June 1977, northwest of Shandong.

In a farmhouse in Wangzhuang Village, Nansi Commune, Gaoping County, there are two houses facing north and south side by side. There are a total of 5 rooms in the east, with blue bricks and green tiles, and the walls are mottled, so you can see that the history of the building is not short at a glance. On the west side are 4 north houses, one west house, bluestone as the base, adobe as the wall, and the roof is red tile, which should be a newly built house. The two houses are separated by a wall with a small door that connects the east and west courtyards.

At this time, in the west room of the west courtyard, Wang Yongliang stroked his drowsy head and opened his eyes with difficulty. Looking around the room, he suddenly froze: Hey, where is this? The dilapidated adobe kang, a green curtain hung on the window, a portrait of the deceased leader hung next to the window, and stills from the Peking Opera "Red Lantern" were pasted on the wall. Look at the body again, covered with a coarse cloth quilt. Wang Yongliang sat up suddenly, what's the matter? Isn't this what his family looked like when he was a child? Looking at his body again, his thin arms and legs were obviously what he looked like when he was a teenager. Am I reborn? Wang Yongliang stabilized his mind and bit the tip of his tongue, feeling pain, sure it was not a dream......

Wang Yongliang was sure that he was reborn, and he was blindfolded all of a sudden!

He lay down on the kang and recalled the scene before his rebirth: he was a section chief of the lower branch of the Gaoping County Taxation Bureau, and he clearly remembered that he was facing the difficulties of a taxpayer before he was reborn, and the hotel owner who was coarse did not apply for a tax registration certificate, and when Wang Yongliang led three colleagues in Corey to prepare to issue a "Notice of Correction within a Time Limit", the hotel owner's fist smashed on his head. Wang Yongliang only felt a pain and lost consciousness......

After graduating from the tax school, he has been in taxation for more than 20 years, and although he is praised for his professional ability and handling things, he has always been rigidly pressed into the position of section chief of the sub-bureau, and a cadre at the deputy unit level has been working for 10 years. Some of his classmates were the director of the county bureau and some were the director of the city bureau, but he never let go of his super self-esteem, even if he was a little more flexible and bowed his head to the classmates who were the director of the city bureau, he would not be confused without power and money. Seeing others getting mixed up, he was envious, he was jealous, he regretted it, and blamed himself, but he just couldn't change his stinky temper. He also fantasized about being reborn, and often obsessed with the life of a reborn man, but he didn't think that he was actually reborn.

Wang Yongliang had not yet fully settled down, only to hear the door knock, and a middle-aged woman walked in with a bowl. "Erliang, wake up, drink a bowl of frangipani. Wang Yongliang opened his eyes wide and looked at this woman in her early forties in front of him -- this is her mother! In her previous life, her old lady was over 80 years old, tired all her life, deaf and dizzy, hunched back, and full of wrinkles.

The mother smiled slightly: "Stinky boy, what's wrong? Why are you still crying? You have a rash, you see the rash comes out, it'll be fine immediately, don't cry." Drink it quickly, just drink it and it's good to finish. ”

As he spoke, he touched Wang Yongliang's head with his hand: "Well, it's not too burning." ”

Wang Yongliang suppressed his excitement and looked at the "frangipani" in the bowl. The so-called "frangipani" is a raw egg washed with boiling water and put a little sesame oil and a little salt. In the 70s, most people were really reluctant to eat eggs, so they saved up to sell them. Only when there is a sick person in the family will a "frangipani" be made - so this is a "sick meal". Like in the previous life, eggs have become a must-have food for families, and it is the most common.

Wang Yongliang was the appetite of his previous life, how could he regard eggs as a good thing? He looked at his mother and thought: "I must work hard in this life, be filial to my mother, and not let my mother work too hard, so that her old man will always be happy and young." ”

handed the bowl to the mother: "Mother, you drink it, I don't want this." ”

The mother glared: "I know that I hurt my mother, good boy, my mother is not sick or sick, why do you drink this? You are sick, you can drink it." Hurry up, don't get cold. ”

The old lady loves him the most, this is what he knows very well. Helpless, Wang Yongliang had to drink the frangipani with a slight fishy smell. As soon as the "frangipani" entered the stomach, it was ambiguous, nourishing the heart and lungs, and Wang Yongliang closed his eyes comfortably. The mother looked at Wang Yongliang and closed her eyes, and said, "Erliang, go to sleep, I'll go cook." ”

Watching his mother go out of the house with a bowl, Wang Yongliang felt sleepless, and all kinds of past and present lives came to his heart. His grandfather's name was Wang Jishun, who died of illness at an early age. Grandma Cui, who was only in her twenties when her grandfather died, lived a difficult life with her young father and aunt, and was a smart and strong woman. His father's name was Wang Xiangke, and he went to high school in the early days of liberation. At that time, there were few educated people, although they were only educated in high schools, but they could be regarded as "senior intellectuals" in the four towns and eight villages of Nansi Commune. Therefore, he was hired by the county supply and marketing cooperative, and served as the chief of the financial section, because of his old-fashioned personality and uprightness, he offended the director of the supply and marketing cooperatives at that time, and was sent to the Nansi Supply and Marketing Cooperatives as a deputy director. Mother Qi Guangrong, there is no name, this name is still given by the teacher when she went to the literacy class after liberation, and it has obvious characteristics of the times.

He has two sons and a daughter, Wang Yongliang Xing. The eldest brother is called Wang Yongdong, three years older than Wang Yongliang, and twelve years old this year. There is another little sister named Wang Yongping, who is four years younger than Wang Yongliang and five years old this year. In his previous life, his father had a cerebral thrombosis in Wang Yongliang's high school, and died after eight years in a lingering hospital bed. The elder brother succeeded (a product of that era) into the supply and marketing cooperative, and after the reform and opening up, he contracted the supply and marketing cooperative's production materials sales department. He was deceived by a leather bag company in a neighboring province and bought 50,000 yuan of fake pesticides, so he was depressed, and he was poor all his life, and he suffered from cerebral infarction before the age of 50.

Wang Yongping is very smart, but she also married early, just to feed and dress all her life, like other rural women, living an ordinary life, and that's it.

Wang Yongliang's career is not smooth, a small section chief of a sub-bureau is not a figure in a huge county, and he has no relationship with money, sex, and power, so he is also used to seeing the hot and cold world, and has become disheartened and has no desires. But the only consolation is that he has a meek and kind wife and two lovely daughters.

Wang Yongliang was reborn, and he didn't know whether to rejoice or be sad. Happily, he can use the life experience of his previous life to fight hard, and finally have the opportunity to rewrite the life of himself and his family! The sad thing is that the wife and daughter he loved so much will never have a chance again!

"It doesn't matter, since God has given you the opportunity, then take advantage of it, and strive to turn the dream that you have had in your previous life for many years into reality, to be a darling of the times, and to be a darling of the tide of the times!" Wang Yongliang clenched his fists tightly and secretly cheered himself up.

"Don't be aggrieved again! I must live like a person in this life!"