It took three days for Fan Yang to be sure that he was reborn.

To be precise, it should be called crossing.

A car accident actually traveled back to 1992, Sichuan, a peasant family.

Except that his name is also Fan Yang, he has nothing to do with his previous life.

More than half a month passed in a blink of an eye, and in 1992, shortly after the Spring Festival, there were still ice ballast hanging on the eaves.

Early in the morning, the dilapidated wooden door was squeaked open, and an eight-year-old girl, wearing a red jacket, walked in.

"Brother Fan Yang, your mother told you to get up and eat. ”

This is the little girl from the neighbor's house in the village, who gets up early in the morning and goes around the door, she looks dark but very cute.

"Okay. ”

Turn over and get up.

Since rebirth has become a reality, I simply accept it.

Although he was only reborn into the body of a wild boy in the countryside, Fan Yang was indescribably satisfied with his body.

It's so healthy.

In his previous life, his physique was very poor, even if he had a successful career, he ate nothing but the delicacies of the mountains and seas every day.

Insomnia, dreams, nervous breakdown, and before the age of forty, he died.

And now this body, although it is not handsome, but the facial features are at least upright, the same 176 cm, 17-year-old age, but the weight is 138 pounds.

It is a brick house in the countryside, a hall, two bedrooms, flanked by a pigsty kitchen and septic tank, and the family eats in the hall.

There was a pot of steaming white rice porridge and a small plate of bacon on the table, and the little girl knelt on the bench, half of her body lying on the table, drooling there.

But no one paid any attention to her.

Fan Yang's mother, with an apron tied around her waist, was serving rice to a bowl, first serving a bowl to her hemiplegic grandfather, sandwiching a few slices of bacon, and then serving a big bowl to Fan Yang.

And she herself, with two salted vegetables, sat on the threshold and ate them.

Fan Yang was already familiar with this home, so he sat down to eat.

The little girl drooled a long string of saliva, seeing that only the last piece of shiny bacon was left in the bowl, she couldn't help it, and asked, "Brother, what are you eating?"

"Hehe, you don't care what I eat. ”

But smiling, Fan Yang still picked up the last piece of bacon with chopsticks and put it into the little girl's mouth.

When his mother saw this, she said, "What are you feeding her for? ”

This is just a piece of bacon, which is also very precious to the current family.

Especially at this stage, the situation at home is not optimistic, and an accident has caused half of the family to collapse at once.

The reason is that this Fan Yang's father, who didn't know what he had done, went to Yunnan to do some business, and was caught and sentenced to eight years.

His brother, Fan Wei, lives in the town and runs a leather store, and the work at home falls on Fan Yang, who is seventeen or eighteen years old.

crossed over, and naturally fell on the current Fan Yang.

So Fan Yang still said very consciously: "I went to repair the pigsty." ”

"Well, be careful, I'll clean up and help you. ”

The mother's face showed a hint of relief, after falling from the tree, I don't know what happened, my little son, as if he was a different person, felt a lot more diligent, and knew the Gu family.

But there was a lot of silence all day long, often expressionless, always thinking about things.

It feels stranger and stranger.

Fan Yang pushed up a wheelbarrow behind the house, picked up a chisel and a hammer, walked for more than ten minutes on the machine plow road in the field, came to a quarry at the foot of the mountain, and brought back the stone camels that had been chiseled two days ago.

I don't want to be sweaty and active.

But it didn't take long for two bowls of porridge to be consumed in the morning.

"I'm so hungry. ”

Just thinking like this, he heard someone behind him call him: "Fan Yang, Fan Yang." ”

A boy of the same age, seventeen or eighteen years old, black and strong, ran over like a treasure.

is missing a door, and the mystery of lifting the clothes is mysterious, so that Fan Yang can take a look.

There were two sweet potatoes in it, and it was still stained with a layer of fine mold ash of white velvet.

The real name of the missing door is Xie Yong, in the limited memory of Fan Yang in his previous life, although he is the same age, this missing door almost grew up behind his ass.

barely finished elementary school, his father fell ill and died, his mother ran away with someone else, and a grandmother depended on each other.

Conditions are very difficult.

He doesn't have much to do about himself, he doesn't have too many ideas at this age, he is full and hungry, and he plays crazy behind Fan Yang's ass all day long.

And rural children in this era, the so-called play, nine times out of ten, is related to eating.

When the peaches are ripe and the peaches are picked, whatever fruit is ripe will find a way to steal, the corn is ripe and the corn is roasted, the peanuts are ripe and the peanuts are picked, and the summer is the happiest, you can go to the river to take a bath, catch frogs, fish for yellow eels, and eat whatever you catch anyway.

One bite to eat is satisfied.

"Go, go, go. ”

Even if he only carried two sweet potatoes from the cellar, it was very precious to lack one, so he pulled Fan Yang and walked behind the mountain.

There is no way, reborn into a rural family in Sichuan, Fan Yang is really depressed, as the saying goes, rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, rely on the water to eat water, although the Sichuan Basin has a humid climate, it is located in a hilly area, and the slopes are so barren that I can't bear to look at it directly.

For more than half a month, he was simply hungry.

The two went to the hillside, set up a fire, and roasted sweet potatoes to eat.

But I still feel like I'm just stuffing my teeth.

"Why don't we catch a duck?" he swallowed and had another bad idea.

"Don't think so much, help me move the stones. ”

The two of them were busy all day, lying in their own tiled house at night, and in their current home, there was not even a TV, and there was a pitiful lack of entertainment.

I'm so poor, it seems that I have to plan for my future life sooner.

In today's era, especially small commodities, are in a golden age, and there are great differences in regions, and it is not difficult to make money.

Moreover, Fan Yang's work experience, the development trajectory of the next few decades, and the endless wealth commodities are all in his heart, and he doesn't need to invest in real estate and stocks.

It is also the trade and manufacturing industry, which made its fortune most rapidly.

In his memory, Fan Yang seems to have an older brother who runs a leather workshop in the town.

It may be the reason for rebirth, time and space disorder, there is a part of the memory left in this body, and I recalled it carefully in my mind, and many things were slowly recalled.

Recalling the past, Fan Yang couldn't help but smile.

"It seems that my cheap dad is half a peer with my former self. ”