Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 1 The young man who fell into the water
He Ping fell into a drowsy sleep, feeling weak and limp all over, and he didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

"Young man, you said that you are young, why can't you think about it?"

Opening his eyes, he saw an old man in his sixties standing in front of him, trying to get up but unable to use the strength.Although he didn't know exactly what happened, the old man in front of him obviously had the grace to save his life, and instinctively said in a breathy voice: "I'm... I'm bothering you."

"You child, why are you so polite, can we still see death?"

The only moving part of He Ping's body was his eyes. The surrounding walls were covered with newspapers. On the opposite wall of the kang was a box, and on the right side of the kang was an Eight Immortals table with two stools. It should be a dining table for eating.

This house has been around for a long time, and I haven't seen the Tang box for many years.

He Ping murmured to himself, when he got out of the car and saw such an old house when he came to visit the farm, is there such a poor family in the village?

An old woman walked into the house with a bowl, "Come here, drink a bowl of ginger soup to drive away the cold."

With the help of the old man, He Ping drank it. After drinking the ginger soup, his body became warm, and He Ping couldn't help squinting his eyes.

"Young man, which brigade are you an educated youth from?" Seeing that He Ping had become more energetic, the old man asked.

Educated youth?What do you mean?He Ping was stunned.

Seeing He Ping's dull face, the old woman whispered in the captain's ear, "Master, this young man is not a fool, is he?"

The old man frowned, "Old lady, you're talking nonsense."

This young man's eyes are rolling around, how could he be a fool, the old captain of the fools in these ten miles and eight villages has never seen him, he has never seen such a spirited fool.

"Young man, do you still remember where you came from as an educated youth?" the old man asked again.

He Ping didn't answer, but instead asked, "Old man, is this Han Tun?"

"Yes."

It shouldn't, it shouldn't!He Ping can be sure that this is definitely not Hantun. Hantun has developed rural tourism as early as ten years ago, and the living conditions and economic income of residents have reached the average urban level. What about bungalows?I should have been traveling with my wife to Hantun, and I accidentally fell into the water while cruising in the reservoir. Looking at the surrounding environment, it doesn't look like 2020 at all.

The old woman muttered again: "The head of the house, you can't send it to the commune!"

He Ping realized that something was wrong. This was a commune and an educated youth, so he decided to talk less and find out the situation first.

When the old man saw He Ping, he didn't say a word, he just thought that he had been hit too hard and he didn't have time to come over.

"Send it to the commune." The old man reprimanded his wife. The old woman has long hair and short knowledge.

He said to his wife: "I'm going to work first, you can watch him order at home today, there is no need to go."

After finishing speaking, he went to work, and He Ping lay on the kang. It was still cold in the Northeast in early spring, and the kang was kept hot for cooking in the morning, so he was very comfortable to lie on.

Seeing that He Ping was fine, his wife went to work in the yard.

After a while, a few half-children watching the excitement ran into the yard.

"Wake up! Wake up!"

The children were looking at the room from the door, smiling and biting their ears.

A bold boy asked He Ping, "Uncle, are you an educated youth?"

He Ping didn't speak, but nodded with a smile.

Seeing He Ping's friendly attitude, the boys became more courageous, and soon began to chatter, and He Ping couldn't answer the questions.

But this is also very good. In just a few words, He Ping almost understood the situation.

The facts are as expected.

He was in Hantun in 1979, which was still called Hantun production brigade at this time, and the old man who talked to He Ping was called Han Yugang, who was the team leader and branch secretary of Hantun. One is Han Zhaojun, and the other is a younger brother named Han Zhaoshe.

He Ping couldn't help looking up to the sky and sighing, what the hell is going on.

In 1979, I hadn't been born yet, so why did I cross over after falling into the water? This time travel was 40 years ago.

You must know that the spring breeze of the reform in 1979 has not yet blown to Liao Province. At this time, the rural areas of Liao Province are not as comfortable as the life of later generations.He Ping's hometown is in the countryside, and he knows the countryside too well, not to mention the countryside, even the city, and in 1979 there were not many rich supplies.He Ping, who is used to living a life of abundant food and clothing for future generations, suddenly put him in this remote village 40 years ago, He Ping wanted to die.

Thinking of my 20-year mortgage, thinking of my virtuous wife, thinking of that cute four-horned gold swallowing beast, hey, why are you still a little happy?

He Ping slapped himself hard, you are really nothing.

But now, everything is gone. Looking at the earthen walls covered with newspapers around him, He Ping fell into despair.

Before dinner, the old captain came back.

At the dinner table, the old captain asked He Ping some questions about his life experience, but He Ping still didn't answer, but his eyes were full of sadness and despair.

The old captain sighed, he just regarded it as another educated youth who was desperate for life and family affection. He had heard and seen too many such examples in these years.

There are three rooms in the house of the old captain, facing south. The west one is the kitchen. The house where the son and daughter-in-law live has a door between the houses.

The old captain arranged for He Ping to sleep in the same room with the old couple, and the little granddaughter to sleep in the same room with her parents.

It gets dark early in early spring, and it gets dark before five o'clock. Before dinner, the leader's wife turns on the lights.

When He Ping was very young, this kind of lamp was used at home. It was called an incandescent lamp, but the light it emitted was dim.

There are no entertainment activities in this era, except for the couple making villains after eating, just playing lip service.

After a while, the old captain asked to turn off the lights. In this day and age, it is quite extravagant to turn on the lights. After all, there are many places without electricity, and Hantun is considered to be in relatively good condition.

Lying on the kang, the inside and outside of the house are pitch black. He Ping's heart is full of fear and anxiety about the unknown and unfamiliar. Life is not easy, but he is a black household now. Unlike later generations, it is difficult to move a single step without identification.

In the darkness, a long sigh came.

It was the voice of the old captain, "Son, there is no obstacle in the world that you can't get past. If you don't mind, stay in Hantun. If we have a bite to eat, you won't starve to death."

He Ping's heart warmed when he heard this, and he secretly sighed, that's all, if it comes, he will be at ease.

Life has to go on, and He Ping doesn't have the courage to die again. Now that we have come to this age, let's try to live a better life, at least a better life than later generations.

(End of this chapter)