others.I remember one time I bought one from the Yunnan border for more than 20 yuan and gave it to my girlfriend in Beijing. The girls in her work unit were so jealous after seeing it.But within a few years, there were all kinds of brightly colored small flower cloth folding umbrellas everywhere in the market in mainland China.And it is our Yiwu farmers who have created this beautiful world for the Chinese people. They are the professional umbrella-making households in Jiulian Village who are well-known in Yiwu.The surname of Gong is the majority in Jiulian Village. More than ten years ago, villagers Gong Yimin, Gong Changjin and other Gong brothers saw that urban girls in the southern area like to carry a flower cloth folding umbrella with them, which can be used even in rainy and sunny days, so they went back to the village. It was agreed to set up an umbrella factory.In a few days, the small flower cloth folding umbrellas were sold in the market in Niansanli area, and merchants rushed to get the goods like crazy.So the small umbrella factory became a large umbrella factory, and one factory became five or ten factories.In less than two years, more than half of the more than 80 farmers in the village participated in the processing of folding umbrellas during the slack season.Since the fabric folding umbrellas in Jiulian Village sell well in the market, all the villagers have invested in the umbrella industry since 1994. Even so, their business is still in short supply, because the market needs them more than 5 million umbrellas every year. production volume.Today's Jiulian Village has not only become an umbrella-making base itself, but several surrounding villages have also become their joint ventures.Someone once calculated that the annual market sales of folding umbrellas in China is about 10 million, while 95% of them are produced from Yiwu, and more than 90% of them are produced from Jiulian Village.You see, it is often a small action of Yiwu people that has a revolutionary impact on such a large market in China!Take calico folding umbrellas as an example. A dozen or so years ago, the market for each such small umbrella