Yi Xuexi could not help but start to think.
For the current him, buying books was still too expensive, especially for English textbooks that were rare on the market. The price was ridiculously high.
He only had six yuan in his pocket money, which was not enough to buy two books. Even if Yi Zhonghai and Aunt Yi supported him and gave him money to buy books, Yi Xuexi was too embarrassed to ask Aunt Yi for money all day long.
Although Yi Zhonghai's salary was the highest in the entire academy, with a monthly allowance of more than 90 yuan plus overtime pay, his family of three and the old lady in the backyard depended on this money for food.
Before the New Year, Aunt Yi had gone to see an old Chinese doctor to ask if she could cure her old illness of being afraid of the cold. According to the old Chinese doctor, it could be cured, but it was an old illness after all. If she wanted to cure it, she had to take at least 200 yuan of Chinese medicine.
In the end, Aunt Yi was not willing to spend money and just delayed this matter.
Yi Xuexue naturally knew that his family was living a tough life. He was already happy enough to be able to eat a piece of milk candy a day. If he spent money to buy English textbooks, he really couldn't open his mouth.
However, if it was possible, he could think of a way to go to the library in Beijing. After all, he was not a collector who had to buy books. The most important thing to him was actually the knowledge in the books.
Moreover, as long as he borrowed the book, he could copy it down. That way, the book would be his.
Yi Xuexi immediately told Aunt Yi who was sitting on the edge of the Kang.
"Mom, I'm almost done reading these books.”
Aunt Yi, who was taking off her cotton jacket, looked up and smiled kindly. Of course, she knew that Yi Xuexi had finished reading the book. Although she did not know what book Yi Xuexi was reading, she could still barely distinguish which book was which.
She had watched Yi Xuexue read the books one by one, then read them a second time, and then a third time.
"Yes, we'll buy more after we're done. When your dad comes back later, I'll give you two some money to go to the business bookstore again.”
Aunt Yi took out two ten-yuan notes from her pocket. The last time she bought a book, she spent thirteen yuan. This time, she wanted to buy more. Although her family was not rich, she could still afford to buy books.
Although Yi Zhonghai was called by the maintenance team to help again today, he had to undergo a major repair before the new year. Therefore, before he left in the morning, Yi Zhonghai said that he would be back by noon.
"No need, Mom. I've made up my mind. I won't buy books from now on. I'll go to the library to borrow books. Isn't the drum tower behind our alley? That's the library in our district.”
After staying in Nanluoguxiang for a few years, Yi Xuexi was already familiar with the geography of Nanluoguxiang.
Nanluogu Alley was actually just an alley that was more than 700 meters long. It was north-south. The north side was Gulou, which was what everyone often called the back, while the south side was Di 'an Gate, which was what everyone often called the front.
"Go to the library. Didn't your dad say that the books in the library weren't good?”
Aunt Yi was a little puzzled.
In fact, a few years ago, the library was not bad. Even Yi Zhonghai himself liked to go to the library when he had nothing to do.
However, with the rise of the trend, those who loved books in the past no longer went to the library. In the end, the books in the library were scribbled by many people. There were even many people who wrote obscene words on them, as if they were very capable.
Otherwise, Yi Zhonghai wouldn't have brought Yi Xuexi to the bookstore when he wanted to buy books. He was afraid that the books in the library would dirty Yi Xuexi's eyes.
"It's okay, Mom. I'm going to borrow English books this time, but those people are borrowing novels.”
Yi Xuexi promised.
Of course, he knew a little about the situation in the library, so he also knew that there would be scribbles on the trees. Most of them were uncultured. At most, they would read novels. As for professional books like English textbooks, they would not care at all.
"Since you're willing to go, let your father bring you there when he comes back.”
Aunt Yi thought about it and felt that it was right, so she agreed on Yi Zhonghai's behalf for the time being. When she returned home in the afternoon, Aunt Yi told Yi Zhonghai about it.
"I think he's right. He borrowed a foreign language book this time. There aren't many people in Beijing who can understand it, so there shouldn't be many who have been lent out. Why don't you bring him over to take a look later?”
There was another reason why Aunt Yi agreed. It was because they were very close.
