If you could live your life over again, how would you choose to live it? When investing in real estate, first set a small goal to earn 100 million? Study hard to lay the foundation from an early age, use your foresight to get the correct position among civil servants, and then guide the country to the top of life? Or accumulate funds to enter the stock market and become the richest man in the world...
Now Yang Dongxu tells you how to choose. The plan you just thought of is nonsense. How to have enough food now is the most important thing. Especially for a child under six years old.
Of course, all this has nothing to do with Yang Dongxu. He is still just a child, a child who looks confused and in extreme shock. It seems that he is possessed by a ghost. Soon his growling stomach pulled him into the real world.
Reborn... This was Yang Dongxu's first feeling.
He pinched himself hard, it hurt, it hurt a lot, and he was still hungry. The feeling of a cold wind blowing through his butt and his childhood memories overlapped to prove that none of this was fake.
Yang Dongxu is an employee of a state-owned enterprise. As an authentic rural boy born in the 1970s, he went to a brick kiln to carry bricks, and used a few acres of land at home to work as a vegetable farmer. Later, he caught up with the big wave of talented people with golden rice bowls going to work in the sea. I jumped in without hesitation and started a small business.
For example, I learned to repair bicycles and some electrical appliances with great foresight, but I didn’t have the spirit and long-term vision to keep up with the development of the times and was eliminated within a few years.
Finally, after many twists and turns, he joined a state-owned enterprise and became a glorious assembly line worker. He was still single in his forties, which is commonly known in rural areas as "scratched".
In fact, Yang Dongxu is still alive. He worked hard in the first half of the year. In the second half of the year, he took leave and bought a set of second-hand equipment to pretend to be an old donkey. He learned to go hiking with others. As a result, one of the team members disappeared not long after they went up the mountain.
During the search, he saw a bright light behind a big tree. He walked from front to back of the tree without seeing what the light was. He seemed to have traveled back in time and space to his childhood.
"Really reborn..." Yang Dongxu ran around inside and outside the adobe house, rushed out casually, looked at the surrounding bamboo forest and the familiar jujube tree, and Yang Dongxu couldn't tell what he felt in his heart.
It seemed like there was a bit of extreme ecstasy, but also a bit of sadness. My eyes were wet and I wanted to cry but couldn't. For a moment, I felt as if I had turned over a five-flavor bottle.
"Xu Zi, Xu Zi..." Several little kids wearing crotchless pants with runny noses shouted and ran over from the intersection.
All the children were wearing cotton trousers, with a rope tied around their ankles to prevent wind leakage. As for how to prevent wind in the open position, no one had considered this for the time being. A big toe could be vaguely seen in the worn cotton shoes, and the cuffs of the cotton-padded jackets on the upper body were used to wipe away snot from time to time. Shake it aside and hold it up to your nose to act as a rag...
"Where are you going to play?" Yang Dongxu was stunned for a long time before he could react.
These few in front of me are all childhood friends and can be regarded as my cousins, but they are not close to each other. To be precise, the people in Yangjia Village are all related to each other. Grandpa's generation is almost all the same grandpa, otherwise the grandpa's grandpa must be the same grandpa.
"Do you want to join us in 'Zangma'?"
Zangmama is a rural dialect, which means hide-and-seek and touching the blind man are the two trump cards in childhood.
There are many people playing Tibetan Mama in rural areas, mainly because there are two or three children in each family, and there are even five or six children. Rural children don't go to school until they are seven or eight years old, and some even go to school when they are nine years old. Naturally, they play before going to school. Yang Dongxu only heard about kindergartens and nurseries when he was in junior high school, but now he can't even see them.
If there are a large number of people, naturally you cannot hide alone with others. Instead, you need to work in groups of two, first with the palms of your hands and then with the people on the backs of your hands. One team hides and the other searches. Rural areas are large, and mice can crawl into haystacks, trees, and fields as long as the holes are big enough. So after going back and forth a few times, an afternoon can easily pass.
"Xu Zi, who asked you to come out didn't let you have some air? Come in quickly and play by yourselves. Will I wait a few days for Xu Zi to get better before I can play with you?" A loud voice came from a distance, and several friends started talking. Dispersed.
In the distance, a short, fat rural woman came over holding a three-year-old girl. Behind him was a male laborer (a term for married or adult men in rural areas) who was not short in stature but slightly thin with oily skin.
The woman is of course Yang Dongxu's mother, Ran Yongying, the man is his father, Yang Ruxi, and in his arms is his little sister Dandan. In this era when there was no family planning, Yang Dongxu also had an older sister.
My sister Hongying went to her grandma's house the day before yesterday and hasn't come back yet. My sister Dandan is a little noisy at home. Yang Dongxu had a bad cold two days ago and almost developed pneumonia.
I took medicine in the morning and went to sleep. My mother was afraid that my sister would wake up Yang Dongxu, so she closed the door and took her out to have a short visit with the parents in the same village.
When my father came back at this time, it was obvious that the production team had nothing to do and held a summary meeting every two days. The main reason was that the production team didn't want to eat at noon, so they chatted all morning and then went back to each house to find their mothers.
