In the era without computers, writing is really writing, not typing, and not "coding". Therefore, the speed of writing is relatively slow, and Yang Xia is writing with his left hand, which is even slower.

In his previous life, Yang Xia's writing habits had been formed before the popularization of computers. That is, when the first draft was first passed, it was mostly "stream of consciousness", the stream of consciousness was very fast, and the brushstrokes were also very fast, and many places were just lines or symbols, which others could not understand at all. If someone collects Yang Xia's "manuscript", it will definitely make people laugh.

However, it doesn't look like an article at all, as long as Yang Xia is asked to revise it again, its taste will come out, like a sculpture, at first glance it is a pile of mud, and then I saw the craftsman move a few times, and immediately there is a sculpture appearance, and a few more smears, yo, it is lifelike. Yang Xia's writing seems to follow such a path, and it is not enough for non-acquaintances or himself to understand his strange ability.

Yang Xia spent an hour writing a five-page essay manuscript, counted it a little, there are about 3,000 words, and after changing it, it can be written into about 4,000 words. This word count, as a magazine essay, is a bit short and concise, but isn't that just right, unless necessary, short essays are always welcome.

At this point, Yang Xia put away the text, because her parents and sister who had worked early were coming back, Yang Xia thought about it, and went to boil water and cook. In the countryside, this meal in the morning is more important, because the morning is already out of work, long tired and hungry, and after breakfast, it is more tiring work, so in the countryside, breakfast must be eaten, breakfast is even more important than dinner.

The Yang family's breakfast is generally "gnocchi", which is to adjust the flour into a soft shape, and then knead it into small pieces and put them in a boiling pot.

Of course, if you put half a bowl of rice in the cauldron, and then put the gnocchi under the rice when the rice is almost cooked, such a "gnocchi rice" is definitely a delicacy, and in this era, even the highest income families cannot eat like this every meal.

Yang Xia scooped a scoop of water from the large iron pot from the water tank with a melon scoop, brushed the iron pot several times with a brush handle, added half a pot of water, and covered the pot, you can add firewood to the stove to boil water.

Yang Xia looked at the rice cabinet, there were about twenty catties of rice, and there was also about half a basket of rice, which was the only fine grain left in the Yang family. Yang Xia didn't dare to put rice in the pot, afraid that the old lady would come back and scold him. The second elder of the Yang family, Yang Dad is very economical when he goes out, and his mother is also very economical in cooking, but the Yang family is also a family in the countryside, a quite cultured family, so whenever it is a festival and a New Year, the Yang family's dishes are also the most beautiful in Caijiawan.

In his previous life, he didn't think these were precious, but when he was reborn, Yang Xia was very moved in the face of these valuable qualities of his father. The Yang family is the grandfather's generation to become rich peasants, it is said that in the grandfather's generation, the Yang family is still half a farmer and half a tenant, and the new Huaxia division must belong to the poor peasants, but after the grandfather became a family, in just over ten years, the family has grown from the level of one or two acres of land to more than 30 acres.

The firewood in front of the stove is wheat orange stalks. In the orange stalk firewood of this season in Xiaochun, it is best to burn the fire, not the wheat orange stalk, nor the barley orange stalk, but the pea vine and rape orange stalk, the orange stalk of these two crops into the stove, the fire is bright, the fire is fierce, when you need to fry the pork liver on a fierce fire, burn two handfuls of rape orange stalks, the pork belly must be very smooth and delicious.

Of course, in the firewood in the hills of Shunan, what horse mulberry trees, yellow wattle strips, cypress trees, etc. are all good firewood, but the number of these things that grow on the barren mountains is also very limited, the Yang family has a self-kept mountain, every winter, they have to go up the mountain to cut down the horse mulberry trees, etc., but there are only three or five loads of firewood, which are really used to cook, and they can cope with two months at most.

It would be nice to have honeycomb coal! Yang Xia thought.

Chiquan Town also sells honeycomb coal, but at least 5 cents a price, so that all farmers at this time are discouraged, honeycomb coal into farmers, at least until 1984 later, and 90s began to popularize, at that time, Caijiawan behind the old horse mountain and the ridges, ridges on the trees, only began to no one to shave, that is, since then, the country roared for decades of greening problems, in the countryside once and for all.

Fortunately, the wheat orange stalk is also good, Yang Xia added firewood to the stove, and at the same time pulled the long wheat orange stalk into a small handful, and at the same time had time to think about the "Old Horse Mountain Story" written before.

"Hey, there's a problem!" Thinking of the "Running Horse Mountain", Yang Xia immediately ran out of the stove house (kitchen), found the composition text, and then looked at it while adding firewood to the stove.

