Time Smuggling Starting from the Year 2000

The black, white, and red mixed with the three primary colors of red, yellow, and blue gave birth to a grotesque channel, with no head or tail. Huang Xuan's head was sitting on his blanket, and he flew aimlessly along the passage. His left hand was pressed under his leg and he pressed his trembling little finger.

15-year-old Huang Xuan is still a junior high school student, and everything in front of him clearly exceeds his imagination. Just an hour ago, he was just curious about why the newly excavated swimming pool floor in his home was so dry and hard. A few days ago, the school transplanted big trees and dug very deep. As a result, the inside of the pit was like rain after the rain, adhering to the new century The teenagers should have the curiosity and research spirit. After dinner, Huang Xuan pretended to go to the garden's gazebo to study, wrapped in a blanket and turned to the swimming pool. He picked up a shovel and began to dig down again.

Although it was still windy in early spring, the sky in Nanjing was not cold. Huang Xuan digged a few meters, only to feel that the ground became harder. When he saw that there was no water coming out, he also felt tired, so he picked up the workers. The hammer left was severely hit a few times, ready to vent some energy to return to the room to rest, but heard the hollow sound of "Woo".

Huang Xuan weighed the hammer in his hand, turned his head to look at the corner of the stacking tool, and walked over to choose the largest engineering hammer. He smiled and carried it on his shoulder. While walking, he said to himself: "Let me show you a few more."

Then ..., and then Huang Xuan got into this kaleidoscope-like passage.

He shouted loudly and scolded, but there was no echo even in this channel. Huang Xuan closed his mouth helplessly. He only felt that his limbs were crisp and he had a tendency to break away from the control of his brain-obviously, he was a bit Shivering.

Of course, Huang Xuan is unwilling to admit that he will be scared by the colorful scenes. He has never played in any playground ... However, if it is really kidnapped in the playground, it is safer.

The blanket is like a piece of paper floating on the river, gently ups and downs, Huang Xuan's body also rises and falls, and after a while, Huang Xuan shouted again: "I am thirsty, give me some saliva."

The harm between the two takes its light, at this time he is more willing to fall into the hands of the kidnapper than to get caught in a weird thing-parents may be able to deal with the former, as for the latter, according to the countless novels of the film protagonist and The proportion of supporting roles can be known, all hard.

There was still no echo. Huang Xuan lowered his head involuntarily and habitually looked at the watch. As if he had just come in, the watch also stopped.

Maybe it was too tired to dig the pit, maybe it was too much energy for the shouting, Huang Xuan fell asleep for a while, and heard a "squeak" sound, just like the sound of a high-power electrical appliance unplugging, and immediately thought of his own The situation, immediately rolled over and opened his eyes.

There is a circle of white light in the distance, which is unusually striking in this colorful world. Before Huang Xuan can see clearly, a neutral voice remembers: "The destination arrives, P112T1061968W7890."

"who are you?"

"According to your understanding, you can call me the space-time shuttle."

"What is it?" Huang Xuan's heart burst into flames, but he was a little timid, and raised his voice slightly: "Let me go back, where is this place."

"The P112 plane is equivalent to the space-time coordinates of the P113 plane in 1968, and the geographic address is 7890."

"I don't care what it is here, send me back, don't make these false, my dad is very." Seeing that the white aperture is getting bigger and bigger, Huang Xuan is not at ease.

Neutral voice coldly said: "I can't send you back, you have touched the safety of the base. In view of your behavior in violation of Article 3, Article 5 and Article 11, Article 4 of the Space-Time Convention, the base guard was absent and determined that P113 was in compliance with the regulations , About to go into exile. "

Before Huang Xuan could say anything, he ran into the thick white circle with his blanket.

*

One day later, Huang Xuan was almost sure that he was really in the time and space of 1968. Although he had only heard about this era from the conversations of his parents, this did not prevent him from talking with pedestrians coming and going across the street. Looking at the bookstore, he even walked out of the town on foot to intercept vehicles on the highway, asked the driver, checked the license plate, looked at various invoices, food stamps and even mechanical numbers.

Every mark is evidence.

Just this morning, Huang Xuan walked into the town's largest building, the post office, and looked at the neatly placed stamps under the counter. Huang Xuan's face smiled.

This is both a bitter smile and a blessing. The stamp under the counter, Huang Xuan, is very familiar. "The country is red". It is a famous stamp that was reclaimed on the same day it was issued. Inversely proportional. But now, Huang Xuan saw a thick stack, and he hasn't even cut it.