was around 20 yuan, but now in the Yiwu market, you can buy thousands or tens of thousands of umbrellas for 3 or 4 yuan each.If this is not a revolutionary change, what is it? Don't underestimate Yiwu people's spirit of exchanging chicken feathers for sugar. In the business history books of China and even the world, experts like to describe the legends and performances of yesterday’s micro-businesses and today’s Bijin and Gates-style, but I think that shaking should be added to the future world business history. Yiwu people trade chicken feathers for sugar with rattles and business spirit.In my opinion, the Huizhou merchants who influenced China's feudal economy and Bill and Gates who influenced the world today are worthy of our motto to promote the future market economic revolution. The spirit seems to be more important, and it has Chinese characteristics and China's national conditions. Thousands of people in Yiwu are shaking the rattle one after another, unremittingly exchanging chicken feathers for sugar, and the theoretical value of its market significance is not trivial.It can be regarded as an inherent national spirit of China, and it is also a legacy of the simple and industrious Chinese virtues.To a certain extent, the exchange of chicken feathers for sugar is not only the most primitive way of trading value for human beings, but also a manifestation of professionalism that people are eager to advocate in the real era.There is a simple understanding: Regardless of the fact that we are relatively rich today, since it is when all of us are in financial difficulties, some people can be cheeky to beg for food, or simply take the courage to steal and rob, but few people I am willing to follow the example of the people in Yiwu, picking up shopkeepers, shaking rattle drums, and traveling long distances and long distances during other people's happy festivals; when talking about business, some people will always boast that they will make a lot of money, But I never want to travel hundreds of miles and up the slopes like Yiwu people to rely on chicken feathers for sugar to earn back the two cents of footwork money.After researching