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Text Chapter 201. [Case 22] A Coin

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    Sister Liang told us that the conditions in her family have never been very good. Apart from this house in the old city, her father had nothing else.  Therefore, when I was a child, I often envied other children for having certain things. Although those things were right in front of me, it was always very difficult for me to get them.  But he was quite sensible and knew the situation at home, so he didn't mention it.  However, since her mother passed away, her father has become more and more concerned about her, and her relationship with her father is actually not bad. There has always been a faint affection between father and daughter.  Her father is not good at expressing himself, but Sister Liang said that she actually understands that everything her father does is to make her life better.  When I was 9 years old, things like piggy banks became popular, and the way many children compared themselves began to be how many coins I had saved.  Originally, this thing was not expensive, so my father bought one for himself at that time.  Sister Liang said that it was her first piggy bank. It looked like a pig. Coins were inserted from the pig's back. But if she wanted to take out the money, she had to give the piggy  Broken.  She said that she had always cherished the little pig, but one day she accidentally knocked over the little pig and smashed it to the ground. She was very sad at the time and looked at the scattered coins on the ground, but she did not dare to talk to her father again.  I wanted one, so I wrapped the broken piggy in a handkerchief and secretly hid it under my father's bed.  Sister Liang told us that she was young at the time, and the house could not be made bigger. There was only one room, so her father used the small square stools in the kitchen as legs, and then bought a cold plate as a bed surface and spread it on top.  Without the mattress pad, it becomes a very simple bed.  Sister Liang said that under the closed window in my father's room, I used to sleep.  But he hid the broken piggy bank under the bed and was discovered by his father not long after.  Of course, the father would not blame himself, but pretended not to see it. Knowing that his daughter was reluctant to throw it away, he also really liked this thing, so on her birthday that year, he bought himself a small birthday cake for the first time.  , and a brand new piggy bank as a gift.  Sister Liang said that it was actually not expensive, but my father knew that I liked it, so he gave it to me as a gift.  When Sister Liang said this, her face showed the feeling of reminiscence and warmth.  She went on to say that the new piggy bank this time was a little different from the one that was broken before, because if you want to take out the money, you don't have to break the whole piggy bank. Instead, there is a plastic stopper under the base, which can be pulled out.  Just remove the plug and you can take out the money inside.  So just like that, she put all the steel coins she had left over from school every day into the piggy bank.  Listening to Sister Liang say this actually evoked some of my childhood memories.  Although Sister Liang is a few years older than Hu Zongren and I, she is still of the same age.  I remember that when I was very young, food stamps were still used to buy food in the factory, but I still haven¡¯t figured out where the food stamps came from.  In short, in that era, many things could be exchanged with notes. Although there were still banknotes circulating in the market, most of the children like us grew up in factories, and the time we were able to run out on the street was actually very short.  If you don¡¯t have enough money, you will naturally lose the opportunity to squander money.  When I started kindergarten, my pocket money was 20 cents a day.  Since I go to school for the children of the factory, it is relatively close and only takes about ten or twenty minutes to walk there. Therefore, the unique geographical advantage has saved me a lot of money on taking the bus.  At that time, every morning when I went to school, I would squat at the glutinous rice dumpling stall at the entrance of the factory and eat two large sandwich glutinous rice balls for only five cents each.  Even if I want to change my taste occasionally, I can buy a meat pancake at the pancake stall in front of the school, and it only costs five cents.  On the way home from school, if I'm hungry, I can eat spicy skewers, which are still five cents. In this way, if I'm not the kind of kid with a big appetite or a glutton, I can save money every day.  Next dime.  I also have a piggy bank, which looks like a big rooster. I think my parents bought this for me because I was born in the year of the rooster.  So I often exchange the dimes I save every day for some coins, and then stuff them into the chicken head through the gap that looks like a craniotomy, and listen to the narrow sound of the steel coin from the chicken neck to the chicken belly.  The tunnel dings loudly, which is the happiest thing for me every day.  However, although my family is not rich, and both parents are workers, compared to Uncle Liang's family, I think it is still much better off.  At least I have my own room and a real bed. If there is no cake on my birthday, I will turn into a dead chicken and collapse in front of my parents to express how pitiful I am.  