Since 1983

On October 12, Xu Fei found a small draft in the "People's Daily", more than 100 characters, to the effect that:

"The People's Congress that is being held in Spring City has decided to use Clivia as the city flower, and proposed to develop a 'window sill economy', calling on every family to raise 3 to 5 pots of Clivia."

After he saw the news, he didn't take any action, and he was still an idler in the capital.

This stay lasted for three months, tinkering with antiques and learning relevant knowledge every day. He collected a total of a hundred items and spent more than a thousand, and eighteen of them were of relatively high value.

The smallest is a jadeite button, a set of seven, and the largest is a huanghuali desk with drawers, which just replaced the original broken desk.

Today's small room is already quite impressive, with beech plain board chilong armchairs, a huanghuali table, Wang Zhiyu's pen holder, and a bodhi leaf-shaped incense plate carved with pine flowers and stones from the Daoguang period...

This feeling is called refreshing!

Dazzlingly, it was mid-December, and he felt that the time was almost up. He packed his bags and left the capital gracefully like a chivalrous man descending the mountain.

…………

"Mom, you are really my own mother!"

Touching the thick leaves of Clivia, Xu Fei couldn't help being moved. He urged Zhang Guiqin to take good care of it. His mother was really helpful, and two of the four pots of flowers meant that they were about to bloom.

The flowering period of Clivia grandis is as long as 50 days, mainly in winter and spring, and it will also bloom around New Year's Day and Spring Festival. The time is just right.

"Anyway, it's a potted flower. If you don't tell me, I can still raise it to death?"

Zhang Guiqin got a little fatter, but her waist was still very slender. She brought two plates of stir-fried vegetables to the table, and shouted, "Old Xu, it's time to eat!"

Xu Xiaowen came in from the outside, sat in the main seat as usual, unscrewed half a bottle of white wine. The son came back, happy, but he didn't say anything, just drank.

Old men are like this, after a few cups of wine, their face turns red, and only then can they let go of their nagging.

"You kid also knows that when you come back, you don't see anyone for more than half a year, so you come back and stay for two days and then run away. I know you are busy with training, but if you have nothing to do, write a letter, call the head office, and see what your mother thinks of you... "

Xu Xiaowen patted him on the shoulder, "You kid, hey, have you grown taller?"

"Well, I also think it's a bit high, I can reach 182."

Zhang Guiqin nodded and said with a smile, "Xiao Fei hasn't reached twenty yet, so she's normal in size."

"It's enough for now, and when it grows, it will become Mu Tiezhu, and it will cost money to make clothes."

"What's wrong with Mu Tiezhu, he is still winning glory for the country!"

"That's right, Mu Tiezhu's clothes are made by the country."

The husband and wife chattered, Xu Fei interjected a few words from time to time, and the first meal back home was enjoyable.

After eating for a while, he also asked: "Dad, are you still performing with the uncle?"

"Acting, the market is good now. I have no problem with 800 a month, and I can pass 1000. But your uncle said that he plans to take a rest after the Spring Festival. First, he can't bear it. , and the second is to prepare a new book."

"What new book?"

"Does Xu Liang with white eyebrows know?"

"Is it from "Little Wuyi"?"

"Oh yes, your uncle wants to list Xu Liang alone and compile a new book called "Heroes with White Eyebrows."

oops! ! !

Xu Fei blinked, and hurriedly said, "Then when can I write it?"

"It's so easy for you to publish a new book, but it will take a year and a half."

Xu Liang, first came from Li Fengshan's "Little Five Righteousness" and "Continued Little Five Righteousness" in the late Qing Dynasty. In the period of the Republic of China, there were "Continuing the Little Wuyi" and "Heroes with White Eyebrows".

Based on these works, Shan Tianfang adapted and re-created by herself, and completed the famous "Heroes with White Eyebrows".

Those who don't listen to storytelling may be confused. The big five righteousness, the little five righteousness, the little Qijie, and the little eight righteousness are too confusing, but those who listen to storytelling are naturally clear.

As we all know in "Three Heroes and Five Righteousness", Nan Xia Zhan Zhao, Bei Xia Ouyang Chun, Shuang Xia Ding Zhaolan and Ding Zhaohui (these two are men), and Wu Yi are the five mice trapped in the empty island.

And Xu Liang is the son of Xu Qing, the mountain mouse.

In the 1980s, Shan Tianfang published the storytelling "Heroes with White Eyebrows". In 1988, Inner Mongolia Publishing House published storytelling novels, followed by TV dramas in 1995, and a set of storytelling collections in 1998.