the Yiwu Small Commodity Market, many experts often sigh: Why can Yiwu people, who have neither geographical advantages nor industrial characteristics, create miracles that shock the world?There are many arguments from left to right, but none of them hit the point. The reason is that our theorists cannot deeply understand and feel the essential things that Yiwu people have forged in the exchange of chicken feathers for sugar.In a word, if you have never been a rattle drummer, how can you understand the mystery and the joys and sorrows of exchanging chicken feathers for sugar.If you don't understand this point, you can't really figure out what is the internal driving force for the development of Yiwu market. Chicken feather for sugar has profound and boundless commercial mysteries and spiritual essence.Its uniqueness and profundity can only be tasted in the melody of the long-shaking rattle. 对义乌人和义乌市场来说，廿三里是一个特殊而又不可抹去的里程碑，它不仅缔造了拨浪鼓和鸡毛换糖，更重要的是它在新的历史时期为形成义乌中国小商品城奠定了基础。如果我们把义乌农民在20世纪末所进行的伟大实践，看做是中国农民运用邓小平理论在我国社会主义初级阶段所进行的市场经济的成功实践，那么廿三里走过的路则是这种伟大实践的缩影。 廿：三里，当我着意再一次满怀情感迈步在那条百米老街时，我仿佛听到脚下无数块青砖都在隆隆发响。呵，那是千千万万个拨浪鼓手在向苦难的历史告别发出的铿锵步履和向往新生活的嘭嘭心跳声。呵，当我的脚步轻轻移动在那每一块青砖石垒时，分明再一次清晰地感受到那一条条缝隙间流淌的正是义乌人几百年来向命运奋争所付出的成吨成吨的血与泪；而踏步在老街尽头那小桥头的级级台阶时，我分明意识到义乌人在建立社会主义市场经济和奔小康过程中所肩负的沉重…… 我忘不了有人告诉我：在那割尾巴的年代，有一妇女想上街用自己的长辫去换几盒蛤蜊油，途中，一群造反派丧心病狂地抢走了她心爱的长辫后向她扔下一堆唾沫，并骂道：见鬼去吧：臭资产阶级分子！ 我忘不了有人告诉我：当有个农民第一次提着自家的母鸡上街想为新出生的儿子换几块稍稍柔软的尿布时，突然一群打击投机倒把办公室人员将他拉进一间黑屋责问，而胆小的他竟然吓得当场小便失禁…… 我忘不了有人告诉我：那年的一个风雪之夜，有位地富反坏右子女刚把几盘义乌青的糖块和货郎担备好，几个打砸抢分子带着棍棒和手电不由分说地横冲直撞进门，将那副未挪窝的货郎担和青竹做成的拨浪鼓，连同其主人一起砸得皮开肉绽…… 我更忘不了冯爱倩说的：有一次上苏州没有进到货，我就改道到上海，终于费了九牛二虎之力将货进到后，老天下起了大雨。为赶路，我便冒雨挑着担子上火车站。哪知车上人很多，车厢挤得水泄不通。车门进不去，我便想扒窗子。可当时衣服湿，手也湿，车身也湿，我攀着车窗刚往上挣扎，手突然一滑，我的整个身子像小泥袋一样重重地摔在铁轨上，头也摔破了一层皮，疼得怎么也动弹不得。可眼看火车快要开了，我不顾一切地跳起来伸出双手再一次扒住车窗，但我还是勾不住，因为我的手是滑的，车也是滑的，可火车则在隆隆启动，我当时真的眼泪哗哗往外流，就在这时，是车上的好心人伸手将我拉了上去……等火车到了嘉兴，我透过车窗见也是经商在外的我们义乌的楼香云等四个妇女，正在站台上焦急万分地一边嚷边跺着脚，个个全身淋得像落汤鸡。我心头一阵酸痛，忙伸出双手招呼她们。我一手接过她们的货担，手抓住她们的胸前衣襟，拼着全身力气将她们一个个拉进车厢。楼香云她们上气不接下气地倒在车厢内脸色苍白，刚开口就哇的号啕大哭起来，那情景我至今想起便想哭…… 我更忘不了朱关龙说的：那是1985年正月，我同堂弟楼桂贤和楼华明一起到温州进货。由于春节刚过，在温州一时找不到货源，于是我们又回到以往落脚的永嘉一带寻找货源。我们搭乘的是一辆机动三轮车。