1994, late June.

It rained heavily overnight, and the morning light shone through the Paulownia leaves into the wooden window frames, which seemed a bit obscure, as if the black and white in the film camera were rusted and slag-free in the old days.

The quiet countryside under the paulownia trees gradually became energetic. The farmers wearing straw hats were carrying hoes and barefoots, walking on the muddy mechanized road.

Three or five crawling in the fields, the little kids rolling in the mud were living every house. The little bride was dragged by a few boys, and the clamor was particularly cheerful in the quiet morning.

The old village chief opposite the door rushed out early with dry tobacco. The bamboo frame was filled with green and red peppers, eggplant and edamame.

He said hello to the neighbor who was passing by with the scalper and brushing his teeth under the eaves, Lin Yi finished washing up at this time.

I went into the house and set up my toothbrush and cup, washed my face with a towel, then rubbed my face towel, wrung it out and spread it on a wooden face wash stand.

Today’s Eight Immortals table is quite rich, with two dishes: one stir-fried bacon with green and red peppers, and the other is green onion tofu.

Looking at the familiar dishes in my memory, Lin Yi sighed in his heart, "It's still here."

After choosing a position to carry the door, he looked at his father who was wearing a suit around him and asked, "Are you leaving?"

Hearing this, Lin Xicai, the first person in the top, was a little stunned and said, "Do you know everything?"

"It's not a strange thing, is it difficult to guess?"

In the month after his grandparents passed away, Lin Xicai has been rummaging through boxes and selling valuable things from his family. More than one neighbor has asked Lin Yi privately.

"I heard that your dad is going to work a side job in another place?"

"Your dad is going to take his new wife away and fly away every day?"

"Lin Yi, will you follow him?"

…

Lin Xicai's thoughts were revealed and he was a little unnatural, but after all, he was old and he was only restored to the past after a while.

He looked at Lin Yi and sighed and said, "When he was young, he always wanted to try his best to change his destiny. He went into the sea from the power station to do oil pressing business, and later he worked as a pig slayer and tailor.

I've been ups and downs all the way, and now I've found that changing my destiny is a false paradox for me. The final traces constitute my bumpy life. All changes are just a process without results..."

Speaking of this, Lin Xicai was silent for a while and said, "I'm not willing."

These experiences of his father are vague memories of Lin Yi who was reborn, and because of the age of time and the ambiguous details, they cannot be investigated in depth.

In Lin Yi's heart, his father is no different from the countless little intellectuals these days. He has his own little arrogance, but he looks up at the mountain and feels secretly happy and confused about the changes of the times.

Because of the lack of imagination of the future, I let my destiny drive myself to wander around, go with the flow, but feel uneasy.

But Lin Yi has been back for half a year after he was reborn, and his whitewashing words are naturally true and will not be so easy to fool.

Even in Lin Yi's heart, this father loves to do things.

I don’t want to work in a good power station, and I learn to go into business. Over the years, the two apprentices I have brought have little assets, but I am alone.

Kill a pig, the neighbors I used to pick have learned to become a serious butcher, pushing tricycle to sell meat every day. They live a good life, but he didn't get the butcher anymore.

Lin Yi picked up a piece of meat and swallowed it slowly before saying, "What's the use of saying this? Isn't it for the three thousand dollars left to me by grandparents? Don't even think about these, I want to use them for study."

Once again, Lin Xicai's thoughts were exposed. Lin Xicai's face froze and his chopsticks were slowing down when he picked up vegetables. However, he still argued: "There are more than two acres of ginger at home, three pieces of rice ginseng from land, and a fish pond. These are all money when they are produced."

Lin Yi squinted his eyes and chewed the pepper flakes and retorted vaguely: "I want to plant two acres of ginger, and three pieces of rice ginseng are left by the deceased grandparents; the grass in the fish pond is usually the aunt who is opposite the door to greet him, and you have never stretched out a hand..."

Lin Xicai, who knew that he was in the wrong, couldn't tell me, but he still didn't give up: "But these are all money that's enough for your tuition and miscellaneous expenses in your senior year. I'll give me the 3,000 yuan outside and earn multiples to send it back."

"Ha, do you believe this?" Lin Yi couldn't help but speak in a sarcastic tone.

Lin Xicai shouted money every day, and said he was making money outside every year. After so many years, Lin Yi had never seen a red silk.

The money earned was either used to buy suits, leather shoes, mousse, or he used it to eat and drink outside.

