Yanei of Rebirth

Rice is white rice, a large bowl per person.The dish is fried pickled radish strips.

This is already very good, there are not many people in the entire Liujiashan brigade who can eat white rice.Most families eat sweet potato and rice.The so-called sweet potato rice, as the name suggests, is rice mixed with crushed sweet potato grains.The amount of sweet potato and rice depends on the family background of each family.If the rice is thicker, add less sweet potato and rice, and if the rice is thinner, add more sweet potato and rice.A small number of extremely poor families even eat sweet potatoes and rice.

There was no way to do this. At that time, it was a large-scale collective production, and the rice varieties had not been improved, so the yield was very low.Can only be adulterated with sweet potatoes in large quantities.Because sweet potatoes have high yields and relatively few pests, it is easier to get a bumper harvest.For many years, farmers in China, especially those in the south, have relied on sweet potatoes for their livelihoods.

For me, this meal is not bad, it tastes right.

Just time travel, the memory completely stays in the 21st century.I am tired of eating big fish and big meat.Such authentic pickled radish strips are really not easy to eat.I picked up the bowl and ate it, looking at my dad and smiling while eating. [

Seeing that I was eating well, my dad was also very happy. He patted my head, took out a "Flying Pigeon" brand cigarette and lit it.

In 36, being able to smoke cigarettes was a status symbol.People in rural areas generally smoke cigarettes, that is, they grow their own tobacco and bake it at home, and roll the shredded tobacco with paper to smoke, commonly known as "trumpet".They buy packs of cigarettes for appearance only when they go out. Most of them are "economy" for eight cents a pack or "torches" for ten cents a pack. "Flying Pigeon" smokes eight cents, which is considered a good smoke.Dad is a national employee, and Liujiashan has a reputation, so he should smoke a cigarette.However, his monthly salary is [-] yuan and [-] cents, and his mother's salary is roughly the same. He has to raise four children and honor his grandparents, which is a lot of expenses.The "Flying Pigeon" cigarette can't be smoked openly. When I'm at home, I sometimes smoke the "horn horn".

"Dad, why are you back today?"

The second sister asked while eating.

Dad is a typical loving father. In my memory of previous lives, he never beat our siblings and rarely scolded us.The siblings are very caring with their father.

"Oh, I'm going to Matang Bay to show a movie tonight."

Dad is a technician in a movie theater, specializing in repairing projectors and generators.But occasionally I need to go to the countryside to show movies.At that time, there were very few recreational activities in the countryside, only watching open-air movies and singing local operas.The county art troupe has limited manpower and rarely goes to the countryside to sing operas.Every commune and even brigades had their own art teams, but they were all very amateurish and lacked props. During the Cultural Revolution, only eight model operas were allowed to be sung.In comparison, open-air movies are much higher than local dramas in terms of the frequency of going to the countryside and the quality of viewing.The film projectionists who went to the countryside became capable people in the eyes of ordinary people.

The Matang Bay Brigade is next to the Liujiashan Brigade, and the dispatchers at the Xiangyang County Film Projection Management Station have a good relationship with my father. Whenever there are screening tasks in several brigades near Liujiashan, Dad will be arranged.It's a balance between public and private.

Matang Bay?

There was a flash of inspiration in my heart, and I vaguely felt that there was something, but I couldn't remember it for a while.

"Great, Dad, take us to Matang Bay to watch a movie at night."

The third sister cheered.

Dad smiled and nodded.

Most rural areas in China have patriarchal ideas, but my father is an exception, and he loves us siblings in general.Naturally, I am the youngest son, so I get more pampering.

"Oh, Teacher Liu is here."

Listening to the voice, I knew it was my class teacher, Teacher Yuan (I had been in class for half a day, at least I had already figured out what the teacher's last name was).

"Teacher Yuan."

Dad greeted her with a smile.

"Mr. Liu, how can I bear the burden of calling you that? You are my first teacher, so you should call me by my name." [

Teacher Yuan said with an exaggerated expression.

Hehe, I guessed right, Teacher Yuan is indeed Dad's student.

"Hehe, you are an official teacher now, what can you not afford? Besides, Xiaojun wants you to bother."

As soon as Xiaojun was mentioned, Teacher Yuan's eyes lit up immediately, as if he had picked up a treasure.

"Mr. Liu, to tell you the truth, your Xiaojun is definitely a child prodigy. His calligraphy is beautiful."

Dad smiled, thinking it was Teacher Yuan's casual flattery.This little Yuan is still too young, even if he wants to flatter him for being a good parent, he can still say something like being smart, hardworking, and listening carefully.She wanted to praise Xiaojun for his beautiful calligraphy.Practicing calligraphy is not an overnight effort.It has only been a few days since my son learned how to hold a brush, what kind of tricks can he write?

Teacher Yuan saw that his father was noncommittal, so he thought it was because of his high style and modesty.

"Ms. Liu, Xiaojun is really a good seed. Not only can he write well with calligraphy, but he is also good at arithmetic. Train him well, and he will be like you in the future, a national worker."

In [-], the country had not resumed the college entrance examination, and college students were a very distant concept for ordinary people.It is a great blessing to say that a child can become a national worker when he grows up.Teacher Yuan himself is probably still a private teacher, which is quite different from a public teacher.

My dad believed me when I said I was good at arithmetic.

I remember my dad told me more than once in my previous life that when I was only three or four years old, I could calculate addition and subtraction of integers within [-].Arithmetic in the first grade of elementary school, to me, is absolutely pediatrics in terms of past and present lives.

