Ternary national currency

Narrator: The story happened in an old quadrangle in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression's time. Mrs. Wu, the landlord, Mrs. Li, her servant, and two student tenants, Yang Changxiong and Cheng Zhong, live here.

【 At the opening ceremony, Li Furen was packing Mrs. Wu's things, Yang Changxiong and many others were sitting outside the window playing chess, and Mrs. Wu was basking in the sun. "bang!" Sister-in-law Li broke a vase]

Mrs. Wu: Ah! My precious vase!

Mrs. Li: (trembling) I'm sorry, madam. I was careless ...

Mrs. Wu: Not careful! It's over if you're not careful. You pay for my vase, three yuan.

Yang Changxiong: Madam, why bother? A vase, there is no need for her to pay.

Mrs Wu: What is unnecessary? Three dollars, not a penny less.

Li Sao: I have no money.

Mrs Wu: No money? Let me search (search sister-in-law Li and find 30 cents). Only 30 cents. What about the rest?

Li Sao: Madam, I am really poor.

Mrs. Wu: poor people, poor people, who is not poor these days and who is not? 60 yuan bears a load of white rice, 50 cents a catty of pork, 30 cents a cabbage, and 0/0 for a box of matches. I have never heard of it. Poor people, poor people, yes, poor servants, rich masters? These days, only warlords, profiteers and heartless people will get rich. Yes, the servant I hired was poor, I admit it, but I didn't bully her. Such an expensive meal, she ate three meals by herself, and I didn't even deduct my salary. I don't pay for my things! Others helped, saying not to pay. I want to hear what this is.

Mrs. Wu: (enters the room and then comes out with another vase in her hand) Look, it's this vase. I bought it for six yuan five years ago. Because I like its appearance, I specially take it with me as a treasure. I haven't broken it at all since I used it. She smashed that into pieces! You said hateful, not hateful. Now even if you spend ten dollars to buy one, there is nowhere to buy it. I asked her to accompany me for three yuan at the original price, which was extremely polite. (Say, enjoy the baby once and put it on the tea table on the porch. )

Cheng Zhong: Dude, you are so boring! Why didn't you say anything to the general!

Mrs. Wu: ... how much is three dollars worth now? Less than the previous 30 cents. It stands to reason that you should accompany me at the market price. But since I said that as long as she compensated me for three dollars, I won't go back on my word. But if you don't even give me three dollars, it won't work!

Cheng Zhong: (not seriously) Hey, Lao Yang, can I bet you a lottery ticket? This chess game, if you win, I pay three yuan, if I win, you pay three yuan. How about giving it to sister-in-law Li to pay her debts?

Yang Changxiong: Sister Li, this is not a debt, and I have no money. You are a rich man, and you don't care about three dollars. I am a poor man, and my three dollars are very useful. (In the tone I just heard) These days, fountain pens are sold in 60 yuan, with the first two dollars for a dozen, 90 cents for a bottle of ink and 10 cents for an envelope. Never heard of it!

Mrs. Wu: (looking for an opportunity to attack, turning to Yang Changxiong) Hey, you know you are poor, and you will say you are poor, so what you just said is nonsense! If you know that everyone is poor, what can you say for the poor?

Yang Changxiong: (Forced to resist Japan) Mrs. Wu, do you have anything else to say?

Mrs Wu: Why can't I say more? Don't I even have the right to speak in my own house?

Yang Changxiong: (giving up the theory on paper) Well, since you want to say it, I'll tell you this truth now. We are all poor, yes, but the poor also have the rank of poor. A wife who can afford a servant, if poor, is a senior poor; Servants who serve their wives are low-level poor people; A poor student like me who wants to sweep the floor and clean the table himself is an intermediate poor student. If an intermediate poor man like me broke the vase of a senior poor man like you today, I might be able to afford it. Unfortunately, it was Sister Li who broke the vase. She's your servant. She is a low-level poor person, and she can't afford to pay. You don't care about three dollars, but she ...

Mrs. Wu: You are unreasonable. What do you mean you don't care?

Yang Changxiong: OK, OK, OK, just say I was wrong and you were right. Just admit that this problem is not a matter of concern or affordability; That's exactly what I want to say. Whether you are poor or not, you can't afford the money. This is a feeling, a feeling of human kindness. Now I want to talk about a reason, a reason. What we are arguing about is whether the servant should compensate for breaking the owner's things. My opinion is that the servant broke the master's things, and the master should not ask her for compensation. It's over.

Mrs Wu: Nonsense!

Yang Changxiong: Nonsense? I still have something to say. Would you like to listen?

Mrs Wu: I don't want to hear it!

Yang Changxiong: You don't listen? Never mind, but I still have the same thing to say.

Mrs Wu: If you keep talking, I'll call the police. Police! police ...

Sister Li: Stop it, Mr. Yang. I'll pay three yuan.

Yang Changxiong: You just talked for a long time without asking my permission. You said you were in your house and had the right to speak. Now in my house, I also have a say. What I just said is the reason. Now I want to talk about the trend. The trend is "of course inevitable." Just now, you have searched your sister-in-law Li without hesitation. Whether the owner has the right to search the servants she employs is a very serious legal issue. Let's not talk about it. As a result of your search, you found that she only had 30 cents on her, right? Now you want her to pay three dollars instead of thirty cents. You asked her where the huge compensation of three dollars came from. So I suggest you ...

Mrs Wu: It's none of your business.

Cheng Zhong: Chess, chess.