Of course, he also found a stepmother for Lin Yi.

In my memory, Lin Xicai has not bought a piece of clothing for Lin Yi in the past eight years. And Lin Xicai seems particularly reasonable about this matter, and he always puts his neck on his neck and says:

"Your aunt and uncle bought you so many new clothes, but you don't need my one."

...

This breakfast was spent in a quarrel between father and son over three thousand dollars...

The process was a bit noisy, but it turned out to be a little disgusting: I saw a "clang, clang, clang, clang..."

In the end, Lin Xicai, who was still furious, swept his hands and turned over the Eight Immortals table. The dishes, rice bowls, chopsticks, and enamel cups on the table all hit the ground, and the broken tiles instantly splashed the entire main hall.

One stood and the other sat, staring at the big eyes, and the small wooden house was very quiet for a moment.

Looking at the red and green on the ground, after a long time, Lin Yi stood up and left the gate.

Of course, money is impossible.

…

Lin Xicai still left, and there was also a mother and daughter who left together.

Based on the experience of the previous life, Lin Yi knew that if he did not deliberately change his trajectory in this life, neither the father nor the son would meet again in the next long time.

But Lin Yi didn't care about these things at all. He had happened once in his previous life and had no time to worry about them in his life.

Because he had more important things to do, Lin Yi, who was busy in the fields these days, found that the ginger with a gratifying rise actually had several ginger plague seedlings.

This is an amazing event. You should know that ginger plague is easily contagious and is the nemesis of ginger. Lin Yi dare not be careless at all.

These acres of ginger are the lifeblood, not only related to the tuition fees for future study.

It is also related to the capital and future hope for the next life plan.

When it comes to summer in the south, the light rain as sticky as silk thread cannot be stopped just by stopping.

He frowned at the debris all over the ground and put the cultural shirt with "Zhou Huimin" printed on his chest into his pants.

Lin Yi picked up the brown bamboo hat and put it on his head; he pulled the white plastic and draped it on his shoulder with a rope.

Bent over and rolled the obscure labor cloth trousers to the knees.

Carrying a load of lime, holding a pair of scissors in his left hand, he stepped barefoot into the drizzle.

Speaking of ginger, the price has not been good in recent years. Especially last year, no one collected a dime or a pound, and many of them were rotten in the cellar.

But this year is different. In my memory, the golden bachelor in the sixth group of the production team was envied by people because he sold nearly 10,000 yuan in more than acre of ginger.

Many people said "angrily" afterwards, "I've been lucky enough to step on the dog, and I'm the kind I haven't seen in ten years."

Well, it's really a lucky dog.

After selling the ginger, the bachelor in his thirties miraculously had a wife and son, and he changed from one person to three.

Well, although it is a second-marriage woman, it is not even a white and rich woman, and she likes to be a father.

But in the eyes of those bachelors, they also reached the peak of their lives.

Because the thoughts of neighbors in the village are too deep in my memory.

In this time, in this remote countryside.

A few months ago, Lin Yi, who had just been reborn, could not think of any other way out for a short time. After seeing the golden bachelor planting ginger as expected and giving up rice.

So despite the opposition of my grandparents, I gave up the rice in the two hills.

In fact, for rural people, the requirements for planting ginger are not very high, and it is a diligence.

When planting, make sure the soil is high in fertilizer, grasp the density, spend more time pulling weeds, loosening the soil, irrigating good water, and applying fertilization. With a combination of punches, it can basically be produced with high yields.

Of course, it is unlucky to encounter ginger plague, root rot and spot diseases. If you are not careful, you may lose the particles.

When he arrived at the place where the disease was discovered, Lin Yi bent down and began to take a closer look, without caring about the rain floating on his neck.

After a long time, Lin Yi, who had changed many positions, his tense face relaxed.

After straightening my waist, I noticed that the plastic cloak behind me had already curled up to the side, and the wet Yeliang pressed against his back tightly.

In the rain, it's cool.

Although the effect of squeezing lime on a drizzling day may not be satisfactory, he cannot help.

Lin Yi took a breath after densely covering the lime that had been stirred with water for more than ten meters.

Next was another busy morning, after all, the area of ​​more than two acres of land would take some time.

In the past, grandparents helped to share the burden. Now, after a few hours, I am really tired, mainly because I bent over too often.

When I got home, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

I fryed a plate of leeks and river shrimps, an enamel cup of well water, and a bowl of leftover rice.
Chapter completed!