那三轮车刚开出不到十分钟，突然与迎面驶来的一辆大客车顶头相撞，我当时只听耳边一声巨响，随后是身子翻了个个儿，便不知人事……当我清醒过来，从倒地的车厢爬出时，第一眼便看到的是我的堂弟一动不动地倒在一边，他的嘴上和鼻子边直冒鲜血。坏了，堂弟他死了！我的最初反应就是这个。还有楼华明呢？我转头一看：楼华明正痛苦地呻吟着指指他的腿：快快，我的右腿不行了！我一看，他的脚不多不少，被扭了个180度。我想起了自己曾在部队学过医的，便迅速上前抱住他的腿，来了个扭正动作。老天有眼，还真的成功了1当我再回头时，发现堂弟的身子轻轻地扭动了一下，啊，他还活着！still alive!我悲喜交加地一边告诉楼华明，一边开始上路招呼过路的车子，请他们帮忙搭救我奄奄一息的堂弟。可……可我太失望太痛苦了，从我身边至少驶过了十多辆车子，他们没有一个人愿意搭救我们，我眼看着倒在血泪中的堂弟带着对生命的无限眷恋痛苦地离开了人间。当时我的堂弟年仅25岁，原定正月十五去完婚，可为了生意而被意外的事故就这样永远离我们而去。多少年来，每每想起那一幕，我的心总难平静，因为春节，我求了好多人想把堂弟的遗体运回义乌，却在很长时间里找不到愿意拉尸体的人，我为此伤心了好久好久…… 我更忘不了卢浩说的：我父亲原在国民党军队当过中校教官，1949年在杭州投诚，经过党和政府教育，被留任在人民解放军南京军事院校任教。在极左年代，我父亲阴差阳错后来被打成历史反革命分子，于1965年病逝。他老人家一死了事，而我却从此成了罪人。反革命狗崽子成了我儿时的别名。长大了，没人愿意嫁给我这样的坏蛋，无奈我跟自己的表妹结婚，而这我从没后悔过，然而有人却连生活的权利都要从我这儿剥夺。村上的人可以出去摇拨浪鼓，我却不能，似乎放我一出去就会跑台湾去。十年浩劫结束了，我也由狗崽子变成了与别人一样的可以行使正当权利的公民了。可在最初的开放年份里，一切变化都在非常非常的沉重之中。村上的人都开始经商做小买卖，我学着也捣鼓起来，可刚一动手，背后的枪手就来了。那年，队上分给我1200元的政府征地费。苦了快半辈子的人了，我也想学着大伙的样做起买卖。于是我到杭州边的一个地方进了1200双袜子，下午坐火车回义乌。那时车站上的打击投机倒把的便衣检查人员到处埋伏。我刚把200双一包的袜子从车窗递给妻子，突然几个彪形大汉从我妻子的背后冲上前来，扭住我的妻子胳膊我一看吓坏了，慌忙将头缩回车厢内，随即脱下外衣，又转换7—个座位。我知道不这样做的话，马上就会面临噩运。果不其然，几个便衣检查人员迅速登上车厢，逐一搜査，好在我若无其事地装着与一位乘客聊天，才未被认出。可等检查人员下车时，我摸摸自己的衣襟，早已湿尽了一片——那是冷汗呀！我好怕好怕，怕得不知如何处置：是下车还是怎么着？我心头只有个念头：绝不能让我全家的1200元货物泡汤！就在我不知如何是好的时候，车开了，开到了离义乌的另一个地方，我又急又怕，这时一个好心的乘客帮了我，使我在半途跳车逃下了火车。我终身难忘的那是个再不能黑的夜晚。当我一脚卨一脚低地摸着回到家门时，妻？ 哇的一声哭得差点背过气。她告诉我：来搜家的人刚走十儿分钟……第二天一早，我就被叫到车站候车室一个房子内受审。他们的第一句话就是：把你弃农经商搞资本主义的罪行交侍出来！瞧，那时候做点小买卖有多难！多心悸啊！从4坦白从宽，抗拒从严的小屋子出来后，我的后背就像多长了两只眼睛，时不时地往后要看看有没有人在后面盯着呢。妻子劝我说有什么怕的，咱一没偷二没抢，让我再去街上卖袜。我就是不愿去，她偏让我去。最后我只好去，当我战战兢兢提着一包袜子上到街头刚放下正准备吆喝。我又一下目瞪口呆：几个打击投机倒把人员像铁面包公似的站在了面前……我怕，我真的想如果不是后来党的政策开放，我现在恐怕早已得精神病了，咱义乌人做买卖的开始时期，没有几个不像这样天天是在心惊肉跳的情况下出外摇1拨浪鼓，做小买卖的…… 在我去拨浪鼓故乡的那一天，廿三里镇正在举行一个特殊的表彰会，几十名自动出资捐助政府修路的农民披红戴绿、手持镜框，从崭新的镇政府大楼里走出。当我得知此情况时很想上前采访一下这些无私为公益事业作贡献的农民兄弟。但我始终未上前打扰哪一位，原因是廿三里镇党委女书记告诉我，她这儿的大多数公路都是农民自己集资兴建的。开始我心头有些疙瘩，想是不是这里坑害农民的现象很严重？The female secretary laughed and said that you don't know Yiwu people too well.She said that our Yiwu has done a good job in dealing with the interests of farmers in the whole country, and never harmed the farmers on the issue of interests. It is precisely because the policies and systems have always adhered to the correct direction for so many years that the farmers have truly become rich. .而富裕了的农民今天他们又主动自愿地出钱出力来支持政府搞基础和公益事业。