And Yang Xia, who was flipping and flipping, finally laughed, "Haha, the sky is endless, I finally opened the golden finger!" ”

Speaking of which, it is not a golden finger, because when Yang Xia was thinking about the article he wrote before, the words that suddenly fell on the paper seemed to come to life, and they appeared in his mind one by one, Ni Media, this is a phenomenon with a super good memory, so Yang Xia immediately found it to be a text comparison, this comparison, naturally found that all this was true, and he had the ability to "never forget".

However, after Yang Xia laughed a few times, he immediately calmed down, put away the text, went to the hall to find a copy of the "Taizu Anthology", found the famous "Serving the People" and read it, after reading it intermittently, he closed the book, recalled in his mind, and finally, Yang Xia laughed a few times again.

Because, "never forget" is real!

Next, Yang Xia experimented with another famous book "In Memory of Bethune", this time, Yang Xia's speed was a little faster. In the end, it is still "unforgettable", but the memory is not as firm as the previous one, which shows that it is okay to remember it, but it does not mean that you can "see ten lines at a glance", and you have to read it step by step.

Perhaps, this is Yang Xia's biggest reliance. Although Yang Xia is a reborn, who dares to say that the history of this parallel time and space is immutable? Even if the beginning of history remains unchanged, will the history of the middle and later stages not change because of his own involvement?

Yes, being strong in itself is really strong. Regardless of its history, as long as you have the ability, will you still starve to death, even if history is going to change, it is impossible to become unrecognizable, some things, when they should appear, will still appear, since this parallel space also has the existence of things such as "Taizu Anthology" and "Taizu Quotations", as well as the existence of Deng Weiren, it shows that this space is basically the same as the space he has experienced.

Strictly speaking, the Reborn worries about whether his existence will change history, and unless the Regenerate is intentional or in the midst of a war age, the Regenerate is not as useful as he thinks.

Because, Huaxia is a large country with a population of more than 1 billion, and it is impossible for a person to make waves in a county, let alone a big Huaxia. Even if you become the richest man in the world in a small county, it is just the talk of people in your small place. For example, if Li Chaoren is the richest man in China, or you, the reborn person, have become the richest man in China, there is no difference in the face of history, it should move forward or move forward, it should be tortuous, and it will not stop twisting and turning because of your prophecy or behavior.

Of course, the existence of the reborn must have an impact on history, but this influence is often different from the assumption of the regenerate himself, because history has never been transferred by the will of the individual, but by the result of a combined force. When the reborn is exerting force, others may also increase their exertion due to the existence of the regenerate, thus counteracting the regenerate's efforts.

In this case, do you say that history has changed or has it not changed? Truly, it has changed, because there are two forces that have become greater; But what is manifested has not changed, because history is still in that direction.

Yang Xia's estimated time was very good, as soon as the water in the big iron pot boiled, the father and sister came back, so after the mother washed her hands, she put the gnocchi into the pot in a few minutes, threw the kimchi out of the vegetable jar and cut it with a kitchen knife, and the gnocchi in the pot was also good.

So, the family of six happily sat down at the table and ate breakfast. The two younger brothers, it was the elder sister Yang Chun who was caught from the bed, half the eldest child, not only eating Lao Tzu to death, but this drowsiness is not something that can wake up in a day or two. Isn't there a saying that you can't wake up when you're young, and you can't sleep when you're old?

Because Yang Xia boiled water in advance, the Yang family's breakfast was about a quarter of an hour earlier than that of other families, which was equivalent to an extra quarter of an hour of rest time after the meal. However, the mother's sister and sister are also not idle, and they have to use this time to wash dishes and feed the pigs.

The Yang family fed two pigs, one was about 100 catties, and it was estimated that it was killed during the Spring Festival, and the other was only about 40 catties, looking like a skinny cage pig.

In this era, it is not easy for farmers to feed a pig. In addition to paying a slaughter tax of dozens of yuan, most of the pork is also sold to other villagers in the production team, if the Yang family wants to eat a pig alone as a family, not to mention whether it is economically feasible, it is also morally and disciplined. At this time, it is still a big collective.

"When, when, when, when!" The gong on the back hillside sounded, indicating that it was time to start work again!

Yang Xia also walked to the public loft with a flat pole in his hand, because his task today was to distribute the orange poles to the members, and he wanted to go to the public loft to get a large scale and hemp rope.

The public loft, as the name suggests, is the public shed, of course, it will not be a shed, but the best house of the production team, because the public loft includes the production team's grain seed warehouse, farm tool warehouse, in addition to a large dam and a row of pigsties, and the collective also feeds about 10 piglets.

"Yang Xia, you're here." Just as Yang Xia was hurrying away, a pleasant voice sounded in his ears.

"Ah...... You...... How is it here? Yang Xia was a little incoherent, because the person in front of him was the childhood sweetheart in his previous life, lingering in the lotus pond last night, and the voice he really wanted to hear was none other than this one.