The announcer in the news was broadcasting: "This morning, the County People's Hospital organized a team of capable personnel, led by Comrade Lu Xinhua, the vice president and director of surgery, to Longguan Township, Qiming District, to carry out medical care and warmth activities in the countryside..."

Mom turned to chat with Zhou Zhi about going to Manzhou. She heard that the sixth sister had brought something to Mr. Yu, so she asked Zhou Zhi to deliver it.

"Goodbye." Zhou Zhi said, "I'm afraid that the old man won't be able to bear the urge to play the vinyl records, so he won't be able to watch TV in that building."

Grandma said: "Then let's go tomorrow. By the way, I want to ask Mr. Yu. It's the Chinese New Year and it's time to change the hanging embroidery samples."

I heard from my father that before the liberation, Lao Yu was the son of a national capitalist in Jiachuan.

However, Aunt Yu had a poor background. When she was six years old, her family sent her to an embroidery room to work as an embroiderer. She later became a maid in the Yu family's needlework.

Later, the state still arranged for Uncle Yu to work in a tobacco company, but his identity changed dramatically.

I heard that it was Mr. Yu’s capitalist father who was in charge, and he and Aunt Yu eventually became husband and wife, and they have been in love for decades.

In my previous life, Zhou Zhi listened to these just to enjoy the excitement. At that time, I only knew that the old man liked listening to operas, symphonies, drinking coffee and smoking hookahs, and he looked lazy.

Anyway, there are a lot of bad things in my body, which are all caused by Aunt Yu’s habit.

Thinking about it now, it is also a family with a story.

However, Uncle Yu is not without merits, he has a kind attitude, or he doesn't care about anything, and he sent his children to Manzhou to work.

Speaking of which, Brother Yu San and Sister Xiao Liu are really the first two children in the Zhou Zhi family building to step out of Jiachuan.

The next morning, my parents went to work, Zhou Zhi took the vinyl records and went downstairs.

"Old man?" Zhou Zhi knocked on the door gently: "Mr. Yu?"

Because of the high wall, the ground floor of the dormitory is darker than the second floor. On the contrary, the back room, which is next to the tax bureau dormitory, is slightly brighter.

Therefore, Uncle Yu's house has an extra small patio than other houses.

Mr. Yu is wearing a black silk jacket, which is also rare in Jiachuan, white socks and black cloth shoes, and is watering flowers in the small patio.

They are all orchids, and they grow very well. Orchids are adapted to such an environment.

"I just made a couple." Mr. Yu recited slowly while watering the flowers: "The house is dark - can be known - Lan Xing - early, the building is low - good to see - Yan Lai - frequent.

Xiao Zhouzhi, Duan Duan, okay?"

Zhou Zhi imitated Mr. Yu's tone: "Coarse tea - light rice - retain - true taste, not bitter - bad mash is not bitter - poor."

"Hey, it's still on!" Mr. Yu's face is smooth and white, with no wrinkles at all. He looks ten or twenty years younger than many of his peers. I think he was also that kind of handsome young man back then. Sange Yu and Xiaoliu

My sister has inherited it from him.

"Old man, please be careful, the moss inside the patio is thick." The patio was full of orchids, and there was only a small passage. It was difficult for Zhou Zhi to go in and help the old man out, so he could only stand on the edge of the patio and stretch out his hand.

"I'm not old enough yet." The old man put down the kettle and came out of the patio: "You're still smart, let me lay the patio with blue bricks, so you won't have to worry about slipping."

"It's just that the light is a bit poor, and the flowers have to be changed from time to time." The old man wiped his hands with the handkerchief on the washstand by the patio: "Only in this way can the rain and dew be absorbed."

"Well, even the fragrance of flowers is smelling in my house."

Now is the time when the orchids are in full bloom, and people upstairs are enjoying the light every week.

"Haha." The old man said with a smile: "Is it better to smell better here?"

"The subtle fragrance is far away, and there is no way to smell it. Besides, there is another one in my house that is better than the old man's."

"where?"

"I have a large family. There is only one person in your family who listens, and five people in my family listen together. Now that the third sister has returned to her hometown, there are four more."

"This is a classy thing. Are you counting heads with me?"

"The Seven Sages in the Bamboo Grove, the Eight Immortals in the Drink, and the Four Appearances of Hairpins and Flowers are not just counting heads."

"How long has it been since you've been here? You're a young man who will reap the benefits after quitting the wind."

"I just came back from Manzhou, and Miss Sixth bought some good things for you."

"Did you just say that you wanted to be a lobbyist for her? Stop it as soon as possible."

"What! I bought it, but... I asked Sister Xiaoliu to give me the money."

"Put it on and listen."

Zhou Zhi came to the record player in the living room, put the record on, put the needle on it, turned on the switch, and the record started spinning leisurely.

As soon as the three big pictures and the four big boards rang out, the old man's eyes lit up: ""Taking the Tiger Mountain by Wisdom"?"