Xu Fei is very impressed with this TV series, Bai Yunrui, Fang Shu'an, deaf and dumb, and that very coquettish song:

"What kind of knife is a knife? A gold thread big ring knife!

What kind of sword is the sword? Close the moon shame lightsaber!

...

What kind of love is it? Beauty loves heroes! Ha ha ha ha! "

Hey, you must laugh at the end, if you don’t laugh, you don’t have a soul.

Xu Fei's thoughts suddenly came to life. The so-called near-water towers first get the moon, and the rabbits eat the grass by the side of the nest. There is a ready-made uncle here. What a great big IP!

…………

After dinner, Xu Fei went to Shan Tianfang's house and returned the three thousand yuan he borrowed. From the beginning to the end, apart from these two men, no third person knew about it.

When he came back, he saw his parents watching the 14-inch black and white TV watching Zhenghuan, the rebroadcast of the TV series "Blood Suspicion" on CCTV.

At her peak, Momoe Yamaguchi had short hair and was youthful.

Zhang Guiqin wiped tears while watching, "Xingzi is so pitiful, so pitiful!"

Xu Xiaowen is also tender and tough, "Yeah, it's so easy to have someone who loves each other, and it's still my own brother."

Xu Fei: "..."

The drama "Blood Clotting" can be said to have inspired Chinese family ethics works. What is terminally ill, your father is not your father, your father is my father, I love you, I love you too, ah, it is impossible for us, we are brother and sister Barabara...

Tsk, it was like this 30 years ago, and it's still like this 30 years later, it hasn't improved at all!

Xu Fei patiently waited until they finished watching, then turned off the TV, and said in the surprised eyes of his parents: "Dad, Mom, let me tell you something."

Um?

The two looked at each other, both very strange, because it was too formal!

Zhang Guiqin saw her eldest son sitting opposite, paused, and said, "Chuncheng is hot now, don't you know that?"

"I've heard that people are crazy, and a pot of flowers costs thousands of dollars."

"It's not a few thousand, it's tens of thousands. After a while, it may be more than a hundred or two hundred thousand!"

Xu Fei emphasized his tone, and said, "So I want to take these potted flowers and go to Spring City to have a try."

"No, you can't do speculative things." Xu Xiaowen directly vetoed it.

"How can this be called speculation? People's Spring City government encourages flower cultivation, and Clivia has become their market flower. This is called normal business behavior."

"If I say no, I won't!"

Xu Xiaowen's concept is more traditional, and he said: "What do you know when you are young, what is commercial behavior? Have you ever done business? I heard that there is a lot of chaos there, and there are people who kill people for a pot of flowers. You go You have to make people die. Besides, this is not a good thing, and making money in a down-to-earth way is called stability."

"Yeah Xiaofei, the water over there is too deep, what can you do when you're so young?" Zhang Guiqin also said.

"..."

Seeing his parents' firm attitude, Xu Fei lowered his head and remained silent for a while, then suddenly said, "A while ago, there was a news about selling t-shirts during the Olympic Games, have you seen it?"

"It's from "China Youth Daily". I have the impression that it's a guy from out of town. His surname is..."

Zhang Guiqin reacted abruptly, looking at her son in disbelief.

"it is me."

boom!

Xu Xiaowen stood up abruptly, his face flushed, "What the hell did you say it was for training, but in the end you gave me this crooked way, I..."

"Dad, it's not a crooked way, and I didn't delay training, I already have a role."

Xu Fei sat down, still explaining calmly.

The old man was angry at first, and then he became surprised, and he was a little confused, especially seeing his steady appearance, his heart was even more complicated.

I have eight or nine hundred a month, your kid has ten thousand a month? ! ! !

"The Olympics is a good opportunity, Clivia is also a good opportunity, I really want to give it a try."

Xu Fei didn't want to hide it, because it couldn't be hidden.

"..."

Xu Xiaowen was dragged to sit down by Zhang Guiqin, and took out the cigarette that he was usually reluctant to smoke, and smoked vigorously.

After an unknown amount of time, Fang said, "I'll go with you."

"Are you two enough? Let's find some more?" Zhang Guiqin worried.

"Who else can I look for? Didn't I hear that a pot of flowers costs tens of thousands? No one can trust this kind of business except my son. I will accompany you!"

Now that Xu Xiaowen made up his mind, his decisive side was revealed.

Zhang Guiqin couldn't say anything, so she muttered a few words to herself, and then asked suddenly: "Hey Xiao Fei, you took back a few potted flowers from thousands of miles last year, didn't you know that they would increase in value?"

"No, how is it possible? I just think it looks pretty." Xu Fei broke into a sweat.

"Oh, I said yes, you are not a fortune teller."

(and in the evening...)