The sealed bus compartment was filled with all kinds of foul smells, and the dusty grass and trees on the roadside were gray and yellow.

The dust flew in the direction of the wheels, which hurt the motorcycle riders who passed by.

Crossing the eighteen-bend mountain road, the long-distance bus drove into the wild town where people and vehicles were chaotic.

The chaos and squalor of Yezhen evoke the youthful memories of the middle school days, and Duan Yi remembers the fourteen-year-old girl he had a crush on when his love first opened. The maturity and flamboyance of the other party in my memory are still as clear as ever today, ten years later. The memories before adulthood are too magical, I believe that in another ten years, or even twenty years, if you suddenly remember, Duan Yi can still say her name, the "Xiao Aya" who had been stupidly crossed out more than a thousand times back then.

Xiao Aya is just a memory of boring middle school, and the other party may not know that he is wishful thinking.

The other party may not know that there is such a shy little boy as Duan Yi.

Duan Yi hurriedly changed the short-distance bus, got off at Shiqiaotou, walked ten miles along the earthen dam embankment by the river, and saw the village standing on the mountain across the golden rice fields.

"You're back!" The villagers who met on the road had a look of admiration in their eyes in the past. In the old days, they would smile and say that the college students are back!

The fact that the only university student in the village was imprisoned was a serious blow to their perception that reading was useless.

"You see whose son opened a factory in the triangle, and he started to work at the age of sixteen."

"Needless to say, look at that person, I don't know a single big character, and now I am in Yezhen, and I am at his disposal in both black and white."

"Look at the one in whose family, reading until the beard comes out, the two pigs raised in the family are just enough for tuition, what about college students, it's not going to prison, what's the use of you talking about studying?"

Behind him was a group of children who were almost complete strangers to him, and they shouted from afar: "College students, college students, labor prisoners, labor prisoners......"

Duan Yi turned his head coldly, the little ones ran away in a familiar manner, and Duan Yi continued to move forward, the noise behind him was still the same.

Duan Yi's home was at the end of the village, and the key could no longer match the new lock that had been replaced, so he sat and waited on the cold threshold stone.

Autumn was bleak, Duan Yi leaned against the old mottled door with his hands and fell asleep leisurely.

It's like sleeping outside the station last night.

Hell, it must have changed, and it's colder than last night.

When I was woken up by my father, it was getting late.

Dried radish with hot porridge, Duan Yi ate very fragrantly, the purest hometown taste, in the simplest dishes.

"I'm ashamed of you, I gave you more than ten years of reading for nothing, and I ended up in such a field." Father said. "Your mom is mad at you, she's really crazy."

"Really crazy?" Duan Yi asked. At this time, the mother came back from outside with an empty bucket.

"It's really crazy, and when people say that her son is the champion of officials, this is also crazy for the women in the village." The father glanced at his mother, who was silent, and said as if no one else had said anything. "And she also became a fairy girl, saying that there were immortals talking to her in her ear, saying that she had great potential."

"Oh!" Duan Yi said. "I want to get a farm at home, and grow fruits, vegetables, and animals together."

The mother immediately scolded. "I said that this wild seed was sent to him to study for nothing, and only those who do not earn will farm at home, and I will raise a litter of pigs a year in vain, and all of them will be spent on him."

"Hey, Mom, I said that God has some guidance for you." Duan Yi said. "God wouldn't have told you to use swear words! I think the word wild seed is really harsh. ”

"Oh!" The mother suddenly regained her usual composure and was busy with trivial household chores.

"I took her to the town's psychiatric hospital for a month, and she was like a normal person, talking and laughing with others, and muttering to herself whenever she mentioned gods and ghosts." Father said.

"It should be that menopause is stimulated, and if it is not handled well, it leads to schizophrenia." Duan Yi said. "She won't admit that she has a problem, right, she firmly believes that the fairy in her ear is real."

"Yes," said the father. "That's what the doctor said."

At this point, the mother put down her work, sat down on the stool, and began to mumble to herself.

"That's it." Father sighed. "The whole person is useless, I can't do anything in this state, and I have to take care of her."

Duan Yi walked over and gently patted his mother's trembling body, trying to hear what was muttering to herself. But the mother said, "You don't have to shoot, you go away." He continued to mumble.

I didn't hear a word.

Duan Yi chops firewood, burns fire, picks up two large buckets of pig food, feeds the pigs, scoops up chaff, feeds chickens, cooks rice, stir-fried vegetables, eats, bathes, and sleeps.

The night in the countryside is dark and pure, and the countryside is mixed with a hundred unknown chirps. People tossing and turning on hard plank beds are lonely.

Duan Yi's hand could not be placed, and some kind of catharsis stretched to the far end of the endless space through the pure darkness of the night, extending the delicate and sensitive tentacles-

Harvesting rice by hand was Duan Yi's most reluctant thing, and He Gao cut the skin on his hands into small and messy wounds. The debris seeps into the pores, making the sweaty whole body extremely itchy.

The fields were full of old people, women and children.

Wearing a straw hat and fair-skinned Duan Yi became the most special character.

Now the young people in the countryside are not in the fields, and they either go out to work, or go to the wild towns to fool around, or hide in their rooms and play games.

The young people in the field are undoubtedly the most bizarre scenery in the new countryside.

When the field was resting, the woman, who was called the tenth uncle according to her generation, sighed: "Hey, it would be nice if my boar could be so diligent as you, I dragged my life and died, and he was still playing with the computer at home." ”

Duan Yi recognized the boar, a boy who had turned eighteen.

"What does he usually do?" Duan Yi asked.