So when Sister Liang talked about this, I actually resonated with her in my heart.  The coins made of materials I don¡¯t know whether they were nickel or tin in my childhood, 1 cent, 2 cents, and 5 cents were the biggest. These coins have long been lost, but the children gathered in the yard to compare with each other.The pleasure of having the earliest production date on these coins has also disappeared with time.  Sister Liang went on to say that she had been saving money like this for about a year. At that time, she was already 10 years old and considered a little girl.  Girls naturally mature slightly earlier than boys, so when they need more and more money and their father cannot satisfy them every time, there will occasionally be disputes between themselves and their father over things like this.  And there was a little quarrel.  Sister Liang told us that later on, when she needed to buy something, she gradually stopped asking her father for money and secretly took some out of her piggy bank.  But after all, I was still a child and had no ability to make money, so the money in the jar became less and less until it became empty.  It wasn't until one day when my father was cleaning the house that he wanted to pick up Sister Liang's piggy bank and sweep the dust underneath, that he realized that the piggy bank was empty.  Sister Liang said that originally this was not a big deal, after all, the jar contained her own money.  But she didn't expect her father to criticize her because of this incident, and taught her that she should learn to be diligent and frugal from an early age, and not just spend what she has. Don't look at how poor our family is, but her father still saves money just to be able to  Raise you up.  Sister Liang said that she was young at the time and did not listen to her father's earnest education. She just felt that you were criticizing me for spending my own money, so she was very dissatisfied. She had an argument with her father that day and ran out the door.  I went to stay at a classmate's house until very late and came back. When I came back, my father had already gone to bed, and from that day on, I never saw my piggy bank again.  Sister Liang looked at her childhood piggy bank in front of her and reached out to touch it with a look of emotion.  I took the jar from her hand and weighed it in my hand again. If calculated according to the volume of the thing itself, plus its own weight, plus the length of the sound when shaking, I could easily  It is judged that the coins in this jar are actually almost full. There are only a few hundred coins, and the jar will be filled.  It stands to reason that after twenty years of doing this, no matter how much I save, I will never be able to fill up a piggy bank. Moreover, in the end, the coins have become 5 cents and 1 yuan, and I can bring back ten from a trip to the supermarket.  How come there is still room for eight of them?  I told Hu Zongren and Sister Liang my idea. After getting Sister Liang¡¯s consent, we decided to open the piggy bank to see if there was anything else inside besides coins.  Dare not go back to the house, so Sister Liang went to a neighbor's house and borrowed a folding table. After opening it, the three of us gathered around the table. Hu Zongren carefully pulled out the stopper on the base, and then blocked it with one hand.  Coins were running around everywhere, while slowly pouring out all the coins, covering most of the table.  I looked carefully and couldn't find any of the old coins. They had all been replaced by Uncle Liang with 1 yuan coins, not even 5 cents.  A rough calculation shows that the coins on this table are almost 1,000 yuan. Who knows that the piggy bank is quite big.  From the appearance point of view, they are all the same, or it is difficult for me to find any difference among them so densely packed.  So I asked everyone not to touch the coins. I first spread the coins out without overlapping, and then started to use a compass to draw a circle in a clockwise direction and start looking for them on the table.  The coins are metal, and although they are not magnetic themselves, the compass pointer is very sensitive, and there are a lot of coins, so when I was looking for them, I was more or less disturbed.  However, this kind of interference can be completely defeated by my experience. After a few minutes, I quickly found a slightly stronger agile response on the compass that changed very slightly, so I began to narrow the range and move more slowly.  I searched one by one, and soon I found one of them in the pile of coins.  And that one is not a 1 yuan coin at all.  The color is exactly the same as a 1-yuan coin. Unless you are a master at finding faults among everyone, or you have applied Zhenzhuiming eye drops, you will never notice it.  I first touched the coin tentatively with my hand and found that the compass had no reaction, so I boldly picked up the coin and put it in my hand to check.  There is a cross pattern on one of the two sides of this coin, which is very similar to the cross pattern of sickle and hammer on the Soviet flag that I saw in movies before, except that the sickle and hammer were replaced by a stick-like one with one end.  It was a small circle, and the other turned into a pen, just like the two things Lei Zhenzi was holding in the portrait that Hu Zongren and I saw behind the door.  I turned the coin over, and the pattern on the back was a blooming lotus, just like the lotus on the ghost's hand.
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