In the midsummer of 1978 in Congjiang City, five-year-old Lin Mo walked alone on the street, saying that it was a street, but in fact it was an asphalt road, no more than five meters wide, and most of the low buildings on both sides were wooden houses. The blazing sun shone on Lin Mo's head and on the asphalt road.

"Holy!" Lin Mo stumbled and almost fell forward, waiting for him to stabilize his body on one foot and look back, okay! The liberation shoe that he wore on his right foot was now firmly glued to the asphalt of the road.

In the 70s, many roads in China were paved with asphalt, and in the summer, the asphalt was very soft, and the car would leave two deep wheel prints. Shoes are still a trivial matter, and if you don't do it, your bare feet will be twisted.

Lin Mo squatted down and pulled his liberation shoes up from the asphalt with difficulty, the heat on the road was scorching his arms, he put on his shoes and trotted to the eaves of the tap water supply point on the side, the weather was too hot.

Lin Mo looked at himself in a blue 'really good' clothes, he sat on the ground and took off his shoes to see if the soles were damaged, fortunately, the quality of the liberation shoes was good, and there was no degumming.

On the steps there was a little girl of about five or six years old who was lying asleep, with a lot of snot under her nostrils and a few large green flies swirling around her face. I wonder how her parents put their child here, wouldn't it be bad if someone took it away? But Lin Mo immediately thought that maybe he was just waiting for someone to pick her up.

"Lin Mo!" Lin Mo looked up and saw that it was his father's colleague He Chufen.

"Aunt He, is there something?" Lin Mo was still adjusting to his rebirth and returning to the life when he was five years old, and he looked at He Chufen in confusion.

"Why did you come out alone? If you don't hurry home, your dad will come back and smoke you again. "He Chufen is thirty-nine years old this year, her skin is very white, I don't know how to eat, the flesh on her cheeks is a little sagging. Her family and Lin Mo's family are next door, and they both live in the compound of the Statistics Bureau.

"Aunt He, I'm a little depressed at home, so I'll go out for a walk and go back immediately." Lin Mo was afraid that she would sue her father, so she was a little weak.

"Come with me." Lin Mo had to be a little tail and follow He Chufen home.

"Your dad won't take you to kindergarten, he will lock you up at home all day long, and create evil!"

"This Lin Dezhong, he graduated from a junior college, and his eyelids are high, but his own baby is not well managed, sneer!"

Lin Mo listened to He Chufen in front of him without saying a word, his father graduated from a serious junior college, which is the pride of heaven for a worker, peasant and soldier in the Bureau of Statistics, plus his father was a little arrogant when he first joined the work, so he has been suppressed by the leaders of the Bureau of Statistics, and gradually his father has also become decadent, until he retired, his father was only a deputy section level.

"Aunt He, I'm home, thank you." Lin Mo politely said goodbye to He Zhufen, although He Zhufen's house was on the side, but the two families had very little interaction.

He Chufen watched in surprise as Lin Mo unlocked the lock and entered the house, she muttered, "Why isn't this Lin Mo shy?" Odd! ”

Lin Mo has been a very shy person since he was a child, and he is not familiar with the world, until he has been working for two years and has been ruthlessly polished by reality several times, and then he has sobered up from his ignorant life.

Lin Mo's family seems to be a slum in the eyes of future generations, with three horizontal rows of wooden houses, the first is the kitchen and living room, the second is Lin Mo's bedroom, and the innermost one is his parents' room, and the ground is all mud, in this era of commodity scarcity, cement is a strategic material.

Lin Mo lifted the lid of the iron stove, he stabbed the middle of the dark coal fire with the iron chisel a few times, the red flames rushed up, washing rice and vegetables, he decided to show his hand well, so that his parents no longer regarded themselves as ignorant children, and locked themselves at home after work every day.

Lin Mo skillfully cut the three pieces of dried tofu into thin strips, and then washed a handful of small cabbage, at this time the aluminum pot on the stove began to boil, and the white foam overflowed a little, Lin Mo hurriedly opened the lid of the pot, and used chopsticks to stir up the rice in the pot, so that there would be no raw rice.

You have to be guarded when cooking rice in an aluminum pot, otherwise it will be a pot of raw rice, or it will be boiled and the rice will smell like mush.

Lin Mo sat on a small wooden stool, stirring the rice in the pot from time to time, and when the rice was almost dry, he covered the stove, and then turned the aluminum pot from time to time to let it heat evenly.

After the rice was cooked, counting the time when his parents got off work, Lin Mo began to stir-fry, and at noon, a family of three was a tofu fried cabbage. Put a small spoonful of lard into the pot, and after the oil temperature is right, Lin Mo first throws in the minced ginger and garlic and stir-fry, then stir-fry the dried tofu shreds, and finally the cabbage, salt, monosodium glutamate, soy sauce, all live! Lin Mo looked at his masterpiece and couldn't help but shake his head and be satisfied.

"Lin Mo, what are you doing?" It was Lin Mo's father, Lin Dezhong, who shouted loudly, and as soon as he entered the house, he saw his son dangling in front of the stove, so he habitually scolded him.

"Dad!" Lin Mo looked back at his father, who was still very young, with a strong figure and a high nose, his father was really a handsome guy when he was young!