If he went to the bookstore, he would have to borrow a bicycle from Yan Bugui. However, there was no need to go to the library. It was just a few steps away.
"Alright, I'll bring Xuexi over to take a look after dinner.”
Yi Zhonghai nodded in agreement.
The reason why he agreed so readily was not only because of Aunt Yi, but also because the people in Beijing had started to cut the queue. Previously, those people had messed up the books in the library. Now that they had left, the library would naturally be peaceful.
If those people had not left, Yi Zhonghai would never have agreed to let Yi Xuexi go to the library. Those people were not good people. It could even be said that the reason why the trend was so big was that those people stayed in the city all day with nothing to do.
The only pity was that although they had left, the wind had already risen. Now, in the rolling mill, no one was talking about Manager Xu anymore. Instead, everyone was talking about Director Li.
After dinner, Yi Zhonghai put on his coat and took out his library card. He then dragged Yi Zhonghai out of the house.
When he left, Yi Xuexi saw Silly Zhu and Qin Huairu looking for Qin Jingru anxiously. Unfortunately, Qin Jingru was probably eating hotpot and singing in a restaurant. How could they find her?
After leaving the courtyard and walking north for a few minutes, the father and son arrived at the library.
This library was one of the district libraries. It was considered one of the largest libraries in Beijing besides the city library and the national library. Previously, this place seemed to be some headquarters, but now it had been cleaned up. Although there were all kinds of slogans on the wall, it was much better than before.
After entering the library, Yi Zhonghai brought Yi Xuexi to the foreign language section. Looking at the dozens of books on the shelves, Yi Xuexi was a little dazzled. If he had known that there were so many books here, he would not have gone to the business bookstore.
Yi Zhonghai took out an old book from the shelf and looked at it. He found that there were no signs of scribbling on it. It was obvious that novels were the favorite of those people. As for this kind of foreign language book, they couldn't even understand it, so why would they take the initiative to borrow it?
After making sure that there was nothing in the books, Yi Zhonghai was relieved. He began to let Yi Xuexi pick the books he liked. As for the books that Yi Xuexi could not reach, he would have to trouble Yi Zhonghai.
After looking around for a long time, Yi Xuexi finally picked out a book from the shelves. It was Cervantes 'classic novel, Don Quijote.
Since Yi Xuexi wanted to copy Marquez's " One Hundred Years of Solitude," then Juan Ruerfu, who was known as the troika of South American literature, had no need to understand. His " Pedro Balamo " could be said to have deeply inspired Marquez, and Juan Ruerfu was deeply influenced by Borges, who admired Cervantes.
Cervantes, Borges, Juan Ruerf, Marquez, this was an extremely clear line of literary inheritance.
This was the context that everyone often talked about.
The context was not a family, nor was it a writing technique, but a kind of inheritance.
Now that there was no Juan Ruerf or Borges in this world, Yi could only learn from Cervantes. As long as he could understand the technique Cervantes used in Don Quijote, he would be one step closer to One Hundred Years of Solitude.
After choosing this book, Yi Xuexi went to the teaching materials section and chose the basic English teaching materials. This took Yi Xuexi a long time. There was no English rating test yet, so even Yi Xuexi did not know how good his English was.
Even if he remembered some of the basics of the future, it was just the basics of the basics. Ever since he graduated, he had never used English again.
In order to better know which books were suitable for him, Yi Xuexue could only open the books one by one and see if he could understand the contents.
If he could understand most of it, it meant that the book was useless to him. If he couldn't understand it, it would be useful to him. He needed to take it home and study it carefully.
After a busy afternoon in the library, Yi Zhonghai and Yi Xuexi were already holding a few books in their hands.
Seeing that it was getting late, the father and son went to the borrowing desk to fill in the borrowing form, then carried the books home.
On the way, Yi Xuexue was very happy. There were so many books, enough for him to read for more than two months. More importantly, he entered the library for the first time and borrowed books from the library. This meant that from now on, he no longer had to give his pocket money to the business bookstore. Instead, he could use his pocket money to buy some exercise books.
Although he was good at writing with a hard pen and a brush, his English was a little bad. At least, he could not write beautifully yet, nor had he formed his own style. If he had enough exercise books, he might be able to greatly improve his English writing level.