Seeing that the three of us wolfed down our meal, my father chatted with Teacher Yuan for a while, then he cleaned up the dishes and went back reluctantly.

During the three classes in the afternoon, I was almost thinking about Matang Bay. What is there to worry about?Fortunately, no matter how distracted I was, I was able to answer any of Teacher Yuan's questions fluently, and it didn't destroy the good impression I left in her mind.

When I was about to leave school, I suddenly remembered it.

Mr. Zhou!

Mr. Zhou from Matang Bay, in my previous life memory, is a remarkable figure in our Xiangyang County.

I don't know the exact name of Mr. Zhou.Because I have never dealt with him in the previous life, I have heard about Mr. Zhou's deeds from the mouths of the elders.He was a man of great learning, a top student at Renmin University of China, and a professor of party history at the Party School of the N Provincial Party Committee before the Cultural Revolution.

In my previous life, that is, after [-], professors gradually became less valuable.As for [-], it was definitely a big intellectual.Come to think of it, even college students are his disciples.

During the Cultural Revolution, Mr. Zhou was sent home to farm.Pity him as a professor who can't carry his shoulders or hands. How can he do the farm work of the production team?His health was poor, his temper was hard, and he refused to bow his head, so he suffered a lot.It turned out that the cadres of the brigade felt sorry for him. Seeing that he was a cultural person, they assigned him an easy job with credit points.Unexpectedly, he didn't appreciate it, and the cadres of the brigade didn't want to see him even more, leaving him to fend for himself.He ate his last meal all day long and was dressed in rags. How could he look like a city dweller?It's almost like a beggar.When everyone called him Mr. Zhou, it was more joking than respectful.

After the Cultural Revolution ended, Mr. Zhou was rehabilitated and resumed his work. Not long after, he served as the vice president of the Party School of the Provincial Party Committee, enjoying the treatment at the level of the department and bureau.That's all, many of the students he taught before the Cultural Revolution resumed their jobs and became leading cadres in various counties.The county party secretary of our Xiangyang County is his student.

But in [-], who could have predicted that Epilepsy Zhou (the polite people called Mr. Zhou to his face, curled his lips behind his back and called Epilepsy Zhou) would turn his life around and go back to the provincial capital to become a college student. What about the officer?If I knew it earlier, of course I would have to curry favor with others.

This "early knowledge" is very important, and I happen to be the "early knowledge" person. [

It is true that if you know three days ago, you will be rich and honored for thousands of years.

Such a large treasure is right in front of me, and it is absolutely impossible for me not to discover it.Although by the time I reach adulthood, Mr. Zhou will probably be retiring.But there is always some advantage in taking such a line, right?It's hard to say what the specific benefits are. In short, one more friend is definitely better than one more enemy.

Inspired by the bright prospect of getting to know Mr. Zhou, I took my second sister with one hand and the third sister with the other, and bounced back home.

As soon as I saw my dad, I suddenly realized a problem-how to tell him?

There must be a reason to take the initiative to get acquainted with Epilepsy Zhou.Could it be that I told my dad that this epileptic Zhou will soon have a fortune, and he will return to the provincial capital to become a high-ranking official, and if he doesn't make friends, he will pass this village and there will be no shop?To say that is purely courting death, and it would be strange if Dad didn't treat him as a psychopath.

I read a lot of time-travel novels in my previous life, but I haven't seen a time-traveler who dared to say the word "time-travel".

"Yezi, Xiaoyan, Xiaojun, come to dad to test you!"

Dad smiled and greeted us three siblings.

Hehe, in the memory of the previous life, Dad's expression is very familiar.When I was a kid, he used to do this every time he came home.Most of them are tests of addition and subtraction, and occasionally test characters.

Unexpectedly, after being reborn, at the age of 40, he would still play this kind of game with his father.There was an imperceptible wry smile on the corner of my mouth.But since this kind of "examination" can make dad happy, why not be a son.

"Li Liyuan on the grass..."

Dad opened his mouth and read.

Um?How to test Tang poetry?I'm only in the first grade of elementary school. Did my dad teach this poem before?Maybe I have taught it, the memory of my childhood in my previous life is too long, it is impossible to remember it so clearly.

"One year old, one dry and prosperous, the wild fire is endless, and the spring breeze blows and it is born again."

I followed my father and finished reading in one breath.Then I saw my dad, second sister (Liu Ye), and third sister (Liu Yan) staring at me with very strange eyes, as if they didn't believe it.

broken.I suddenly realized that my father was testing the second sister.She was in fifth grade and had learned this poem.It seems that you should be more careful before speaking in the future, otherwise you will reveal your flaws if you are not careful.

"Xiaojun, have you ever studied this poem?"

Dad asked with some doubts.

I scratched my head, thinking out of a hurry, and said with a smile, "I heard that my second sister has read it."

This explanation can barely be fooled.

Dad was happy, took out a few candies, and said with a smile: "I heard that the second sister can remember it after reading it. It's very good. I reward you with a candy."

This is also my father's usual trick. Every time I go home, I will buy a few candies and distribute them to our siblings.At that time, there were few kinds of candy, which were similar to fruit candy, but without the taste of fruit, it was just a piece of candy wrapped in a layer of colorful candy paper, commonly known as "paper-wrapped candy".Children in rural areas rarely eat it several times a year.

I took the candy and happily put it in my mouth, it was really sweet.

Dad saw our siblings happy, his eyes were full of kindness.

Eating this kind of paper-wrapped candy that I haven't tasted for at least ten years in my previous life, I suddenly had an idea.