Rebirth in 1984, starting from beekeeping in the mountains

Chapter 83 Return to the Village! New Rumors! (Subscribe!)

The first thing I bought when I entered this county town was a book.

With this result, let alone Wang Tong.

Even Fang Hongan himself had never expected this.

Next, Fang Hongan and Wang Tong strolled around the black market again.

I bought some small items, but mainly exchanged some food coupons and cloth coupons.

There are many things in this black market, but they are all very diverse, with varying quality, and there are also many fakes.

Since they didn't know how to identify some things, the two decided to go to the supply and marketing cooperative tomorrow to have a look.

I returned to Liao San’s small old house and spent the night in that chaotic environment.

There is no such thing as being unable to adapt. These days when you go out, you just have to learn to make do.

the next morning.

The two got up early, went out, bought a few buns from a nearby state-owned bun shop, ate them in big mouthfuls, and then went straight to the supply and marketing cooperative.

At that time, the supply and marketing cooperative had several sales points in the county town. The one Fang Hongan and Wang Tong went to was the largest sales point facing the Liberation Square where they had visited last night.

As the most popular company these days, the employees have a kind of arrogant attitude and there is really no service to speak of.

Several sales staff looked down upon Fang Hongan and Wang Tong because of their rustic clothes.

It was not until Fang Hongan and Wang Tong took out stacks of tickets and started making large purchases that a look of surprise appeared in their eyes.

But don’t expect their service attitude to you to change. At most, the look in their eyes may be different, but the service attitude will still be cold.

After all, they all have a stable job, so there is no assessment of sales performance, and whether they sell a lot or a little is of little concern to them.

Wang Tong has long been accustomed to this.

Although Fang Hongan was a little uncomfortable, he thought that at least what he bought were genuine products, so he didn't bother to pay attention to the service attitude.

A big purchase.

By the time the two men went out and returned to Dongmen Well with the bamboo baskets filled with things, it was already past noon.

When they opened the door, they found a note stuck in the crack of the door. After opening it, they found that it asked them to go and get the clothes.

The handwriting was upright and powerful, obviously coming from the old tailor who stood straight with his back held high and was so stubborn that he would rather be kicked out of the clothing factory than bow to anyone!
Now that the bee-proof clothing is ready, the top priority is accomplished.

Fang Hongan and Wang Tong put down their things and rushed to the old tailor's house impatiently.

After knocking on the door, I saw two large gray garments hanging prominently in the main room.

The entire body is made of the two pieces of cloth. As for the head mask, a piece of fine-mesh wire mesh is sewn on it according to Fang Hongan's idea.

This way, the room is breathable and the view is acceptable.

Later generations mostly used masks made of plexiglass, but these days we have no choice but to compromise due to material constraints.

After letting Fang Hongan and Wang Tong take a look, the old tailor smiled and asked them both to try it.

Obviously, the old tailor, who was making this kind of clothes for the first time, was quite proud of these two pieces of clothes.

Fang Hongan quickly took out the rubber shoes and rubber gloves he had just bought at the supply and marketing cooperative and tried them on together.

To ensure complete coverage, the suit is one-piece.

In order to prevent the hornet from getting angry and stinging, high-density canvas is used for fabric protection and multiple layers of fabric are used for thickening.

With the help of Wang Tong, Fang Hongan finally put it on after some effort.

After putting it on, the first feeling is heat.

But this was something Fang Hongan had anticipated long ago. Under the conditions in 84, it was impossible to install several small fans inside the bee-proof clothing like in later generations.

Under limited conditions, you can only choose between coolness and breathability and protection.

After putting it on, she asked Wang Tong to try to pierce it with an embroidery needle.

Even with a slight force, it really couldn't penetrate.

Push hard, and it will take nearly one centimeter to penetrate the inner layer.

There is no problem with protection at all.

As for the size, although it looks bulky, it actually feels quite fitting when you are inside.

Parts prone to wear, such as elbows and knees, have also been thickened.

Stretch bands are also sewn into the sleeves and trouser legs to close the cuffs.

After entering, there will be no gap for the ghost bee to take advantage of and sneak in.

These details were actually not what Fang Hongan had thought of when he was drawing the blueprints.

Wait for Fang Hongan to finish the test.

Wang Tong also tried it.

Apart from the heat, the other feelings were pretty good.

The old tailor only charged fifteen dollars for sewing two pieces of clothing.

This was after he had added the zipper, elastic, and some fabric himself.

Although this price had been agreed upon beforehand, Fang Hongan felt it was great value after seeing the finished product.

After paying the money, Fang Hongan gave the old tailor two more bottles of honey.

He was unwilling to accept it at first, but it was not a difficult task for Fang Hongan, who had a good grasp of his temper.

After a few more words, I finally persuaded him to accept it.

After leaving the old tailor's house, Fang Hongan and Wang Tong returned to the dilapidated building not long after.

Liao San also came over.

It must be because the sales results at the night market last night were quite good.

I am also grateful to Fang Hongan for being so generous as to say a few words of blessing and then leave even though he clearly saw and heard everything.

This shrewd little mouse showed an extremely generous side. Not only did he pack a sumptuous lunch for Fang Hongan and Wang Tong, he also brought a few packages of small gifts for each of them.

Even though they are just snacks like candies and biscuits, they are still a token of my thoughtfulness.

After finishing their lunch of braised pork and scrambled eggs, Fang Hongan and Wang Tong packed up and prepared to return to the village.

Today is not the market day in Qianmaping, so there are no buses going there.

But in fact, in addition to passenger buses, there are also many donkey carts carrying goods traveling back and forth on weekdays.