"Five sample plays! Do you think it's easy to get some of these for your boss?"

Tong Xiangling's steel voice sounded in the living room, and the old man slowly sat down on the chair: "It's really a good thing..."

This is a set of vinyl records of modern Peking Opera model operas, which were once sung across the country. Many people of Zhou Zhi’s generation could sing from beginning to end.

But in this year and month, it disappeared for a long time.

It would not be until a few years later that excerpts from "Taking Tiger Mountain by Wisdom" would appear on the Spring Festival Gala again.

Putting aside political factors, these model operas can indeed be regarded as the pinnacle of modern Peking Opera.

"How about I give you another can of shisha?"

"I don't smoke when the orchids are blooming." The old man closed his eyes and waved his hand.

After listening for a while, the old man finally opened his eyes: "Xiao Zhouzhi, thank you."

"I can't afford it, and neither can Miss Sixth Sister." Zhou Zi said with a playful smile, "Old man, just be happy."

"That's all you're going to do today? Then I'm going to evict the guests. Don't delay me from watching the show."

"One more thing, it's time to celebrate the New Year, and grandma said it's time to change your family's embroidery patterns."

"I have to trouble your grandma this time every year..." Mr. Yu sighed: "Forget it, let's just stop thinking about it. After this year, I'm not going to die."

"Old man," Zhou Zhi thought for a moment: "I heard that Aunt Yu used to be a maid in the house?"

"What maid!" The old man was a little angry, and then he said in a dull tone: "Forget about those things about Chen Guzi and rotten sesame seeds. In the end, I was the one who dragged her down..."

"Master, don't be angry." Zhou Zhi quickly explained: "I don't mean to look down on Aunt Yu at all."

"Don't mention whether it's a drag or not, Aunt Yu has never thought about it that way, right?"

"What I mean is that if a person really has a soul in heaven, she would be more willing to let the old man keep this thought of you, right?"

The old man looked at the orchid in the courtyard, and something flashed in his eyes.

"So I think this kind of embroidery has to be hung, not only for myself, but also to enlighten Aunt Yu."

Zhou Zhi thought for a while and added seriously: "I will open my eyes all night long to repay you for not raising my eyebrows in my life."

Mr. Yu closed his eyes again and was silent for a long time: "I thought it was wrong. Go ahead, little Zhouzhi. The embroidery samples are all in the old camphor wood box under the bed in the bedroom."

"Then don't bother me, old man, just listen to the show. Leave the rest to me."

He walked quietly into the old man's bedroom and opened the box.

Inside the box are silks of various colors, embroidered with exquisite patterns.

Grandma is a country master, and she has always been very envious of this kind of exquisite craftsmanship that is authentically inherited from the city.

So every year, I take the initiative to take on this job, sewing the embroidery patterns left by Aunt Yu onto the cloth shell, then stretching it over the bottom board, binding it into a photo frame, and letting Uncle Yu hang it up.

But Zhou Zhi had another mission this time.

There are many old objects in the elm box, probably left behind by Uncle Yu's family back then.

There was a thief in the house that year, and not many things were left behind. Later, Uncle Yu simply put them under his bed.

However, this uncle is not worried about Zhou Zhi, as all the family wealth has been leaked to him.

He was careful and careful, and there were several types of porcelain inside. The base models were Yongzong and Qianlong types, and they were in good condition.

There are also a few pieces that are clearly Hetian jade, as well as a few southern Yunnan red beads, jade snuff bottles and the like.

This thing is not expensive now, but if it happens in another thirty years...

There are also some documents that are quite old, including certificates and certificates from the public-private partnership back then.

Finally, Zhou Zhi found what he wanted, a household registration book in a brown cardboard box.

When I opened it, I saw the family information written by the staff in imitation Song script. The name of the sixth sister was on top.

Wrapping the household registration book with a crane and Ganoderma embroidery pattern, closing the box again and pushing it under the bed, Zhou Zhi came to the living room quietly, took down the previously framed embroidery pattern from the wall, walked to the recliner and whispered softly: "Old man, I chose a picture of Ganoderma lucidum and fairy birds, then I will go back."

Mr. Yu still closed his eyes and only waved his hand to express his understanding.

Zhou Zhi walked out of the door, turned up the stairs, and then quickened his pace.

Why, except for going to Caiba to steal young men on New Year's Eve, this was the first time in his life that he had become a thief, and he had actually been panicking for a long time.

When I got home, I first called Miss Liujie's house, but there was no one there. Then I wanted to call Xiaoliujie's shop. After dialing a few numbers, I thought I couldn't. I finally remembered Zhu Dazhang's pager number and dialed it.

Soon after thinking about the phone, Zhou Zhi picked up the phone: "Hello?"

"Who is looking for me, Zhu Dazhang?"

"I am thoughtful."

"Oh my elbow!" Zhu Dazhang's voice suddenly became louder: "You're going to kill me!"
To be continued...