Future Stamps and Coins Diary

Chapter 62: Like a Dream

Yuedong County, the gateway to eastern Guangdong, is one of the famous ports in the Soviet area.

Although as a part of Guangdong, poverty and ignorance have always been labels that are difficult to get rid of, here Mazu's words are absolutely as effective as those of God and Buddha.

After half a day of bumpy ride, it was already midnight when we set foot on this familiar land again.

Motor tricycles swarmed in, and in the midst of the tired crowd, Lu Feng, speaking with a standard local accent, lowered the price to a reasonable 20 yuan.

The village where my family lives is less than three kilometers away from the county town, and taxis are more expensive than those in the provincial capital. But there is nothing we can do about it, that's how the market is.

Since childhood, Lu Feng has always found it difficult to understand how the prices in a small county town can be almost the same as those in the provincial capital.

Get off the bus and pay. Lv Feng, who was carrying a domestic Swiss Army backpack, looked at the dark building in front of him and quickened his pace.

I had originally planned to come back tomorrow, but I ended up coming back a night earlier, so my parents had naturally gone to bed.

Soon they arrived in front of a two-story building, Lu Feng dialed the phone, and the lights came on.

Seeing his father walking downstairs shivering in his coat, Lu Feng felt a little guilty, especially when he saw his expressionless face. Lu Feng felt that surprises might be a luxury for this man.

Fortunately, my mother had already gotten dressed and stood up, taking out the toiletries she had prepared in advance, and even used an old-fashioned electric kettle to boil hot water for washing.

This alone took me half an hour.

By the time Lu Feng walked up the wooden stairs and lay down in the room, it was already 1:50 in the morning.

Next door, my father was already snoring heavily.

Lu Feng didn't dare to speak loudly for fear of disturbing him, because he knew very well that in more than three hours, he would have to get up early to catch the white shrimps that were released in the fall before the morning market, in order to exchange them for the expenses for seven consecutive days of the Chinese New Year this year.

Since Lu Feng could remember, his father's life was like the old clock on the wall, heavy and old, and only precision was the core that maintained its value.

When the sun rose at noon the next day, Lu Feng subconsciously touched the head of the bed and sat up reflexively. It was not until he saw the sunlight coming in from outside that he realized that he had left the handshake building in the urban village and returned to his room.

A small building with only 30 square meters on one floor should have been eliminated long ago, just like a pendulum clock.

Reinforced concrete structures and tiled floors are the current mainstream.

"Why didn't Dad call me to get up?" Lu Feng went downstairs and saw his mother sitting on a low stool. From the net under her feet, it could be seen that she had been sitting there for at least two hours.

My mother is in her early forties. The only characteristic of her is that she is thin. Also, due to the habit of carrying loads on shoulder, she arrives early and has a hunched back.

"He said he could do it by himself and wanted you to sleep more." The mother's attention finally shifted from the tools in her hands to her son. "Well, it's white. There's a little meat, too. The porridge is in the pot, with fish and your favorite salty tofu."

Her attention to her son was limited to just a dozen seconds. Lv Feng had long been accustomed to this, so he went about making breakfast and washing the dishes.

Everything is in perfect order.

"Your brother Hui has been back for several days. Yesterday he asked me whether you had come back or not. Your father asked you to eat breakfast and go to your uncle's house to sit for a while first." said his father.

There are many rules in the village, and seniority is very important. Since my grandfather passed away, my uncle has become the oldest elder in the family. Every time he comes back from going out, he has to visit his uncle first.

"No! You know I never like going to their house. Every time I go, they always talk about how great and good Brother Hui is, and how naughty and useless I am. My ears are covered with calluses." Lu Feng sat next to them and complained, "In their eyes, our family can never compare to them. Dad doesn't make as much money as uncle, you are not as eloquent as Am, and I am not as good as Brother Hui in study, life and work."

"Let them talk. You are an adult, and you still care about these things." said the mother.

Lu Feng doesn't think so.

"How can I not care? They came to my house and beat and scolded my dad for a little thing. What kind of brothers are they? I will remember them forever."