比如像最近镇政府为了进一步加强当地的投资环境，决定修建一条新交通要道，由于政府一下拿不出那么多钱，当农民们知道后，主动组织起来进行捐献，三西多万元没几天就集齐了。女书记自豪地说，在义乌，农民们在做生意上一分一厘会算，但对支持公益事业上也是最大方的，几千元、儿万元甚至几十万、几百万的拿出来不眨一下眼，而且是作为一种荣耀。我相信，因为在去年的那场大洪水过后的捐助活动中，义乌农民的捐款数额在全省是最高的，如果人均计算恐怕在全国农民中也是最多的。有位农民一个人就捐了10万元。 This is Yiwu people.他们的每一次抬手举足都叫人心服口服，都叫人难以置信，然而我们更多的是缺少了解他们每一次举手抬足时所经历的非凡。This is the most important. 廿三里市场后来因为人越来越多，再加上由于受改革开放不断深人的影响，我们义乌的多数出外做小生意的拨浪鼓手，此时已经感到传统的鸡毛换糖远不如直接做其他的生意收益好了，特别是那些经常跑广州、上海方向的人，更感到摇几个月拨浪鼓，不如走两趟广州、上海贩点小商品赚得多。再就感到廿三里毕竟是小镇，离火车站、离县城又远，很不适合做买卖，于是摇了几百年拨浪鼓的义乌人，从此放下鸡毛换糖的活计，把注意力放在了做各类小商品买卖上。在告别廿三里老街的旧市场时，我们小镇上曾经出现了齐山村的一户农民用了两台拖拉机把全家积存的1吨多重鸡毛换糖而赚来的硬币，拉到信用社储蓄。银行为此发动了全体工作人员整整数了五天，才把这两拖拉机的硬币数清，总共是43439元！ 在我临别计三里时，村支书朱有富别有一番感触地向我透露了当地的这一传闻。这个真实的传闻，虽然是在无意间听说的，但它在我心头却占了很大的空间，因为我不止一次在品味拥有吨多重硬币的主人在平时是如何积存它的，而当这些辛辛苦苦积存下来的硬币被满满地装上两台拖拉机上驶向信用社的路上时，其主人该是怎样的一种心态呢？虽然因为时间关系我没能采访到这位存硬币的农民，但从他一家一户所拥有的如此多的硬币以及他最终毫不犹豫地将其存人银行的那一瞬间，我们似乎可以感受到义乌人独特的积财方式和从商的决断行为，那是十分叫人钦佩和深思的。 许多精神是可以学习得到的，而许多精神又是无法学习得到的。义乌过去创造的鸡毛换糖从商方式流传了几百年，使在一方贫瘠土地上繁衍生息的骆氏后代得以传宗接代。今天他们继续和发扬鸡毛换糖的精神，在建立农村市场经济中谱写新的乐章，都具有深刻而不朽宝贵精神财富。 就在被如今的义乌人、视为中国小商品市场莫基者的谢高华书记到任义乌前夕，义乌所在县城的稠城街头便开始了一群群做小买卖的生意人。这中间有上面提到的冯爱倩、何海美、金莲珠等人，他们都是义乌市场的第一代经商者。这些人中间我们不得不提到另一位人物，他便是黄昌根一现今义乌人市场里绝对的大亨。 黄昌根也干过鸡毛换糖的事，而且是廿三里市场上最早的客户之一？但因为黄昌根是地主狗崽子，生产队不发他外出从商的证明，于是他只好在家摇他的拨浪鼓。而正是这种非人性的压：迫使这位具有天才经商经验的农家汉子饱受痛楚。在今天千千万平个义乌经商者中，上一点年岁的都知道和了解黄昌根这个人，为在义乌所有经商者的眼里，早期的黄昌根是受苦最多的一个。他母亲是解放前的地主小老婆——解放后改嫁了还当了好人，所以这解决定了黄昌根要比别人更往下低；他黄昌根多才多艺、聪明超人，因而也就决定了在那些特定年代里他要比别人更多地碰上倒霉的事。那年他实在脚痒也想偷蔚出去鸡毛换糖，可老天不作美，在经过一条山溪时，滂沱的大雨唤来咆哮的山洪，挑着货郎担的黄昌根只觉脚底滑，连人带相掉进了滔滔而去的山洪激流之中.当时他惟有的一个知觉是：此次是死定了。但上帝没有让其过早地结束苦难，一位卖山货的人路过时搭救了他……黄昌根因此认定大难不死，必有后福。可哪来福呀？他听说廿三里市场上能做小买卖，于是手巧心灵的他便在自个家里办起一个小作坊一其实就是在家门前挪出一块空地，做黄泥哨子。这种不用任何本钱的事正好适合他黄昌根做。黄泥哨在当时对小朋友们来说是很受欢迎的一种玩艺，只要有力气和手巧就能制作，经黄昌根十个指头来回掐掐捏捏，一把把小哨子就成了，而且他一天竟能做500个这样的小哨。 快来买啊，一分钱个！黄昌根哪敢在市上把这些泥巴做的小玩艺卖高价，他把自己的劳动与智慧压到了最低点，没想这些小玩艺大受欢迎，毕竟一分钱能买到一样东西，再穷的人也不会在乎这么便宜的买卖。黄昌根呢，回家一点钱，整整五块哪！他想我在家挣工分一天也就几毛钱，这几毛钱与五块钱之间的差异可非同一般呀！黄昌根望着门前的一堆黄泥巴乐得合不拢嘴，而就在这…瞬间，他的心灵深处从此牢牢根植下了要出去做生意的坚定信念。但黄昌根想不到他的生意越兴旺自己的命运就会越倒霉。 地主狗崽子搞资本主义肯定是罪加一等。一天，革命领导小组来了一群人把他的家特别是门前那个制作黄泥哨的家什搅了个翻天，最后留下一句话：你要是洱于，就准备再在批、卜大会上下跪吧！黄昌根心想，下跪的日子太多了，我又不是没跪过，汜要让我瞅着五块钱一天的生意白白闲过去，哪怕是难了。这不，不让狗崽子干了，可左邻右舍的老百姓们闲不住呀。捏黄泥哨的活儿大伙都学会了，可没有人会做那模具。