"He usually goes to Yezhen to play, and he gives him more than 1,000 yuan of pocket money a month." Uncle Ten said. "Recently, I seem to be a lot more sensible, saying that the money for working outside the home every month is not enough for rent, and I have to pay more than 1,000 pocket money to my parents, and now I live directly at home and play the computer every day, which not only solves the problem of food and housing, but also does not have to work to be angry, but also saves more than 1,000 pocket money, and I can earn money by playing computer games. Is it really possible to make money playing computer games? I felt like he was lying to me. ”

"There are games that do make money." Duan Yi said. "The boar is pretty smart."

"Yes," Uncle Ten sighed. "There's nothing strange about the world. Now it's useless to work hard and study hard, the times have changed! ”

"Hmm!"

After the final rice harvest was completed, Duan Yi asked his father what the cheapest crop was this year.

"What do you mean by the cheapest?"

"It's the ones that will lose money if they are planted, and the ones that can't be sold if they are raised."

My father said it was kudzu, garlic and pork.

"Well, we'll all grow these things next year." Duan Yi said.

"You are really stupid to read, you dare to grow such a cheap thing." Father said angrily.

When turning the ground, Duan Yi quickly loosened the shallow epidermis, and the father on the side said angrily, "I've never seen such a lazy worm cutting corners, look at how you have to eat." ”

Duan Yi left all the dozen or so piglets under the sow. The father shouted angrily, I don't see if this family is poor.

People in the village said that reading too much was really stupid.

The following year, garlic, which was scarce in the market, became "garlic you ruthless", and kudzu and pork were no exception.

"We've made the last 10 years of harvest in one year!" The father said, pointing at the banknote in his hand. "We have increased the amount of planting and breeding this year."

"No, I earned it." Duan Yi said. "This year you have to change to something else, you wait to see next year's fields, it will be full of arrowroot and garlic, and a pen full of pigs. Chinese farmers only have a one-year mentality of chasing prices, and even if this situation is made into a national notice, it will not change the one-year law that has remained unchanged for thousands of years. ”

The villagers came to learn from him and asked why he made a lot of money from what he grows. Duan Yi didn't say the one-year rule, because he knew such a simple law, and it was not something that their brains could understand, and he didn't mean to despise the great wisdom of the common people.

"You can follow me and breed." Duan Yi said.

"People who have read books are just different." Uncle Ten said.

Duan Yi set up a farm, specializing in low-level breeding, and posted direct sales information on the Internet.

Duan Yi also threw out the books he insisted on writing every night, but he repeatedly sank into the sea.

It's not bad to be a farmer, Duan Yi plans to live like this.

The "big brother" in Wild Town didn't plan to let Duan Yi live like this.

Duan Yi was invited to Qinglong Villa in Ye Town.

Qinglong Villa is planned with ingenuity, with beautiful fountains, unique rockeries, quaint rotating waterwheels, tortuous garden roads, artificial lakes with random edges, and various antique blue brick and tile buildings.

At the edge of the flower garden, a young woman and a little boy are picking flowers. The young woman was dressed simply and casually, with short hair that was shoulder-length. Duan Yi felt that the unknown pink flowers in the flower garden were pleasing to the eye, and he couldn't help but take a few more looks, and he couldn't help but take a few more glances at the young woman's plump back.

The young woman turned around, and those eyes, the black bright pupils that were not afraid of looking at each other, quickly pulled Duan Yi back to the fourteen-year-old junior high school days.

At that time, in the crowded auditorium, Duan Yi's eyes were chasing her charming head, and she inadvertently turned her head to touch the fourteen-year-old girl in his burning eyes, and did not flinch, and the meaningful few seconds of staring at each other occupied all the fantasies of his middle school days.

"Xiao Aya!"

"Duan Yi!"

"Do you recognize me?"

"Who doesn't recognize the wizards of Wild Town, you haven't spoken to me, but your eyes look heartwarming." Xiao Aya's natural smile and voice are as charming as they were back then.

"I had a crush on you."

"I know," Xiao Aya said meaningfully. "Wait until you go back to the mountains to catch up on the old days."

Duan Yi didn't dare to imagine that his heart was beating the same as when he was fourteen years old.

Duan Yi was taken to the main building, and the owner of the village, who was in his forties, was very polite.

"My name is Brother Huang, and there is no one in the wild town who doesn't know me."

"Emperor!" Duan Yi asked. "Real name?"

"It's like a fake." Brother Huang said calmly.

"What do you want to talk about today?"

"Brother, let me tell you straight, I heard that you have a farm in the village, which is quite profitable." Brother Huang said.

"That's right."

"I heard that you just came back from outside, and you don't understand the rules of Wild Town."

"Huh? What are the rules? ”

"The rule of Yezhen is that the business of making money must be done by Brother Huang."

"The emperor is powerful." Duan Yi said. "Why?"

"Because this Qinglong Villa is a small holiday home of the Qinglong Gang."

"What is the Blue Dragon Gang?"

"The Blue Dragons are a gang that can make you disappear into thin air at any time." Brother Huang began to get impatient.

"So," Duan Yi said. "What are you going to do?"

"Twenty-eight points." Brother Huang said. "Or you quit, we'll do it."

"Then I want to ask what other money-making business is involved in the Blue Dragon Gang?" Duan Yi asked.

"Well, engineering earthworks, local raw materials, and the entertainment industry." Brother Huang said with a smile. "We pick low-tech workers, and make money steadily and quickly."

"Because you're a little thug who isn't afraid of death?"

"No," Huang said. "Because we're not going to die — the gangsters, that's the concept of street fighting."

"I've practiced sanda."

"Really?" Brother Huang looked Duan up and down.

"Really." Duan Yi said. "So today's rules are going to change."