Two cent coins
[Japan] Kuroshima Kenjima
That's the season when it's popular to play gyroscopes. His younger brother Fujiji found Kenji playing with the old gyro from nowhere, grabbed the shaft made of three inches of flat-headed iron nails with both palms, and rubbed it vigorously. However, because he did not have much strength in his hands, no matter how hard he tried, the top only stood and turned a few times, and soon fell down. Kenji has been drilling since he was a child, buying a gyroscope, polishing it, and replacing the original thin wire-like shaft with a three-inch iron nail. In this way, it turns fast, and there are few opponents in the race with others. Thus, though it was an old thing that had been used twelve or three years ago, it still did not have a single crack, it was dark and heavy, and it looked like the wood was hard. It turned out to be oiled and waxed. Compared to what is sold in the shop today, the wood is much better. However, the heavier the gyroscope, the more difficult it is for young Fujiji to turn. He rubbed on the edge of the porch for half a day, and it always didn't work.
"Mom, buy a gyroscope."
Fujiji wrapped her arms around her mother.
"Ask Dad to see, call it buy no."
"Say yes."
Mom is very small about everything, and one reason is that the days at home are sad. Although I promised to buy it, I still had to flip the stack house over again to see if there was still Kenji playing with the old rope. The children of this small village along the river all gathered in front of the temple gate and wrapped the new rope around the new gyroscope to make it spin, and the two people hit the gyroscope in groups, winning or losing. Kids call this game "bumping and quacking." Wrapped around the rope, he threw the top out and spun it quickly. The two people scatter together, taking turns to let their gyroscope hit each other, until one side of the gyroscope stops rotating, and the first to fall down is lost. "Look, I'm just using such a black and old gyroscope." Buy me a new gyroscope too. ”
Fujiji wrapped her arms around her mother.
"Gyro, don't you have one, don't buy it."
"This, lo and behold, isn't it all so dark?" ...... Everyone is new! ”
"Net stupid words, this gyroscope is not good!" Kenji said that he was convinced that the gyro he had used before was good, and he always felt reluctant to take money to buy gyro for his brother.
"Hmm."
It turned out that Fujiji believed everything his brother said.
"This gyroscope is good, I don't believe it compared to them." The gyroscope that can beat it, no one will have. ”
Speaking of which, the gyroscope uses the old one, which makes sense. But when he went to buy rope with his mother and two people, Fujiji greedily touched the new gyroscope painted red, green and green in the wooden box in the shop.
"Ato, don't touch people's shops so much, they're all dirty."
The mother asked the lady in charge of the grocery store to take out the rope to look at it, and instructed Fujiji to say.
"No, no, you can touch it."
The hostess said kindly. There were dozens of ropes, all cut to a general length, and only one of them was about a foot shorter than the others. It was cut by size, and finally there was a less than one size left.
"How much is a wow?"
"A dime, that short one counts you eight cents."
"Count eight cents..."
"Yes."
"Well, this short one is good."
As she spoke, my mother took out a dime and retrieved two cents of coins, as if she had earned two cents. Until He came home, he was still playing with the new gyro in the box; he looked very cherished. However, he did not force him to buy it, and returned with his mother.
In the square in front of the temple in the neighboring village, there came the wrestling team of the village. The children all went to see the hilarity. Fujiji also wanted to go, but it was just in time to harvest the rice, and the yoke cattle in the cowshed were also pulling and grinding powder, circling around the middle pillar, so that Fujiji could watch.
"I hate even watching cows, so what should I do?" Somehow, Fujiji hated watching cows. He tied the rope to the pillar under the eaves of the cowshed, and with both hands he shook the head of the rope and tied it vigorously.
"So, you're going to catch the sparrows, right?"
"No."
"How can you do it so willfully, the powder will be ground, and the sparrow will come to eat rice again!" Mom said with an angry tone. Fujiji seemed to be tug-of-war with the pillar, turned around to pull the rope, and after a while, whispered, "Everyone is going to see the wrestling!" ”
"Where can a poor stick like our family do such a thing?"
"Hey!" Fujiji shouted in disappointment, still pulling the rope vigorously.
"Then the rope is going to be broken."
"Hmm, it's shorter than everyone else's!"
"The whip will not grow--then the bundle will fall to the back!"
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