"Huh! It's you... Stir-fried dishes? Lin Dezhong looked at Lin Mo in surprise, this son of his was introverted since he was a child, and he would never take the initiative to do anything if an adult didn't speak, what's wrong today? Lin Dezhong stepped forward and pasted Lin Mo's forehead with his hand, don't burn it!

"Dad, I want to try, or I'll be hungry by the time you get off work!" Lin Mo used his disgusting tone to coquettish Lin Dezhong, he wanted to fight for greater autonomy, otherwise he would have to be locked up for two years until he went to elementary school.

"Hmmm! Not bad. Lin Dezhong tasted a bite of the dish, and he rubbed the top of Lin Mo's head with his hand and said.

"Lao Lin, what's good?" There was a voice of inquiry at the door, Lin Mo looked through his father's side, and his mother Ma Xiulai was looking at their father and son with a smile.

Ma Xiulai has been a beauty embryo since he was a child, but unfortunately he didn't go to school again after graduating from primary school, he entered the packaging factory at the age of sixteen, and married Lin Dezhong at the age of twenty-three. In this era, Lin Mo is the old man of the couple.

Ma Xiulai went to wash his hands first, and then also tasted Lin Mo's masterpiece: "Hmm! Not bad! Who fired it? ”

Lin Dezhong shook his chin in Lin Mo's direction a few times, but Ma Xiulai was not surprised by Lin Dezhong, she stepped forward and pinched Lin Mo's face, and then said happily: "My son is amazing, much better than your father, how can he learn to cook?" ”

Lin Mo pretended to be shy and said, "Mom, didn't I learn from watching you cook a lot!" "In this era, there are very few types of food to choose from, and they are served by tickets, and what children like most is to gather around the pot, swallowing saliva, while sniffing the fragrance of the food, and impatiently waiting for the meal to start, so Lin Dezhong and his wife did not doubt this statement.

After eating, his parents went to the back room to take a nap, and Lin Mo was forced to lie on the bed, and he fell asleep after a while.

When Lin Mo woke up, it was almost two o'clock, his parents had gone to work, he yawned and washed his face, and then went to the back room to look in the mirror, the mirror was embedded in the outside of a wooden wardrobe with double doors, this is still the furniture that his parents made when they got married.

Lin Mo in the mirror has a white and tender little face, the hairstyle is the head of his sister with eyebrows, a pair of red phoenix eyes are from his mother's genetics, and the tall nose is exactly the same as Lin Dezhong, only the mouth, Lin Mo remembers that the two girlfriends in his previous life praised his perfect mouth shape and were quite envious.

Seeing that he looked like a good child, Lin Mo pursed his lips, no wonder he was often molested by women when he was a child in his previous life, he wanted to make a vicious appearance, but unfortunately no matter how he grinned his teeth, only his eyes, Lin Mo looked at his eyes in the mirror: there was a hint of melancholy in the plain wave, and there was no innocence of other children at all.

"Forget it! The eyes are the windows of the soul, how can I say that I am also the soul of an uncle, how can I pretend to be a child! ”

"How do I make money?" Lin Mo looked at the situation in his family, his parents' monthly salary added up to less than 100 yuan, although it was good in this era, but after supporting his grandmother and aunt in the countryside, there were more than 70 left. In addition, Lin Dezhong's life logic is "it is better to dress well than to eat well, and the body is the capital of the revolution." "The biggest monthly expense in the family is food, eating meat at other houses is like the Chinese New Year, Lin Dezhong buys unplanned pork through Lin Mo's aunt who works in a food company, so Lin Mo's family eats meat twice a week.

"Open a store? Don't be funny, there are a few private shops this year! They are all state-run shops, and you have to buy them with a ticket. Lin Mo shook his head and vetoed the idea.

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Lin Mo racked his brains all afternoon and didn't think of a way to get rich, and the five-year-old child inevitably used his brain a little too much, so he was a little embarrassed at dinner.

"Lin Mo, are you tired of cooking at noon?" Ma Xiulai looked at her son with concern, she didn't know that her son had come from his previous life, and he was older than her before he was reborn.

"Humph! Tired after just one meal? Lin Dezhong snorted softly and pulled his face up, but the concern in his eyes couldn't hide from Lin Mo's eyes.

"It's okay, I just want to sleep. Maybe it's a nightmare at noon! It was very easy for Lin Mo to find such a reason.

Lin Dezhong and Ma Xiulai exchanged glances and said, "Then you can sleep if you want to take a nap in the future, if you don't want to sleep... Daddy will find you some books to read. ”

So every day at noon after that, Lin Mo became the saddest child in the compound, and Lin Dezhong, an ordinary Chinese character, had already taught Lin Mo, so this time he upgraded and learned the texts of the first grade of primary school.

Lin Mo looked at the Chinese textbook in front of him without tears, do I have to learn these pinyin again? It's too torturous, isn't it?

"Focus." Lin Dezhong tapped the table with a pencil and reminded Lin Mo not to get distracted. He himself gave up his lunch break, which is not the hope of most parents in China for their son Jackie Chan.

"Ah, oh, forehead......" Ma Xiulai fell asleep with a smile on the corner of his mouth accompanied by the sound of reading outside.