我的那些童年趣事：一分钱的故事 Those funny stories from my childhood: the story of a penny

Yesterday I talked about "qing copper coins" in my microblog. Because I didn't live in that era, I didn't know exactly what the purchasing power of a penny was at that time, so it was just some superficial understanding. But lying quietly in my locker can be more than "qing copper coins", there are many five years of paper money, food stamps, oil stamps, and silver dollars what, the most to a number of childhood used half and a half coins.

Childhood is listening to "I was on the side of the road, picked up a penny, put it in the hands of the police uncle..." "Grew up in the song, for a penny is a clear understanding and deep love for it.

Remember when a penny could buy three candy bars and a pencil. At the east end of the village there was a long, high slope of yellow earth by the river, where the commune militia used to shoot live bullets from time to time.We like out of the cage birds like rushed to the slope, with the dead branches of the tree to dig into the earth warhead, lucky time will pick up one or two shell casings, for our children, it is happy for several days.

Bullet digs small partner but has big party to use, the peddler of the street can exchange all kinds of small toys with you, or all kinds of candy jelly beans. Remember aunts home of two younger sister always follow in my ass behind, also want a warhead to change a good-looking red head rope, seller said that need five warheads to change a red head rope, or three cents can also sell to us.

My mouth in return for the sweet beans, always reluctant to chew, chew in the mouth melting fast, sweet for a while gone, always hope that sweet taste is always in the mouth, is always sweet taste, fortunately day by day better, but not how to eat candy and so on.

Childhood do not know what is trouble and sorrow, some memories are happy, naughty and heartless play, but think about it is full of warmth. A few days ago in Shaanxi do art make two sister talked to me, talking about when I was a child with warhead for head rope, can not help feeling that the time is too fast, as yesterday I was struggling to dig in front of the slope warhead, finally used three days to save enough two sister for head rope warhead. We look forward to ah look forward to, finally look forward to the seller's clear bell sound, from the alley that head like a swallow through the time, bringing spring and surprise. Finally achieved the change to the root of the red rope, we carefully held in hand, feeling more happy than the New Year adults to do the new cotton-padded jacket.

Two younger sister said, the red rope floating in the heart from now on, until now is the bright red color, because it is our own hands earned, two younger sister said that she remembered the most clear is my forehead sweat beads, not drop, because the cold on my head is fog like a fairy, live in her heart, every hundred million times feel that the money at that time is the sun like the sun.

昨天我在微博里讲了“大清铜币”，由于自己并没有生活在那个年代，一文钱具体在那时购买力是怎样的，自己并不清晰，所以也只是些肤浅的认识。但在我的储物柜里静静躺着的可不止“大清铜币”，还有许多五几年的纸币，粮票，油票，还有银元啥的，最多的要数小时候用过的一分二分五分的硬币了。

童年里是听着“我在马路边，捡到一分钱，把它交到警察叔叔手里面……”的歌声中长大的，对于一分钱是有比较清晰的认识和对它深深的眷爱的。

记得那时的一分钱可以买三块糖，一支铅笔。村东头的河边上有一片又高又长的黄土坡，隔段时间公社的民兵都要在这里实弹打靶，在简陋的教室里能听到清脆的枪声，每每这时小伙伴最是兴奋，等到夕阳渐红没有了枪声，我们就如出笼的小鸟般飞奔到土坡上，用树的枯枝去挖钻入泥土的弹头，侥幸的时候还会捡到一两个弹壳，对我们小孩子来说，那是会高兴好几天的大事。

弹头挖来小伙伴可是有大派用的，走街串巷的卖货郎可以与你兑换各种各样的小玩具，或是各种糖果糖豆。记得婶家的二妹老是跟在我的屁股后面，也想要一个弹头去换一根好看的红头绳，卖货郎说需要五个弹头才能换一根红红的头绳，或是三分钱也能卖给我们。

我嘴里含着换来的糖豆，总是舍不得嚼碎，嚼碎了在嘴里融化的快，甜味一会就没了，总是希望那甜甜的味道永远就在嘴里，永远都是甜的滋味，好在日子一天天的好了起来，反而不怎么去吃糖果之类的了。

童年不知道什么是烦恼和忧愁，记忆里有的都是欢乐，调皮和没心没肺的玩耍，但想想却都是满满的温馨。前几天远在陕西做美编的二妹跟我唠嗑，说起小时候用弹头换头绳的事，不免感慨这光阴实在是太快，恍如昨天我还在土坡前奋力挖弹头时的样子，总算用了三天时间攒够了二妹换头绳的弹头。我们盼啊盼，终于盼到卖货郎清脆的铃铛声，从巷子那头犹如穿过时光的飞燕，带来春天和惊喜。终于如愿以偿的换到了那根红红的头绳，我们小心翼翼的捧在手里，感觉比过年时大人给做的新棉袄还要开心。

二妹说，那根红头绳从此就飘在了心里，一直到现在还是那鲜红的颜色，因为那是我们自己凭自己的双手挣来的，二妹说她记得最清的是我当时额头冒起的汗珠，不是一滴一滴的，由于天冷我的头顶上是雾气一般升腾，如神仙般住进了她的心田，每每亿起感觉那时的一分钱就是太阳般的存在。

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