Looking at the happy Yi Xuexi, Yi Zhonghai smiled.
Although the atmosphere in the factory was getting tighter by the day, with Yi Xuexi around, he was full of hope for the rest of his life.
As soon as they entered the courtyard, the father and son saw Silly Zhu holding a piece of wood and wanting to smash Yan Bugui's door.
"Silly Zhu!"
Yi Zhonghai quickly shouted.
Although he rarely spoke to Silly Zhu now, he was still a member of this courtyard. If he really injured Yan Bugui, he would not just be locked up for seven days.
To put it bluntly, he would be sentenced. Once he was sentenced, the people from the street office would take back the house. At that time, Silly Zhu would be homeless.
After stopping Shazhu, Yi Zhonghai passed the book in his hand to Yi Xuexi and asked him to hurry back to the house to wait.
As for himself, he reached out and snatched the wooden stick from Shazhu's hand. This was the wooden stick that was used to lean against the courtyard's door. It was not light. If he smashed it on the head, he might die.
"Silly Zhu, what are you planning to do? How did your Third Uncle offend you? The incident with Teacher Ran is already in the past. Your Third Uncle shouldn't have warned the police to deal with it strictly, but you're also to blame for this.”
Yi Zhonghai was really angry this time. If he had not stopped Silly Zhu, she would have attacked him.
Even though Yanbugui liked to scheme normally, but now that the conditions were so harsh, who wouldn't scheme? Furthermore, Yanbugui was the third master of the courtyard. No matter how much he was wronged, Silly Zhu had to tell them first.
"What am I doing? Ask Yan Bugui what he did today. Qin Jingru came to go on a blind date with me today, but Yan Bugui actually chased her away. He has a wife and several children, and he's just waiting to have grandchildren. Of course he's not in a hurry, but I'm.”
Silly Zhu was also furious when he talked about this.
He had thought that today's matter had been settled, but in the end, Qin Jingru left after leaving a letter. She didn't say anything and rode her bicycle back. After thinking about it, it must be that Yan Jiefang's father, Yan Bugui, had set up a trap for him.
It was his fault for stealing the bicycle wheels previously, and he had admitted it. Moreover, he had been detained in the detention center for seven days because of this matter. Why didn't Yan Bugui let him off? This was endless.
As he spoke, Yan Bugui heard the noise outside. As soon as he stepped out of the house, he saw the wooden stick in Yi Zhonghai's hand. He could not help but feel his scalp tingle. Everyone in the Siheyuan knew that Silly Zhu was an idiot.
"Silly Zhu, what are you trying to do?”
Coincidentally, Qin Huairu ran over as well. Of course, she was on Silly Zhu's side.
"Third Uncle, look at what you're saying. Silly Zhu just wanted to ask about the letter that Liberation gave me just now.”
"A letter. It wasn't given to me by a child outside. I didn't even look at it and let Liberation send it over.”
This kind of thing had happened too often in the past. Since Yan Bugui lived in the front yard, he would definitely have to help keep an eye on the letters of some people in the yard. Otherwise, he would miss it if there was no one at home.
"Ah?"
Silly Zhu also understood that he had misunderstood Yan Bugui this time.
"Ah what, toad?"
Since Yan Bugui was in the right this time, he naturally wouldn't take Silly Zhu to heart.
"What do you want me to praise you for?"
Yi Zhonghai said to Shazhu in a bad mood and went back to his room.
Anyway, he was completely disappointed in Silly Zhu today. He didn't even know what was going on, so he went to find Yan Bugui with a stick. If he saw him and stopped him, Silly Zhu and Yan Bugui's family would definitely fight.
Although Silly Zhu had some skills, the children of the Yan Family were all at home. If they started fighting, they might hurt someone. If Yan Bugui was hurt, the Yan Family would definitely fight Silly Zhu to the death.
Behind Yi Zhonghai, Silly Zhu was still asking Yan Bugui unwillingly.
"You don't know her cousin?"
"I know your cousin."
After complaining, Yan Bugui ignored him and went home.
When he got home, Yan Bugui realized that his legs were trembling. The murderous look on Silly Zhu's face had really scared him.
He had already decided that from now on, the Yan family must stay away from Silly Zhu. Otherwise, it would be a big deal if something really happened.
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