[Yang Changxiong returns to the chess battlefield, continues the unfinished chess game, stops less, and a man walks in outside, and the policeman is at a glance]

Mrs. Wu: Oh, Mr. Police! It's so nice of you to come, thank you!

Policeman: Madam!

Mrs. Wu: (approaching the police, pointing to Mrs. Li and pointing to the police) This is one of my servants. She just broke one of my vases. My vases turned out to be a pair. (She takes another vase from the coffee table to testify) Please look. The one she broke is exactly the same as this one. I bought this pair of vases in Jiangxi, which is the best porcelain producing area in China. The original price is six yuan for a pair of national currency. If I want to buy it now, I can't buy it for ten dollars. Now I want her to pay me three yuan at the original price, and she has promised to pay me. Now, let me ask you first, should she compensate me for breaking my things?

Policeman: Of course.

Mrs. Wu: OK, please ask her, did she break the vase? Did she promise to pay me back?

Policeman: (I don't think it's necessary to ask) Of course.

Mrs. Wu: Ask, did she promise to give me three yuan?

Policeman: (to Sister Li) Do you understand? You broke the vase of the host family, and your wife wants you to compensate her, three yuan. You got it?

[Sister Li bowed her head and said nothing].

Mrs Wu: OK. I have seen her luggage and her body. She has only thirty cents. Please wait a moment now. Glancing at Yang Changxiong, he walked into the room for a while and came out with a small bag. (This is her bedclothes. Opposite this alley is a pawnshop. I ask you to take this bedding to the pawnshop and give it to me as three dollars.

Yang Changxiong: (jumping up) What? You want to be her bedding!

Mrs Wu: Yes.

Yang Changxiong: (Going to Mrs. Wu is likely to grab the bedding) How dare you! You pawned her bedding. What do you want her to sleep in?

Mrs. Wu: This is her bedding, not yours. None of your business! (turning to the policeman) Mr. policeman, I'll take you to the pawnshop. (walks to the door)

Yang Changxiong: (walks over to block the way) No way!

Mrs Wu: Why not? This isn't yours, is it? It wasn't your vase that was broken? Mind your own business!

Cheng Zhong: (walks over and pulls Yang Changxiong away) Chess, chess, chess, chess.

[Mrs. Wu enters the first room, the police go out with Li Furen, and Yang Changxiong returns to his position, speechless with anger. ]

Cheng Zhong: (after a moment of silence) You probably can't finish this chess game, can you? I play by myself (one person represents both sides and plays the unfinished chess)

Yang Changxiong: (turning around) Alas, irritating is not irritating? Have you ever seen such an unreasonable thing? I really want to beat her up and take it out on her.

Cheng Zhong: (as if after some consideration) Fighting with a woman? Not so good, but I think she should be taught a lesson.

Yang Changxiong: Such a woman has no choice but to learn fists. I'll give her a few punches first and have fun. (Standing, as if really ready to start work)

Cheng Zhong: (I know this is just talk, so I should respond casually) This is not good. (A few more steps)

[Yang Changxiong walks around the yard, and everyone plays chess. Soon, the police came in, followed by sister-in-law Li, with three bills in one hand. ]

Policeman: Madam! This is three yuan national currency, you can take it. (Show the paper money in your hand)

Mrs Wu: (accepting due compensation) Thank you, thank you. (leading the police out together)

Yang Changxiong: (to Cheng Zhong) Are you shameless? ..... What a bitch!

Mrs Wu: (enters Yang Changxiong) What? what did you say ? You swear, don't you? (Yes) Mr. Cheng, he swore. ...

Cheng Zhong: Sorry, I was playing chess, but I didn't hear it.

Mrs. Wu: (turning to Yang Changxiong again and pressing) * * *, what do you mean by * *? (didn't say a word) * * *, yes, other people's business, this need not he tube, but he came to much, this is * * *. A person who calls names behind his back is * * *. [Yang Changxiong still silent, a bear. ]

Mrs. Wu: (again) A college student thinks it's great. He can't speak and wants to educate others. He thought he had a high degree and began to curse! Bitch, what is a bitch and which is a bitch? Tell me!

[Yang Changxiong, if you want to stop, just bear it again. ]

Mrs. Wu: (Sanli turns to Yang Changxiong) You have nothing to say, right? You were good at talking just now, why don't you even fart now? You swore at someone, but you denied it. You dare not admit it when you scold someone. This is * * *. Yes, * * *! Dirty! *** !

[Yang Changxiong face trembling, unbearable, suddenly saw a vase on the tea table. I rushed over, took it in my hand, walked up to Mrs. Wu, and threw the vase on the ground with both hands, and it broke.

Mrs. Wu: (Blood vessels swell, supported by both hands) Ah! What are you doing here?

Yang Changxiong: (Close your lips, clench your fists and say nothing. Reached out and took out three bills from his pocket. Here, three dollars-the national currency!

Mrs. Wu: (I had an accident, and I can't think of words suitable for the environment at the moment. Grab the paper money, hold it in your hand, knead it into a ball of paper, and glare at each other. ...

Cheng Zhong: (The dangerous storm has passed and this fierce battle has come to a conclusion) A draw.

[Clean up the mess. ]

Narrator: In this dark age, stories similar to the three-dollar national currency happen all the time. Without ideological progress, young students with strong blood and the poor at the bottom will always be bullied by those who exploit them. As young people in the new era, we should also be an upright, knowledgeable and brave outstanding student like Yang Changxiong.

Collective curtain call, end

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