In the era of Huang Xuan, half a day after the issuance of this well-known stamp, an editor of China Map Publishing House found that the map of China on the stamp was inaccurately drawn, and the Xisha Islands and Nansha Islands were not drawn. After the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications discovered the problem, it urgently ordered the post offices of all regions to stop selling, but some post offices had sold them in advance, causing some stamps to leak. But now, Huang Xuan does not know whether he was lucky on that day, or this era is different from what he knows.

There was only one female clerk behind the counter, sitting on the desk behind the counter lazily wearing a sweater, and the desk was covered with stamps, all of which were in the form of "The Country's Mountains and Rivers Are Red". This era is not like later generations. Post offices usually only sell one type of stamp. Huang Xuan took two steps dizzy, straightened his collar, and smiled with what he thought was the kindest smile. He asked, "How can I sell this stamp, can you show me?"

Mostly thanks to standard Mandarin-Huang Xuan has benefited many times in the past two days-the female staff stood up with her little finger around her hair and only looked at Huang Xuan in the "fancy dress", and then lost it. Interested, in soft Wu language: "How many?"

"I want to see it first." Huang Xuan kept smiling. In addition to his mud-covered clothes, he only has a blanket, and there is no money to buy stamps, although a piece of "The National Mountains and Rivers Are Red" worth at least 200,000 will have a face value of only 8 cents.

The female clerk, who had no smile at all, was getting colder, her mouth twitched, she threw her hand and threw him a version of the two stamps that had been cut off, and she sat down and jumped up in a sweater.

Huang Xuan has never been a good-tempered person. In fact, as a descendant of the Huang family, he is more or less contaminated with some of Huang ’s temper: simple and irritable, but also no lack of thinking, plus a little flexibility and toughness to adapt to the environment. . In addition, as a 15-year-old young man, Huang Xuan needs more rebellion. However, at this moment, he still behaved very naturally, keeping a smile and picking up the stamp.

Huang Xuan has seen many times the grandpa ’s collection of philatelic products. Although he ca n’t talk about the level of identification himself, at present, he just wants to take a closer look at whether this precious stamp is different from what he knows. As for the authenticity of the stamp Fake, to be honest, Huang Xuan prefers stamps to be botched fakes, and the town and its surroundings are just an annoying farce ...

But in case, or if he is really in 1968, these stamps may be his life-saving straw, 8 years later, his house, his bread, his computer and game console, and even his woman.

At this time, there were no businessmen, no capitalists, and no ID cards; some were food stamps, cloth tickets, meat tickets, and letter of introduction. Ten years and 78 years later, the Third Plenary Session of the Eleventh Central Committee was convened, and those who wanted to get rich first began to look around ...

Huang Xuan did n’t know what he could do at the age of 15, he did n’t even know the specific year of the Cultural Revolution, but there are two certainties that this era will surely end, “The National Mountains and Rivers Are Red” will skyrocket and the return on investment will be close 5 million times, or 500 million percent. What a difficult number to read.

After looking at the stamp twice, Huang Xuan couldn't help but touch his pocket. It was empty. Yesterday, he was preparing to dig a pit. Even the blanket was brought to the pavilion in disguise. Things are gone. UU reading www. uukanshu. com

Huang Xuan finally understood what grandpa felt when he talked about "The Country's Mountains and Rivers Are Red". In the future, stamps worth 300,000 each will be placed on an old paint table, and 50 copies will be placed there. There are hundreds of editions. In other words, as long as the thing on the broken table is kept for 30 years, the small picture above has a theoretical value of more than 400 million, and you can buy one hundred Mercedes-Benz, which is equivalent to 800 yuan for a small staff with a monthly income of 4,000 yuan. Hard work, and to buy them, now only need to pay 400 yuan.

Thinking that he might never see grandpas and parents again, Huang Xuan's heart shrank, and his mouth became dry. He shook his head and put these behind him, and pulled the only valuable blanket on his body. Stretching his head across the chest-chest counter, he said, "Sister, discuss something with you."

"Say." The woman sat behind the table without buying emotions, and her voice was a little urgy.

"Look, I'm still a student. I don't have much money in my hand. I want to buy some stamps. Can I use this blanket to exchange some with you?" Huang Xuan thought about it, and he will stay here for a long time. Here is now In 1969, this was an era when strangers were not welcome. There were no small business hawkers, no Golden Week for travel, and even closed talk about getting rich by labor, and he had no labor to sell, that is to say, this blanket can only guarantee that he does not Being frozen to death, but can not guarantee that he will not be starved to death, from this point, it is not helpful for survival.