The mother was helpless, knowing that she could no longer persuade her son since he started middle school. Lu Feng hadn't visited there for five or six years. "No matter what, they are all family. And your brother Hui came back this time with his girlfriend, maybe they will get married soon."

"Didn't he just graduate? He's getting married so soon?" Lu Feng gossiped.

Logically, Lu Hui is only 21 this year, oh no, he will be 22 soon.

"You are the only one who is always so careless. Some of my friends already have grandchildren." The mother complained.

In rural areas, early marriage is a normal phenomenon, especially for those who did not get into college. Basically, they will solve the marriage issue within one or two years after graduating from high school. Those with stronger abilities will already have an idea of ​​their marriage in their second or third year of high school.

People like Lu Feng who shout "Long Live Singleness" are definitely a minority.

"Haha, then I can't go even more. Lu Hui brings a girlfriend back and I don't, so won't I be used as a stepping stone again?" Lu Feng is self-aware.

"How could that be? Your mom just told me yesterday that she found a girl for you and is waiting for you to come back and take her out to play together."

"Forget it. I'd rather be single all my life than wait for her to introduce me to someone." Lu Feng crossed his legs and changed into the high school uniform pants he had at home, and simply put on a white T-shirt and baseball jacket.

It feels like going back to high school again!
The sunlight shone through the window glass onto the mother's body, but there was no sacred glow or anything like that. Lu Feng had seen many scenes like this since he was a child, and he had always only seen tiny flying dust particles that were easily annihilated.

If the white canvas bag had not been still firmly hanging on the iron nail, Lu Feng would have almost doubted whether the ups and downs of stamps, coins and cards during his more than half a year trip to Guangzhou were just a dream in winter.

Is he the real him, the one who is lazy and has accomplished nothing, or the one who is worth tens of millions, manages more than 20 collection exhibition halls, and pays wages of over a million?

Lu Feng was a little dazed. He turned on the TV he bought two years ago and found that he couldn't watch the current programs.

At the door, the voice of Second-Hand Haojue sounded.

"Didn't you go to your uncle's house?" The muddy father Lu Xiangnan saw his son still at home, leaning on the fake mahogany double sofa watching TV, and asked before he even entered the door.

"No!" Lu Feng said simply and directly. Knowing that he had long been accustomed to his willfulness, he changed the subject and asked, "How is it? How many did you catch?"

"It's not going well this year. I estimate that by the 30th, we can get six or seven dan." (A dan is a basket, which is equivalent to about 100 kilograms of white shrimp)
"That's really not possible. Last year we had eleven loads." Lu Feng is considered a semi-expert in this. Before he went out to work, this job was his during every holiday.

Last year he did increase his income by 18 dan, earning nearly yuan in half a year. He clearly remembered that the average selling price at that time was yuan per jin.

"There's nothing we can do. The weather is bad this year. Not only has the price dropped, but the price of feed has been rising year by year." As he spoke, he had already taken off his waders and changed into the military green work clothes he had used for several years. He stood in front of a plastic mirror and tried hard to clear away the debris from the solidified mud and water above his head.

There, it's already somewhat sparse.

"Just now at the intersection I saw your mother going to the market. Tell her you are back. You still have to go." Lu Xiangnan brought the question back.

Lu Feng complained: "Next time, don't meddle in other people's business unless I agree."

"Well, after going out, I haven't improved my social skills." Lu Xiangnan said, striding over, sitting across the table from his son, and lighting a cigarette skillfully, "After all, they are helping you to matchmake."

"What the hell, with her vision and circle, is she going to give me some crooked melons and jujubes again?"

"The most important thing for a girl is to be able to work, give birth to a boy, and take care of her husband and children. Why does she need to be so pretty? Besides, given our family conditions, do you really want to find a young lady?"

"If you keep saying this, I'm going to find someone to play basketball with." Lu Feng threatened.

Sure enough, this trick worked best on Lu Xiangnan. Upon hearing this, he immediately shut up and smoked silently.

"Beep, beep..." The landline phone rang, and Lu Xiangnan picked it up. "Yeah, he's next to me..."

He directly handed the phone to Lu Feng, "Your elder brother."

(End of this chapter)