In the second half of 1975, some honest peasants who used to love the collective so much seemed to love the collective production team so much.

The social climate is beginning to change quietly.

There are a lot of millers in the crop field, and there are crop men who desert.

I worked for half a day without a single sweat!

You can see a lot of such men in the crops along the way.

The motivation of people to work began to become less passionate.

Why do you work so hard, who is a second-rate person in the village, who works hard and gets the same work as himself, this is not interesting at all.

As soon as this emotion flares up, many people seem to be contagious.

In addition, all kinds of little people in the village suddenly became prosperous in this era, and they took turns to fool around in the production team village, talking about big things and being unrealistic, but there were five people and six people.

It's up to them to do the work.

As a result, some of the weeds in the current crop fields are as high as the seedlings, so the commune's grain industry began to reduce its production year by year.

It is eaten scarcely when the farm is slack, and it is also eaten when the farm is busy.

The food of the production team is completely insufficient for the members of the society, and they even have to start eating the national grain "relief".

Some old people are shaking their heads, and those people shout passionate propaganda every day, but the collective land is fooling, as a child's play, look at the ground, there is no bottom fertilizer, the crops are all large lumps, that is a crop!

Zhangjiahe Village, Pengbu Town.

Zhang Xingxing was born and grew up in a child, this is a remote place, and it is inconspicuous in the thousands of villages in the ancient land of China.

At noon, Zhang Xingxing borrowed the bicycle of the deputy director of the wood factory, spent two packs of cigarettes and a few tea eggs, and he went back to his home this afternoon, and he had already sent home the wages of the construction company.

This time, he went to do the tea and egg business, and the money he originally sent to his family was not sent, this time he was ready to come back in person, by the way, look at the home of this era, the home of this era, the memory is suffering, very bitter, and some details have been forgotten, but he has never forgotten, the past seems to be yesterday, even if he has experienced so many eras later, what wild eras, reckless eras...... The Internet era, the era of entrepreneurship...... He has not forgotten this home in this intervening era, where there is a place for his childhood.

Ride all the way down country lanes.

I saw someone on the way, thanked for being a little familiar, and then Zhang Xingxing immediately recognized him.

That's the rich man in the village, this old man has a long life in the future, and he has lived to more than nineties.

Now that he is not rickets, his hair and teeth have not fallen out, this reversal of time makes Zhang Happy feel really magical.

"Rich and noble!"

"Yo, it's a happy melon baby!"

"Happy baby, you are developed, you are riding a bicycle, this guy has to be two hundred yuan, tsk, or be a worker!"

I don't know how much it costs, because I didn't buy it, I borrowed it. ”

"Oh, it's not yours!"

The old man's face returned to normal, he was very surprised just now, this baby's house is about to collapse, and he used money to buy a bicycle, isn't that a loser, he is very despised in his heart, but then he is relieved, this grandson can't afford to buy a bicycle even if he is a worker.

Thinking too much about yourself.

I don't know what the old man was thinking just now, as Zhang Xingxing, who is currently a junior, has to take the initiative to greet the elders.

If you don't say hello, it is estimated that the backbone of the back will be rotten in the village, and these titles are very important in this era.

The people in the village care about this, and they think that if you become a worker in the town, you will look down on people, and if you are promising, you will not be a thing.

"Fuguibo, you're coming back from the commune market, right?"

"That's right. Happy melon baby, rich and noble uncle occasionally goes to the morning market in the town, where the price of vegetables is higher, I originally wanted to go to you, but I was afraid that your factory was busy, so I didn't go, you are now a worker, it is really promising, I think you were still such a stinky doll a few years ago, and you have grown so big in a blink of an eye. ”

"Hey-ha. ”

The old man constantly emphasized Zhang Xingxing's identity and income as a worker.

At the beginning of last year, Zhang's father asked someone to find a relationship and let Zhang Xingxing enter the town to build a woodware factory, which was a high promotion for the people of Gaojiahe Village, and the child changed from a farmer to a worker.

Past.

With the closure of the Wood Workshop soon after, Zhang Xingxing returned to the village and became a farmer again, a peasant carpenter, and the identity of the so-called worker drifted away with the wind.

It was originally a positive textbook, but it became a negative textbook in the village.

Their family was originally a family that everyone in the village thought would live a good life, but they lost the iron rice bowl of the workers, and once again became an extremely poor family.

This rich uncle's family is different, their family has always been a prosperous family since he remembers, but his later years are worse, because his last son is not very angry, he is idle all day long, there is a card table where there is him, the son is like that, the grandson can be good, so the generation is not as good as the generation.

However, his family's life is really good now, and when other families can't eat enough, their family still has vegetables to sell in the commune's morning market, all because his family has more land for themselves.

And the self-reserved land is mostly because he gave birth to many daughters, and the daughter got married, but he also occupied the self-reserved land of the married daughter, and the daughter's self-reserved land was originally to be set out, and it was collectively set aside at the other end of the son-in-law's house, but the old man did not let the daughter's self-reserved land be demarcated.

The six daughters have been married, and he dragged them all in his hands, and the old men who married and kept their own lands were all detained, and the old men were very fierce to their sons-in-law, and they originally had sons-in-law to pass, but they were frightened away by the fierce appearance of the old man.

Now, he Zhang Fugui is not interested in the work of the collective, and he is letting the remaining two daughters who have not yet married to work hard to earn work, while he stays in his own land to work, and the crops in his own land are applauded, dark green onions, snow-white round radish, green wheat seedlings, compared with the crops of the collective production team, that is the difference between art and coarse cloth.

He often went to the commune's morning market to sell some money, and his income was not bad, much better than his own farming on collective land.

Their house is now the best in the village, eight daughters, he let them just go to a first and second grade elementary school, some didn't even study, and then they all gave him a job, his house is a yellow brick house earned by his daughters one by one, but the only one in the village, he only let his last son still go to school, in his eyes, what's the use of his daughter reading too much, that's not a family member.

When the old man praised himself for being a worker, his family was going to become more and more prosperous, Zhang happily smiled and said, "Uncle Fugui, our family is in a tight situation, and the earthen tile house is about to collapse." ”

This old man likes smiling tigers, you want to offend him, he likes to arrange people behind his back, Zhang Xingxing is enthusiastic about this rich uncle, but there is a wall in his heart, don't get any praise from him, don't say anything about yourself behind your back.

This old man can be prosperous in the village in two moments.

After politely warming up, bidding farewell to the old man, riding a bicycle, Zhang Xingxing quickly arrived at Zhangjiahe Village, the dilapidated village that has not yet been demolished by the construction of the new countryside, the fastest place in childhood, ah, the first hometown!