The life of Lao Liu since 1944

I used to like reading and listening to music. Maybe it was because of the space, the songs I had heard, the clothes and books I had seen were like engraved in my heart, very clear. Every word, every stitch and every eye were clear. It would be a pity not to make them out. This is a TV drama world. What if the original authors can't write it? I'll do it myself, Hou Jie thought happily.

Let's learn to write songs, design clothes, pretend to be a plagiarist, live an artist's life, and be a man worthy of Chen Xueru.

It’s no use if you can only sing but can’t write!

It seems that the family I was born into is quite wealthy, so it shouldn't be a problem for me to learn how to write songs. Although it's not appropriate to learn these things at this time, it's my interest.

After seeing the doctor, Hou Jie couldn't resist his curiosity and walked around the house. The layout of the house was a standard courtyard house.

He kept walking back and forth in the yard. The yard was 45 meters long and 32 meters wide, which is about 1440 square meters. According to the information I read online in later generations, this is larger than the average three-courtyard house. There is a courtyard in the old city, and many people in later generations will envy it to death. According to the location and area of ​​this courtyard, you can forget about it without ten small goals.

Not bad, not bad, Hou Jie's mouth was almost stretched to his ears. His mother, who was secretly observing him, rolled her eyes. Her son had been acting a little strange since he hit his head yesterday. If he wasn't her own child, she might have thought he was possessed by evil spirits.

After a while, seeing that he was still not quiet, his mother stopped him and said

"Chunsheng, stop being naughty and be honest. Your dad is in the study grading homework. Can you be quiet?"

"Okay, mother, I understand," said Hou Jie.

I heard the occasional bang, bang of artillery fire. I don't know what the Japanese are doing now, they are always making noises.

Mother Hou said to him with concern, "Chunsheng, the world is not peaceful now, there are wars every day. It's not easy to live, don't go out and run around."

We live on the rent of the shop. Sometimes we get some, sometimes not. Now it is getting less and less. I don't know why. Although we have some savings, we still have to be careful. Safety comes first. Don't cause trouble outside. Otherwise, it will be hard to deal with. Your parents are not that capable of protecting you.

Hou Jie listened to his mother's words, nodded seriously and said: "I know, mother, I will be careful."

"Then I'll go back to my room to read."

"I know. I'll call you after lunch," the mother replied, and then went about her business.

He turned back to the east wing, went to the bed, lay down on it, put his hands on the back of his head, looked up at the ceiling, and thought quietly.

1944 was not a good time. In history, Japan was about to lose the war and was frantically looting supplies, including a large amount of gold, silver, jade, antiques, books, food, various minerals, etc. Many things were so frustrating that you couldn't buy them back in the future.

It should be similar here. I must do something, I can't just stand there and watch. The damn Japanese have done so many bad things, I can't let them get away with it, otherwise I won't be able to think straight. I can use the space to secretly move all these things away, I can't let them plunder and transport them away so smoothly.

Hou Jie thought about it again and again and made up his mind. He had to do it and make the most of it. He must not let the Japanese get away with it for nothing.

He got up from the bed, went to his desk, picked up a pen and paper, sat down and began to plan in detail.

First, I am young and I am still in school. My family said that for safety reasons, I had to stay at home once a month, so I persuaded my parents to agree. I asked for leave from school, saying that my grandfather was sick and I had to take a month off. Fortunately, I am one year older than Chen Xueru and one grade higher. The little girl is very smart and has excellent grades in school. I have to be careful not to let her notice anything. Fortunately, the original owner was a mischievous person, so the little girl ignored me, and the chance of being discovered was greatly reduced. Then I bribed the friends around me, and my classmates were safe. I will think of a way later.

Second, rabbits don't eat grass near their nests, so you can't do it near your home. It's easy to have accidents.

Choose a location, Tianjin, Lushun, Fengtian, Qingdao, the Japanese army's Niangziguan and other railway hubs, etc. It can't be too far, you must go back and forth once a month, otherwise you will be exposed. You can reach your destination by train, car, ship, borrowing space, hiding or hiding in space.

……

After finishing the plan, Hou Jie lay down on the bed and gradually fell asleep.

The next day

pop

Bang bang bang—

Who is it?

This early in the morning.

Can't let people sleep well?

I'll get up in a minute.

The next day, early in the morning

The sky is just getting bright

Hou Jie heard a knock on the door

Bang Bang Bang

Those who make noises make people feel sad.

The moment he opened the door, he felt a hand on his ear, and the hand pinched his ear and pulled it hard.

"Sleep, sleep, sleep, you little rascal, all you do is sleep."

"Hurry up and clean up, we have to eat and go to school."

When I came to my senses, I remembered that I had traveled through time and space and was still a child. My parents controlled everything and I had no freedom.

Mother had already prepared the meal and sat down at the table. The food was simple: a few steamed buns with whole grains, a plate of pickles, and a plate of stir-fried vegetables.

I smacked my lips, but there was still no meat. In the later generations, I ate fish and meat every day, but I didn’t feel anything. I disliked the fat meat and only ate lean meat. Now that I’m done with it, I’m really not used to it. I kind of miss the delicacies of the later generations.

After breakfast, his mother packed his schoolbag and rushed him to his father.

'Son, it's time to go to school today. You didn't go to see the doctor yesterday, so you can't be late today. Your dad will take you to school later.'

"I know, mother." Hou Jie replied, "My father is now the boss of the family. He doesn't care about anything. It's another day I envy my father."

Looking at my small body, when can I live like this?

I walked out the door and followed my father. The streets were still bustling. For example, a few strong men who looked like gang members walked into a shop cordially, followed by a burst of tinkling music, and soon a shopkeeper with dark circles under his eyes and swollen cheeks bowed and sent them out with a farewell speech. He was as polite and nice-speaking as the waiters in later generations. I liked it very much.

Another example is a young man standing behind the person in front of him, enthusiastically putting his wallet into his pocket, fearing that he would drop his wallet, so he kindly kept it for her. What a wonderful world.

Walk out of the alley, turn left and pass two alleys. After about 20 minutes, you will arrive at the door of a building. Looking up, there is a plaque with the words "Zhengyang Street Middle School" written on it.

"Is this my school?" I asked my father with a puzzled look on my face, and my father nodded.

And patiently told him

'You are in the second grade of the senior primary school, class two. Next year you will go to junior high school. See? It's the third floor of the building in front.

There is an age sign at the door of the classroom. Go in and find Ma Yong. You and he are the only ones in our alley who go to school here. There are very few girls who go to school. Nowadays, boys and girls have separate schools. There are special schools for girls. It is not easy to go to school. Poor families cannot afford to go to school. It is only in the old city, which is the capital, that there are so many schools.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, a junior high school student could become a cadre, which shows how scarce the number of students was. There were too many illiterate people, and the situation was improved only after the state organized a campaign to eliminate illiteracy.

He is your childhood friend and deskmate. If you have any questions, ask him. This kid is a good person, kind and responsible. That day when you fell from the tree, a fat black boy next to you helped you up. Otherwise, whether you can survive or not is another matter. You must remember the kindness of others, and you must repay this favor. Remember? .

"Remember, father. Don't worry!"

"Chunsheng, study hard in school. I will check your homework when you get home. Don't forget, I am a Chinese teacher in a technical secondary school."

Hou Jie quickly pricked up his ears and listened carefully, fearing that he would forget.

"I'm awake. Please be careful on the road. I'm fine."

He said goodbye to his father, took a deep breath, and strode in.

The father saw his son walk into the school. After waiting for a while, he saw his son enter the building. He felt relieved and turned to walk towards his school.