Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Chapter 1 1980, a blank era
Wan Feng felt like he was having a dream.

His body was floating in the sky like the wind, surrounded by clouds and mist, and he couldn't see anything clearly, and the whole world was dead silent, and there was no sound.

The fact that he can't see the world and the ground makes him very uneasy, and he tries hard to find a sustenance point in the clouds and mists.

Suddenly, there was a whining sound from below.

The sound was like a sharp sword tearing away the clouds around him, allowing him to see the scene below.

Below is the wilderness against the backdrop of white snow, and a train is really speeding across the wilderness with white smoke.

Wan Feng's body fell rapidly from the sky uncontrollably, like a shooting star, he plunged headlong towards the carriage...

Wan Feng opened his eyes with a bang, and scanned his surroundings in horror.

He was covered in cold sweat and his heart was beating wildly.

What caught my eye was the dimly lit carriage and countless drowsy people in the carriage, and then I heard a monotonous sound of what's more.

After waking up for about a minute, he realized that he was sitting on a train.

Looking around, the mother is holding the younger sister on the opposite side, leaning against the back of the chair and sleeping, and the younger sister's small head wrapped in a scarf is sleeping like a kitten in the mother's arms.

On his left is his younger brother who is sleeping with his head leaning against the corner of the seat and the wall of the carriage, with half a foot of drool dripping from his mouth.

Seeing his relative Wan Feng was dumbfounded. Why are the younger brother and sister so young while the mother is so young?

And where is this?who am I?Where am I?
He remembered that he took a bus to Tianyang, the provincial capital, to see his son. He took a bus, not a train!

His son is about to graduate from university and is doing an internship in Tianyang City, the provincial capital. He rented a room with his girlfriend. He is worried about going to see it.

He came out of his house and bought a ticket to the provincial capital. He remembered that the bus had an accident on the highway and collided with a truck, and then it ran out of the guardrail of the highway and fell into a ditch. He seemed to have passed out at that time.

But now...

"Feng'er, are you awake?"

His mother, who was only in her 30s now, looked at him tenderly.

"Mom! Where are we going?"

"My child, I'm sleepy and sleepy. Aren't we going to your grandma's house?"

Wan Feng scratched his head and finally remembered.

It was the winter of 28, to be exact, on the night of the [-]th of the twelfth lunar month of [-], they were sitting on the train from Longjiang Province to Beiliao Province.

He was 13 years old that year.

Am I born again?Back to [-]?

Wan Feng also read some time-travel and rebirth novels on the Internet when he was free. He just watched it for fun. He didn't believe that there was such a thing as time-travel and rebirth in this world.

But I didn't expect such a thing to happen to him!
Wan Feng's father was one of the hundreds of thousands of demobilized soldiers when the Great Northern Wilderness was reclaimed. Both his father and mother were from Beiliao Province. When his father was demobilized, his mother followed him to the Great Northern Wilderness at that time.

After more than ten minutes of recalling, Wan Feng finally confirmed that he was really reborn, and he returned to the time when he was 13 years old.

Faced with the question of rebirth, Wan Feng was hesitant at first, not knowing how to face the current situation.

In his previous life, Wan Feng lived a mediocre life, living in a low-middle income level in the countryside, and his life was ordinary.

To be honest, that was not the life Wan Feng wanted.

But due to his limited ability, he couldn't make any waves, so he could only do nothing.

I thought this would be the end of my life, but such an absurd thing as rebirth unexpectedly happened.

But this age of rebirth is too painful, and too young! What can he do at the age of 13?Even if he was reborn to the age of sixteen or seventeen, it would be fine!

Thinking of this, Wan Feng's heart not only did not relax but became heavy.

Wan Feng's grandma's home is by the sea in the south of Beiliao Province.

From Wu County, Longjiang Province, where Wanfeng's family lives, to the destination of their trip: a production team called Wahou in Yongshi Commune, Hongya County, on the coast of southern Beiliao Province. The distance between the two parties is [-] miles. Three days and three nights, in the middle of Harbin City, you have to transfer to the train from Harbin City to Dawan City, a coastal city in Beiliao Province.

After another day and night after changing trains, they got off the train at a place called Gai County.

Hongya County, where Wanfeng lives, is not accessible by train, so they had to get off at Gai County, a neighboring county of Hongya County, and take a passenger car to Hongya. The distance between Gai County and Hongya is 240 miles.

After another four hours in the bus, the family of four finally arrived in Hongya County at noon on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

At that time, the township was still called Commune. The Yongshi Commune where Wan Feng’s grandma lived was fifty miles away from Hongya County and bordered on the Gushan Commune. Many years later, the name of the Warrior Commune was replaced by another name, Wujia, and after a few years, there were two communes. also merged together.

Wan Feng's grandma lived at the junction of the two communes, and Gushan would be closer to his grandma's house in a straight line, so they got off at the Gushan commune station.

The rest of the way can only be walked on two legs.

Passing through an orchard by a river, walking through the river called Yina River, and passing through a production team called Shanhou, they finally arrived at grandma's house on the first day of the new year.