In this regard, Liao San had already made the contacts for them.

It's not a donkey cart, but a horse carriage.

The destination is not Duqianmaping, but Jiangjialing Village, which is less than six miles away from Shiwan Village.

This is great news for Fang Hongan and Wang Tong.

A horse-drawn carriage is more powerful than a donkey-drawn carriage, and it is said that the driver was only driving an empty carriage to Jiangjialing to pick up things to bring to the county town, so it was no problem for two people to ride in it.

Arriving at Jiangjialing, the two of them walked home, which was much better than going from Qianmaping. Therefore, even if one person was charged two yuan for the ride, Fang Hongan and Wang Tong simply paid it.

They set out after noon when the weather was hottest. Taking the horse carriage, Fang Hongan felt that the journey was much more comfortable than taking the passenger bus, except that it was a little slower.

It took about three and a half hours to get from the county town to Jiangjialing. By the time Fang Hongan returned to Shiwan Village, it was completely dark.

Although the door of the earthen house was closed, there was obvious flickering candlelight in the main room.

It was obvious that his wife Lan Wenxiu was sitting in the main room waiting for him to come back.

When Fang Hongan approached, Lan Wenxiu must have heard the footsteps, and the door opened with a creak.

The candlelight shone out, and in the flickering light and shadow, Lan Wenxiu's figure slowly walked out.

That night, although he had been traveling for most of the day, Fang Hongan still indulged himself a bit while restraining his movements.

The next day.

Fang Hongan got up early.

Carrying a wooden bucket, I went to the village well to fetch water.

Shiwan Village is located in high terrain and few people dig their own wells. Daily water comes from a large well that was dug in the village hundreds of years ago.

The well in the village was dug very deep. One had to go down seventy-two steps to get to the place where water was drawn.

Even for an adult man, it would take some effort to carry a load of water in one breath.

In addition, there is a long distance from the well to Fang Hongan's mud house. Given Lan Wenxiu's physical condition, getting water would be a big problem even if she was not pregnant, let alone pregnant.

So before going out, Fang Hongan filled up the water tanks.

This time when I came back, the first thing I did was to fetch water.

There were not many people at the well in the early morning, but when they saw Fang Hongan, they all greeted him enthusiastically.

Some of those who usually loved to gossip even asked directly when Fang Hongan was planning to move to the city.

Fang Hongan was well prepared for the rumors this time.

It had been rumored before that the legendary uncle wanted to help him buy a household registration to move to the city, and it happened that he went to the county town, so it was inevitable that the rumor would become more and more intense.

"To what city?"

"Shiwan Village has beautiful mountains, clear water and fresh air! Isn't it better than living in the city?"

"I didn't think about going to the city!"

"Don't go!"

"Do not ask!"

"I just won't go when asked!"

……

Fang Hongan is no longer the idiot in his previous life who would stammer and desperately defend himself after being criticized by the big mouths in the village.

He responded to these people's words skillfully and went down into the well on his own.

Those who had fetched water and were taking a break by the well, when they heard these words, were first surprised at Fang Hongan's calm attitude in speaking to them.

Then, he completely disbelieved what Fang Hongan said.

It's just this poor and bad place.

Which young person in this mountain doesn't want to go out?

The city has everything you need, isn’t it better than these mountains?
Don't want to go into the city?
This must be done on purpose to fool everyone.

But there are also some people with ulterior motives who suddenly smelled a different scent.

Fang Hongan said this... Is it because his uncle failed to complete the household registration transfer during this trip to the county town?
He couldn't go to the city, so... he had to say this?

This statement came from some people's mouths.

It immediately gained the faith of some people.

So, when they came out carrying a bucket of water, the way those people looked at Fang Hongan was a little different again.

Fang Hongan no longer wanted to pay attention to them.

He put down the two wooden barrels, took a short break, then picked them up again and walked straight home.

"Hongan!"

"Wait a minute, I want to talk to you!"

It was probably when we were halfway there.

Under a big tree, a loud voice called Fang Hongan.

Then, a figure walked up quickly.

Looking back at the figure walking towards him, Fang Hongan couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

The person who called him was his uncle Fang Qingshan.

Fang Hongan couldn't say that he had any hatred towards his uncle, who had been a coward for most of his life and had been submissively controlled by his aunt Diao for nearly thirty years.

I just feel like there is no sense of family.

Before, I was angry at him for not fighting back and had a rather contemptuous attitude towards him.

But after living two lives and having experienced forty years at the bottom of society in his previous life, I have, to a certain extent, become indifferent to this matter.

This is his character and his choice.

He has chosen such a lifestyle, and you can't expect him to fight for anything.

So, look at it from another perspective.

My uncle Fang Qingshan was able to marry a shrew like Xie Liucui!

Isn’t it a kind of luck!
If not for this, with his weak character and inability to do anything, his life would have been a mess long ago.

How could it be like this now? At least in Shiwan Village, they were one of the well-off families.

Of course, Fang Hongan doesn't envy this kind of good thing, nor does he want to get involved, or even have anything to do with it.

So, even though they are uncle and nephew, Fang Hongan thinks it would be best if they were just strangers.

Since he had taken the initiative to come to him, basic courtesy should be observed. Fang Hongan called him "Uncle" indifferently.

Fang Qingshan, who had hurried over all the way, sighed twice and then spoke:

"Hong'an! I heard...you went to your uncle's place in the county town?"

　The simplified version of the Oxford Advanced Learner's Dictionary was probably not published in 84. For convenience, I have used it here in advance. I hope you don't mind.

　　Uh...if you mind, just consider it the traditional Chinese version, it has been around for a long time!

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