Time flies quickly, whether it is in the author's pen or in reality, it walks too fast, and year after year passes in a hurry.

Two years have passed in a blink of an eye, Liu Wenjing is still single, and her parents have come back several times, but they have been sent away by him several times.

He often said to his parents: While I can walk, I still have some money, you go out for a walk, take a look at the scenery of this world, you worked hard for me in the first half of your life, and now let me add some different colors to you.

In the past two years, Liu Wenjing has lived a very fulfilling life, completely a salted fish, sometimes meeting the three brothers, drinking beer and skewers, and sometimes drinking all night at the old village chief's house.

In his spare time, he would also take a boom, take an unknown ancient book, stay on the village stream for a few hours, and occasionally catch a fish, he would be happy for a long time, but in the end the fish was released by him.

The depression was almost cured, and he went to the city several times, and he no longer felt depressed——!

The origin of the ancient book is a bit legendary, it was bought from an antique stall when he was in college, it is said that it has a history of 100 years, it is an old object at the beginning of the century, and the book is priced at two cents and four cents, and it cost more than a dozen yuan when he bought it.

Interestingly, the content of this book is very interesting, it is about some company visions and hypothetical setting of business plans, the ideas are very avant-garde, even novel, some things Liu Wenjing feels incredible when he reads them, it is simply super brainstorming can only be thought of,

Distant relatives and neighbors are an app that Liu Wenjing discovered and successfully operated from this book, which is very successful.

Now he is working on the agriculture chapter of the book, which is the essence of the whole book, and it is also the largest and most profound thematic project, which describes a vision of agriculture that is far beyond reality.

According to the operation of this plan, it may really be possible to realize the unification of agriculture in the end, so as to truly achieve the goal of dividing the north and the south and agriculture without borders.

Liu Wenjing read it very seriously, and there were many words that he did not know very well, such as the word "agricultural depression," which appeared most frequently in the book, which he did not understand and had never heard of; and "economic depression," which he knew, but he did not understand the agricultural depression.

At the head of the village, the car came, the people left, and Liu Wenjing silently put down the book under the shade of the tree, and his eyes drifted away with the car and the people.

"Second child, let's go, drink and go to ——!," shouted the old village chief, who had just sent away a group of young women.

I heard that the men in the village were promising, but I was not at ease, for fear that the outside world would tempt my own men, and I also heard that the girls in the city wore very bold clothes, and their clothes were said to cover only three points on their bodies, for fear that their men would split their legs;

"Don't live in your old house, it's time to find a daughter-in-law, the housing prices in the whole town have been very cheap in the past two years, and you can buy a building for tens of thousands. The old village chief drank a little too much, and talked a lot.

The exchange of housing prices in cities for gold is still in short supply, and the villages and towns are completely dirty, and the price of cabbage is not yet wanted.

Liu Wenjing: "Don't worry, I'm talking about the habit of living in the old house, and I may not be able to sleep well in a different place", he raised his glass and touched the old village chief.

"Hey, you boy, I know you're a capable man, and you'll always leave——!" the old man swallowed.

Ahem –

The old village chief coughed violently——!

"Slow down, you old thing——!" The old lady next to her couldn't stand it, and snatched the old man's wine glass.

"Let me drink, let me drink to death——!" The old village chief raised the bottle and was about to blow it to his mouth.

Hey——!

Liu Wenjing snatched the wine bottle with his hand and blew it empty——!

I coughed violently——!

"The earth is dead, dead at my hands——!" the old man roared.

- It's dead——! hoarse.

——

Hey——!

"The second master is too uncomfortable" Liu Wenjing staggered away from the old village chief's house, her eyes were blurring, and the roar of the second master was still ringing in her ears.

Indeed, the land is dead, and the peasants who used to work on it have left it, and are now covered with weeds, and the cities are stretching again, and the land is losing its vitality, and there are large tracts of all kinds of construction waste.

The black land, the vitality is not there, is it really dead?

A year has passed, Liu Wenjing is 26 years old this year, and depression has completely left him; Xinglong Village is very deserted when the New Year comes, and there are originally 3,000 or 4,000 villages and towns here, but now there are less than 200 left.

And this year is the turn of the century, the thirtieth should be particularly lively, especially on Thursday, is the big gathering of the village, in previous years such a day of two plus one, the village in the north-south road is crowded with people, all kinds of New Year's goods piled up; now there are only three or three twos of the stalls, surrounded by four or five gray-haired old people.

At Liu Wenjing's house, the firecrackers sounded on time, the second grandmother was busy pasting Spring Festival couplets, and the old village chief was squatting at the door with his big cigarette pouch, squinting and basking in the sun.

Liu's father and mother are busy in the kitchen, preparing meals, and the family rarely gets together from the beginning of the year to the end of the year;

Liu's parents are now famous travel experts, and they also fall in love with walking around, especially Liu Wenjing.

It is rare to get together for a few months a year, so it is natural to cook a good meal, while Liu Wenjing moves a stool and dries salted fish next to the old village chief.

"There has been no snow all winter, and the coming year will not be good!" the old village chief took a puff of cigarette and spit out the smoke rings, a little worried about the farming work in the coming year.

- A warm winter is a good thing for other people, but it is a bad omen for those who work in agriculture.

"Worry, those acres of land in your family ——!," Liu Wenjing asked.

"At such an age, it's time to rest," he said.

"Hey——! farmers don't farm, what kind of farmers are they" The old man was very stubborn, threw off his big cigarette pouch, and went into the house.

"What a stubborn old man, but I really want to find a way to change it" Liu Wenjing patted his ass and entered the house.

- Serve the food——! Liu's mother shouted in the kitchen.

- Soon a plate of delicious dishes was served on the table, and the table was very large, and it was made from a large panel on a small table, which was enough to hold a dozen or twenty dishes.

"Happy New Year——! Dad Liu picked up the coke: "Come on, cheers, everyone wishes a good harvest next year", the familiar greetings, but this year has a different taste.

"This year, your father and I went to Yunnan, Guizhou, Sichuan and other places, where the scenery is really beautiful: I heard that there are many characteristic ethnic minority villages, but unfortunately when we went, those villages were relocated, and the terraced fields on the mountainside were deserted, which felt a pity" Liu's mother was talking about the mountains and rivers of the motherland, and where did they go there this year.