The Wahou production team is a production team with relatively scattered households. Along a dirt road, there are miles and miles of people pulling out a front about two miles from the east end to the ditch.

Wan Feng's grandma's family lived in the third house on the east end. From the grandma's house to the east, there was a family surnamed Cong and a family surnamed Wang. After that, there was a field.

Dongtou is the old residential area of ​​the Wahou production team, because it is close to the Yina River and floods in summer, so almost all the people who built new houses in the later period moved to the ditch on the west side. Now Dongtou is now only There are more than ten households with more than ten children.

It was already past four o'clock in the afternoon on the first day of the Lunar New Year when Wan Feng's family of four arrived at grandma's house.

On the street in front of the gate of grandma's house, there were two or three children setting off small whips, and there were a few sporadic firecrackers.

Mother and younger sister went into grandma's house, but Wan Feng and younger brother didn't go in but got together with those children.

There was almost no barrier between the children, and Wan Feng went to play with the neighbor's children in a few words.

It's a pity that after only playing for a while, my uncle came out and dragged the two brothers into the house for dinner.

At that time, the countryside was still dominated by coarse grains. Although there were still corn flour pancakes during the Chinese New Year, Wan Feng's younger brothers and sisters couldn't eat them, but Wan Feng ate them quite deliciously.

The tiredness of traveling for several days finally hit him, and Wan Feng fell asleep on the kang after eating.

Early the next morning, children from two neighbors, one on the left and one on the right of my grandma's house, came to play with Wan Feng.

When Wan Feng came back from Longjiang, he was still carrying a pair of poker and a pair of very small chess pieces, which he planned to play with his grandma’s children when he arrived at his grandma’s house, but what disappointed Wan Feng was that the children here did not One can play.

They would play hoop skating and a game of chase called electrification.

At that time, Chinese New Year was the most exciting time for children. Not only could they wear new clothes, but they also had better food than usual, and most importantly, there were firecrackers.

It seems that children in the later period don't even like setting off firecrackers. Wan Feng remembered that his son never went outside to set off firecrackers every New Year.

The kid called the blacksmith still had a few small whips left in his pocket, and the kids ran into the street and yelled and crackled, and then they lit up, and then they stared wide-eyed.

"Are you rich?" a child named Cong Xicheng from the neighbor's left asked Wan Feng.

Wan Feng nodded and said yes, although the New Year was spent on the train, the mother still gave them the New Year's money. Wan Feng and his brother each had one yuan.

That was a lot of money for a kid in 1980.

One dollar can buy eleven comic books, twenty-five Erkijiao and twenty small whips with one hundred rings.

Wan Feng's father earned wages in the Corps. At that time, it was 47 yuan and [-] cents a month, which was considered a high-income group.

"Ah, you have one yuan!" Cong Xicheng and the blacksmith said enviously, their New Year's money is only ten cents.

"Then let's go to the co-op to buy a small whip?" The blacksmith's eyes glistened with gold.

The name of the blacksmith is Jiang Hongjun, and he is nine years old.When he was eight years old, he went to the brigade to play, and went to the blacksmith stove to watch the excitement. He felt that the blacksmith was very interesting, and he watched it all morning.

Who would have thought that he would pick up a matchmaker, a shovel and a match to forge blacksmiths after returning home. It is not good where you go for blacksmithing, and he chose a place.

Every household here burns grass for cooking and heating, and there are haystacks of different sizes stacked in front of every household.

Jiang Hongjun chose to strike iron under his haystack, and the consequences of lighting a match can be imagined. Fortunately, there was no wind that day and he discovered it early. In the end, only half of his haystack was burned.

Not to mention the beating, unexpectedly, the nickname of a blacksmith fell on his head out of thin air, and this nickname accompanied him until the day when his life ended at the age of 34.

The full name of the cooperatives mentioned by blacksmiths is rural cooperative supply and marketing cooperatives. Just like the shops everywhere now, they have almost disappeared in rural areas after 2000.

There is only one brigade in the supply and marketing cooperative, and it was the commercial center of the brigade back then.

The store of Jiangwei Brigade is in Xiaoshutun, two miles away from Wahou Brigade.

The blacksmith's suggestion was supported by all the children present, including Wan Feng's younger brother Wan Jun, but Wan Feng objected.

"Buy a fart, the cooperative is on holiday for the Chinese New Year, and it's useless to go there."

All the children were dumbfounded.

If you don’t have a small whip, go skating on the Yina River behind the house. Children are never too lonely.

The Yina River is 20 meters away from the backyard of Wanfeng’s grandma’s house. In winter, the Yina River is as smooth as a mirror, and the bottom of the river can be clearly seen at a glance.

Wan Feng played ice carts with them on the ice and skidded loudly.

There were a few children skating a mile away from them, but no one recognized who it was because of the distance.

Although Wan Feng's family claims to live by the Longjiang River, it is at least a hundred miles away from the river, and their company is built on a hillock, and it is also more than five miles away from the nearest river.

Therefore, he has hardly played on ice and has little experience growing up, so he had a great time playing.

(End of this chapter)