Los Angeles, a farm in the northern suburbs.

"I'm a fund manager, feeding you pigs here?"

Zhu Xiaohua stood beside the pigsty enclosed by the wooden railing, and couldn't help frowning, every cell in his body was refusing.

A few steps away from the pigsty is the farm compound.

On the red brick wall of the compound, there is a white paint slogan painted with Douda: Fewer children and better education, benefit the country and the people.

A loudspeaker hangs on the top of the telephone pole in the courtyard, and the song "Walking on the Country Road" is playing: "Walking on the country road, the old cow returning at dusk is my companion......"

At the waist of the telephone pole is an old advertisement for a butterfly sewing machine.

There are two lines of small print below: "Shanghai Sewing Machine No. 2 Factory" and "Factory in 1984".

Zhu Xiaohua looked at everything around him, and he always felt that it was not so real, and it was completely different from modern society.

In the pigsty, eight pink piglets are huddled under the sow's belly, sucking their mother's milk with their eyes closed, sucking loudly.

A young man in his early twenties stood next to the pigsty, about to hand the wooden bucket and spoon in his hand to Zhu Xiaohua.

He wore a mid-parted hair, blue pants, liberated shoes, and a brand-new iron chain watch and plum blossom on his wrist.

The young man's name is Niu Jiefang.

Seeing Zhu Xiaohua's refusal, he showed a helpless expression: "If you really don't want to feed it, I have to tell Brother Huo." ”

Speaking of Brother Huo, a hint of awe flashed on Niu Jiefang's face.

Zhu Xiaohua spread his hands: "Whatever you want, I'm going to go out from here now to see who stops me." ”

After speaking, Zhu Xiaohua turned around, turned his back to the pigsty, and looked at the field ahead. Ahead is an endless field of wheat, and the golden wheat undulates in the wind, like waves, bending from east to west.

On the ground, more than a dozen young men and women sat together, and in front of them were a large plate of steaming white flour steamed buns and half a bowl of cold shredded radish. Next to it is a rich peony hot water bottle, a dark red aluminum bottle with pink, yellow and blue peony flowers.

Most of these people were wearing army-green liberation shoes, and two of them had white shirts tucked into their pants, directly to their stomachs, and almost to their chests.

Looking at these people's strange dresses, Zhu Xiaohua was stunned for a moment and did not take a step.

He was reborn here a day ago, and worked for Huo Ge for a day in a daze, building walls and cutting wheat. As soon as he opened his eyes today, he was instructed to feed the pigs.

It is impossible to feed pigs when feeding pigs.

He is a fund manager, in charge of 30 billion funds, and his daily income can buy tens of thousands of pigs, how can he have the time to feed pigs. He must go back as soon as possible now.

Because, today is the trading day, and the two companies he participated in were listed.

On the first day of listing, the market fluctuated sharply, and the income of every second was calculated in tens of millions, and if nothing else, his worth was very likely to exceed 5.5 billion yuan.

More than 5 billion may not be much in the magic capital, but for him who has not yet reached the age of fifty, this is definitely the pinnacle of life.

At the peak of his life, he was reborn into an era where there were no computers, no mobile phones, no networks, and even frequent power outages.

He wanted to cry without tears.

For the 5 billion, he worked hard in the securities industry for 20 years, from a small financial migrant worker, promoted to researcher, analyst, until he climbed to fund manager, and finally became a partner.

Through years of hard work, he has become a leader in the industry. Not surprisingly, the performance ranking of its funds this year will be among the top three in the industry.

It's going to be an exciting time.

However, over the years, staying up late, baldness, anxiety, and high-intensity work have been his norm.

He has not been reunited with his parents, wife and children, and children for two years, and has not had a complete rest day for six years.

For the 5 billion, he paid his whole life of youth.

But on the day of the harvest, he actually crossed over.

The highlight of his life was that he traveled to the prison in the 80s, and was sent to this farm to undergo labor reform.

What is God kidding with himself?

The joys and sorrows of life should not come too quickly.

According to the memories in his mind, the place where he is currently located is the Jiazigou Farm. The pigsty, the wheat fields, and the seven or eight red brick houses next to the pigsty are all part of the farm's property.

All of them were reformed through labor on farms.

In the wheat field, two young people heard Zhu Xiaohua's words and stood up "poofed".

The two glanced at each other, put down the white-flour steamed bun in their hands, and one of them carried a military kettle on his waist, and with every step, the kettle hit his waist. The other had a scythe in his hand.

They were a little strange about Zhu Xiaohua's reaction.

A week ago, Zhu Xiaohua was violently beaten by Brother Huo, knelt on the ground and cried for his father and begged for mercy, and finally took out his only remaining 20 yuan, and promised to feed the pigs for Brother Huo, and Brother Huo let him go.

Five days ago, Huo Ge beat him up again.

Three days ago, Huo Ge beat him for the third time......

So far, he has owed Huo Ge thirty dollars.

These days, he will always deliberately please Brother Huo, like a pug, one Huo Ge on the left and one Huo Ge on the right, he is afraid that Huo Ge will add money.

Now, I dare to resist.

The two decided to beat him up first, make him kneel and beg for mercy, as they did a few days ago, and then continue to knock him on bamboo poles and ask for money.

"Yo, Zhu Xiaohua, you coward, when did you dare to contradict Brother Huo?"

The young man with a sickle in his hand took the lead in front of Zhu Xiaohua, "We won't stop it, you cross this line first." ”

He drew a line on the ground with his foot. Blocked in front of Zhu Xiaohua.

The young people who were eating breakfast on the ground all stopped what they were doing and looked at this side intently, thinking that this Zhu Xiaohua was going to suffer.

The sickle youth took out a white enamel cup from the canvas satchel on his body, and a red five-pointed star was printed on the body of the cup, and below it was a red letter with some paint peeling: Hexing Knitting Factory Production Commemoration, New Year's Day 1984.

He handed the enamel cup to his companion, who unscrewed the green military kettle and poured boiling water.

He took a sip of warm water slowly, stepped away with disdain on his face, stood behind the horizontal line, drank water, and hooked his little thumb to indicate Zhu Xiaohua to go over and try it, extremely arrogant.

Before Zhu Xiaohua moved, there was a frightened "hum" sound from the pigsty behind him, as if even they felt the danger.

"What's the situation?"

A deep voice came from the door of the red-brick compound ten meters away.

At the door stood a burly young man with long hair parted in the middle, about twenty-six or seventeen years old.

"Huo Daxia!"

"Brother Huo!"

Everyone shouted.

The young men and women on the ground, when they saw Brother Huo, hurriedly lowered their heads and continued to eat breakfast as if nothing had happened. Someone muttered in a low voice, "Bumping into Brother Huo, Zhu Xiaohua doesn't know how much money he has to pay for now, and he will feed the pigs for a few more weeks." ”

Niu Jiefang threw down the wooden barrel and spoon and ran over, complained to Huo Ge, and told him about Zhu Xiaohua's refusal to work.