Siheyuan Back to the 1950s

"It's holiday! It's holiday!"

A group of children were running and shouting, with happy smiles on their faces.

Today, all the children in the courtyard have a day off. The whole courtyard is like a vegetable market, bustling with people.

Front yard, Sun Zheng country.

Sun Zhengguo is working hard to translate some documents and materials, hoping to complete them all before the Chinese New Year.

The door was suddenly pushed open, but Sun Zhengguo didn't even raise his head and continued with what he was doing.

The person who entered the room was Sun Zhengan. Seeing that Sun Zhengguo didn't even raise his head, he hesitated for a moment and then spoke.

"Brother, I'm busy again. I want to discuss something with you."

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Sun Zhengguo said as he wrote.

"Then I told you, you can't be angry! The 'hush money' you promised me when you bought silver dollars a while ago, does it still count?"

Sun Zhengan was hesitant and his words were obviously lacking in confidence.

After listening to his brother's words, Sun Zhengguo stopped writing, looked at Sun Zhengan, smiled, and then said.

"What I said is true. Tell me, what do you like?"

"I like a pure wool scarf, but I'm a little short of money. I'm still short of 2 yuan. Look..."

After Sun Zhengan finished speaking, he rubbed his fingers together and imitated the action of counting money.

"Don't you have a scarf? Didn't mom buy you a new scarf when winter just arrived? Why do you need another one?"

Sun Zhengguo asked in confusion.

“That, that, that…”

Seeing Sun Zhengan hesitating and unable to explain himself, with his face blushing, it seemed that his younger brother also had his own little secret.

"I'll pay for it, but you have to tell me why you bought this scarf."

Sun Zhengan understood that if he didn't explain the matter clearly today, Sun Zhengguo would not give him the money. It would be a stab wound if he stuck his head out, and it would be a stab wound if he withdrew his head. It would be better to tell the truth.

Next, Sun Zhengan told Sun Zhengguo the whole story.

It turned out that some time ago, when Sun Zhengan had his birthday, a female classmate gave him a pen. Now that this female classmate also had her birthday, Sun Zhengan prepared to give her a scarf as a return gift.

After listening to his brother's description, Sun Zhengguo exclaimed in his heart, "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, brother, how old are you this year?"

When Sun Zhengan saw his brother's shocked expression, he knew that his brother had misunderstood, and he vowed that this was a pure friendship between classmates.

Sun Zhengguo said, I don't believe you, pure friendship, what kind of era is this? It's an era where holding hands between men and women is considered hooliganism. If both parties don't have a good impression of each other, how can they give each other gifts?

In the end, Sun Zhengguo gave his brother the money and reminded him, "You are still young and you can't control it. Your main task now is to study."

As for how much Sun Zhengan listened to, only God knows.

Sun Zhengguo did not pay too much attention to this little interesting thing in life. After all, his younger brother had grown up. He would be 15 years old after the Chinese New Year and had his own ideas.

After this incident, Sun Zhengguo continued to work hard and finally completed all the translations before the New Year.

The atmosphere of the New Year is getting stronger and stronger, and the streets and alleys are filled with laughter and festive colors. People are busy buying New Year's goods, cleaning houses, pasting window decorations, and hanging lanterns to welcome the arrival of the New Year.

Sun Dajiang's family was no exception. The two brothers Sun Zhengguo were busy writing couplets, Sun Zhenghong was cutting window flowers, and Sun Dajiang and his wife were preparing the New Year's Eve dinner.

When night fell, Sun Dajiang's family was happily eating the New Year's Eve dinner together.

After the meal, the three siblings wished Sun Dajiang and his wife a happy new year. After receiving red envelopes, they stayed up together to celebrate the New Year.

Early the next morning, the first day of the new year, every household celebrated the new year in various ways. It was very lively. The next few days were spent visiting relatives and friends.

The Chinese New Year is not over until factories start operating, workers go to work, schools open, and children go to school.

…………

A month later.

"Dajiang, there is a meeting at 7 o'clock tonight, be there on time."

In the front yard, Yan Bugui was notifying Sun Dajiang.

"Okay, Uncle San, I got it. I'll be there on time in the evening."

After seeing Sun Dajiang agreed, Yan Bugui went to notify the next family.

"Da Jiang, what's the matter with the meeting tonight?"

Lin Wencui asked.

"I didn't ask. No matter what it is, it's important to go to work now."

After Sun Dajiang finished speaking, he packed up and prepared to go to work.

In fact, Sun Zhengguo already knew in his mind that it was probably about the issuance of the second set of RMB. He did not care too much about it, as he would find out after returning to the meeting in the evening.

After thinking about all this, I pushed the bike and prepared to take my younger brothers and sisters to school.

At night, 7 o'clock, in the central courtyard of the quadrangle.

Seeing that everyone was present, Yi Zhonghai coughed. Liu Haizhong, as a qualified supporting actor, immediately got into the mood, followed suit, coughed too, and began the performance.

"An Jing, today's meeting is held to convey a national policy. Everyone should know that the money we use now has a large denomination, often tens of thousands, which is very inconvenient. For this reason, the country has launched a new version of the RMB to solve this problem. In order to facilitate circulation, please go to the bank to exchange it as soon as possible. ..."

Before Liu Haizhong could finish his words, the people below started talking, saying all kinds of things.

Liu Haizhong could only stop and let everyone digest the content.

"Second uncle, how do I change this specifically?"

Wang Jianjun in the backyard suddenly asked. Of course, most people wanted to know this question.

"The street office notified us that 1 yuan would be exchanged for 1 yuan."

As soon as Liu Haizhong finished speaking, he heard a loud "boom" from the crowd below, and everyone was stunned.

"1 for 1 yuan, can you imagine how much money that 10 yuan can be exchanged for? No, no, I have never been to school, I can't do the math."

Yi Zhonghai saw that things were getting chaotic, so he quickly stood up and spoke loudly.

"Everyone, stop arguing and listen to me."

Yi Zhonghai continued speaking only after everyone was quiet.

"Although it is 1 for 1 yuan, the value is the same. For example, if you bought a chicken before, it would cost 1 yuan, but now it only costs 1 yuan. So don't panic, go to the bank to exchange it as soon as possible, otherwise after a while, this old money will be useless and become a pile of waste paper."

After hearing what Yi Zhonghai said, the people below became quiet. It was not their fault. It was really because of the gold yuan coupons issued during the Kuomintang period that scared people. I'm afraid everyone present has experienced this and was ripped off too harshly.

Seeing that no one had any questions, Yan Bugui said a few more words to show his presence, and then announced the adjournment of the meeting.

On the way home, Sun Dajiang asked about Sun Zhengguo.

"Son, how much money do you have now? Do you need dad to exchange it for you?"

"Dad, I used a little bit some time ago, and now I have about 8 million left. I'll find time to change it myself."

Sun Zhengguo did not lie and answered his father truthfully.

"Well! Dad doesn't care what you buy, as long as you know the number. You should change it when you have time!"

The father and son chatted as they walked, and soon they arrived home.

Before going to bed at night, Sun Zhengguo thought of another question: this first set of RMB will be quite valuable in the future, so should he keep some?

Sun Zhengguo thought for a long time and finally decided to pick a few newer sets and replace the rest.

As he was thinking, Sun Zhengguo fell asleep!