"We are walking on the avenue~~"

"Energetic and high-spirited~~"

......

"Forward ~~ Forward ~~"

"The momentum of the revolution is unstoppable~~"

In the haze, the passionate but very old ballad reached the ears.

Xiao Zhengping opened his eyes and only felt sore.

He surveyed his surroundings, a dim and dilapidated adobe house, a few rays of light faintly penetrating through the cracks in the tiles, the only desk in the room, with some clothes piled up on it, and in front of the clothes sat a thin figure, turning a book from time to time.

This is not my dorm!

What's wrong with me!

As Xiao Zhengping began to recall, a chaotic and chaotic memory began to pour into his brain, this is the memory of two people!

One lives in 2023, living a comfortable life on a college campus, with excellent grades, working as a tutor in his spare time, and buying himself a powerful heavy motorcycle. On the weekend, he rode his beloved motorcycle, and when he was going down the mountain, he suddenly encountered a car that was overtaking in the corner, and then fell off the cliff~~

The other lived in 1980, idle, usually rely on this chicken nest to take two eggs, that vegetable field to steal a few vegetables to live, a day ago, a few brothers played cards, afterwards because of the loss of all out, he drank a few more glasses, home past Erlang Bridge, accidentally did not stand firm, turned over ~~

They are all called Xiao Zhengping, and they all happen to be 20 years old!

Xiao Zhengping in 2023 knows that this situation is called crossing in online novels, and judging from the environment around him, he has traveled to 1980!

"Forward ~~ Forward ~~"

"In the direction of victory~~"

From time to time, there was a hint of electricity in the singing, which was the sound of the brigade trumpets.

Xiao Zhengping wanted to get up, and as soon as he moved, the swelling pain in his head came immediately.

"Shh~~" He reached out and touched it, with gauze wrapped around his head.

"Are you awake?" The thin figure then turned, his tone cold, but still with a hint of concern.

This is Xiao Zhengping's sister-Xiao Xiuye, who is in the third year of junior high school, six years ago, his father, who was the secretary of the brigade, was killed in the bombing, and four years later, his already frail and sick mother also went with his father, this sister is his only blood relative.

Thinking that Xiao Zhengping was already a rotten person, Xiao Xiuye became the last person in the third family, and the eldest and second uncles also helped from time to time, plus the annual subsidy from the township, finally provided Xiao Xiuye with the third year of junior high school.

But despite this, those grants and subsidies are often used by Xiao Zhengping to make gambling money or wine money.

"No wonder she treated me like this~~" After finding the reason in the memory, Xiao Zhengping thought in his heart.

"If Uncle Xi'er hadn't gone up the mountain to collect the clips, you would have died under the Erlang Bridge." Sometimes Xiao Xiuye even hopes that this will happen, if this brother is really dead, his life may be a little easier.

"Here, the second uncle brought it." Putting down the two eggs, Xiao Xiuye returned to the desk coldly and continued to look through her textbook.

Xiao Zhengping in 2023 is a post-00s generation and doesn't know anything about life in the 80s, but he vaguely remembers that the situation of this era has been introduced in textbooks and on the Internet - just out of the shadow of the planned economy, and the reform is still just a breeze.

After a struggle in his heart about "why do you have to pass through this era, you are still such a person who can't support the wall in the mud", he gradually accepted this fact - anyway, he has already crossed over, what choice is there but to continue to live this hopeless life?

Xiao Zhengping didn't touch those two eggs, he learned from the memory of this life that these two eggs could be sold for more than a dime, and they could be exchanged for a pound of rice, and he had no face to eat them.

"Ah~ah~" The singing was suddenly interrupted, and then the voice of Zou Shusheng, the secretary of the brigade, came, "That~~ah~ The township tobacco station opened the scales today, the big guys haven't forgotten it, eight o'clock, closed at five o'clock in the evening, the road is not easy to go, and the comrades who hand over the cigarettes should hurry up." ”

The broadcast was repeated three times before it was silent, and Hideha stood up at this point.

"There are still two sweet potatoes in the pot, so I'll go to school first."

Xiao Zhengping remembered that Xiuye graduated from junior high school in a little more than a month, and under the influence of his dead father, the township promised Xiuye a job in a supply and marketing cooperative. Xiao Zhengping was unwilling, because once Xiuye worked, it would mean that the help of the eldest uncle and the second uncle and the subsidy in the township would be cut off, which would mean that he would have no place to ask for money.

Xiuye left in a hurry, Xiao Zhengping estimated that his head didn't hurt much, so he got up from the bed, and then looked around the room.

He found the source of the three adobe houses from his memory, which was built by his father when he got married. But after his father died, he not only spent all the pension, but also sold everything that the family could sell, including the two acres and three points of land at the west end of the house.

Looking at the house with ventilation everywhere and a pile of weeds in the yard, Xiao Zhengping let out a long breath - it's all here, so let's start from scratch!

He opened the iron pot with a missing corner, and the heat in it had almost dimmed, leaving only two fist-sized sweet potatoes. There were only a few grass branches next to the stove, and there was not a single decent firewood. In a cupboard that was about to fall apart, there was only a small half-bag of grains left.

"There is really no one who lives like this!" Xiao Zhengping laughed at himself.

"What else can be used?" He searched carefully in his mind, and suddenly, he thought that his own mountain, which was almost about to be sold to Hu Shanchuan, the accountant of the brigade, in addition to this yard and house, that is, the mountain forest belonged to him.

Tidying up his clothes, and then carrying the two sweet potatoes, Xiao Zhengping copied the open-cut firewood knife in the pile of grass branches and set off.

This area of about 20 acres of mountains and forests was given to him by the team after watching Xiao Zhengping's father Xiao Kunshan's face, Xiao Kunshan was more popular when he was the branch secretary, and he was killed by the bombing for the team's road repair, so the big guy agreed to give more useless mountains and forests to his family.

After chopping a bundle of firewood and going home, Xiao Zhengping carried the broken bamboo basket full of cobwebs up the mountain, the mountain was full of bamboo and pine trees, and some fungi grew in it.

After picking the mushrooms, it was already noon, Xiao Zhengping nibbled on a sweet potato, picked up the bamboo basket and walked down the mountain.

At this time, the tobacco farmers who set off early were already on the way back, and there were also many people who set off after beating the tobacco bundles.

"Yo, Pingzi, the sun is coming out in the west, why are you still carrying a basket?"

"What's the matter, you lost it all again yesterday?"

"Why is the skull still broken? Stealing Xiuye's tuition again, right? ”

"What do you know, Pingzi lost all his money last night and wanted to die, but he didn't die."

The face-to-face greetings and back-to-back discussions made Xiao Zhengping eager to get into the gopher hole at his feet, thinking about it carefully, this was his own doing, if the retribution was just a few words, it would be really light for what he had done in the past.