Since last year, the big pot meal has ended. Every time I eat, there is a little more in this bowl and a little less in that bowl. My bowl is too thin and yours is thick. There are conflicts every day.
So the captain of the production team waved his hand and received rations according to work points. He took the grains and went home to cook, so as not to have a lot of weird words and fights every now and then over a grain of rice.
After being kicked back into the house, my father cooked a pot and my mother started cooking. Noodles with cabbage and cabbage were the theme of rural meals. The oil and water were pitiful. This was the treatment just after the Chinese New Year. Normally, there was no oil star at all when eating noodles.
Yang Dongxu, a big shot whose head is about the same size as his own, stuffed a bowl into it to feel a little full. He used a clean bowl as a tea cup and took another packet of medicine. After a while, Yang Dongxu fell asleep again.
Rural children have thick skin. After being weak for two days, they start to be active again after eating a few bowls of rice.
Yangjia Village is said to be a village, but it is better to say that it is a few large square houses. This house does not mean a large courtyard.
Instead, trenches were dug all around, leaving only a three- to four-meter entrance and exit in front for bullock carts to pass through. The trench is four to five meters wide and more than two meters deep. The water does not dry out all year round, forming a natural protection and feeling like a moat.
The square area surrounded by trenches in the middle is called a house. Basically, the people living in a house are people with the same surname, either the same grandfather, or the grandfather of the same grandfather.
Yangjia Village is not small, with four houses in total. The house where Yang Dongxu's family is located is in the south, so it is called the front house, followed by the back house, the east house and the west house.
The back house is the oldest house. Later, due to the large population, the families had to be separated after their sons got married, and gradually there were east house, west house and front house. Therefore, the seniority of the people in the back house is generally higher than that of the other three houses.
"Xu Zi, come to Yanghuo Pi, are you here to do it for real or not?" In the morning, he drank a whole steamed bun with soybean paste and filled it with a bowl of porridge. He just took his three-year-old sister by the hand when his mother shouted. After walking out of the house, a few little kids in the house ran over.
There are about twenty or thirty families in the South House. The older ones have all gone to school today, so there are still a dozen little kids like Yang Dongxu in the village who have not gone to school.
Matching skin means playing with matching skin. Matching skin is the piece of paper after the outer skin of an old matchbox is separated. A matchbox can be divided into two matching skins. There are various patterns and bright colors* *A collector's edition with beautiful features. It's only for you to see and not for play.
The matching leather has a pattern on the front, and the one without a pattern is on the reverse. Turn the stack face up and turn it down, fold it in the middle, and then throw it hard on the ground. The stacked match skins will bounce up when they hit the ground. After landing, the person who dropped it and put it back up will be considered the winner.
Then, without touching the match skin, fan the wind and sweep it from the side of the match skin. Use the wind to fan the front match skin to the reverse side, which is considered a win and taken away. If you don't fan it, the opponent will take it.
You can touch the ground with your hands, but you can't unbutton your cotton-padded jacket and leave it open for wind assistance. This is the rule. As for the real thing, it’s about who wins.
The fake thing is that whoever has the match skin takes it out and then divides it up and plays together. If there are more people, divide the hands into two teams. Rock, scissors and scissors decide who starts first. It will end until one team wins the match skin from the other team. If you want to play, continue dividing. restart. No matter who takes out the matching skin anymore, it still belongs to someone else.
"What's so fun about yanghuo skin? Let's go for a walk in the river to cool down?" Although Yang Dongxu's childhood skill was to slap yanghuo skin, he was unrivaled in Yangjia Village and even made his classmates cry when he went to school.
But as a person who pretends to be over 40 years old in his body, it's okay to recall his record of killing everyone when he was a child, but he really can't pull that face off now.
"If you don't go, my mother will beat me if she knows." Daliang shook his head, and the other children followed him and looked behind Yang Dongxu secretly.
Yang Dongxu stiffened, then turned around anxiously, and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that his mother had not gone out. This is the first month of the new year and the temperature starts to rise.
However, this year was obviously colder than previous years. Although the time for walking on the ice had passed, the Robinia River not far from Yangjiacun was still freezing and there was no problem for Gaba.
A group of little brats going to play on the ice is obviously prohibited by their parents, especially if there are no other adults watching. If they are caught and have their butts fried, it will definitely be inevitable.
"Go over there to discuss." Yang Dongxu waved his hand, as if he was taking the lead, and led five or six little kids to lead his sister outside the house. If you discuss things in front of your house, you might get beaten up by your mother before you leave, so it’s better to stay away and plan accordingly.
There is a bamboo forest outside the house. The adults are busy with home affairs at this time and they don't have to go to the fields in winter, so there is no one around. Yang Dongxu, Daliang and a few other friends squatted and surrounded the city.
"Does Daliang want to eat fish?" Yang Dongxu raised his eyebrows, looking like an old man tempting a little girl to see the goldfish, and Daliang was still a five-year-old boy.
