I returned to Shanhe Village in 1928, wearing pajamas and slippers on my feet, in the middle of the night street, without a penny on my body, I tried again and again to clench the round discus and recite it silently, but there was no response, and every time I tried, my heart was cold.

Suddenly, a strong drowsiness hit, it should be a side effect of the crossing, I found a comfortable corner of the wall to squint for a while, just selected the place, sat down, and fell asleep.

When I woke up again, I only felt that the sun was dazzling, and there was a group of people around?

"Look at him, wake up."

"Which village came to ask for food?"

"No, you see his clothes are all new, and he doesn't have a patch."

"Look at his shoes, look at his shoes."

"It's not bad, with fine skin and tender meat."

"Well, if you don't resist it, you probably won't be able to work."

"Is it a stupid son of a rich man in the city who has gone missing?"

"Hahahaha......"

I'm speechless when I hear it, these people are really, are they polite? In broad daylight, he is pointing fingers at others like this, and calling others stupid.

I was holding my breath in my heart, and I didn't know where I was going, and I was still a little dizzy when I woke up, so I simply leaned against the corner and didn't speak.

At this time, an old man with a shovel stepped forward, opened a cloth bag in his hand, took out a black, yellow, black and yellow thing, broke it in half and stuffed it into me. I took it and looked at it for a long time, and recognized that it was supposed to be a tortilla mixed with wild vegetables.

"Eat, eat, eat, eat."

When the uncle saw me staring at the cake, he made a gesture for me to put it in my mouth. The people around me were staring at me with great interest.

it! You can't really think of me as a lost fool, right? Thought I couldn't even eat?

I took a bite of the tortilla in hatred, but I couldn't help but spit it out again - why is this so unpalatable?!

"Hey, what are you doing throwing up, this is not in vain, don't eat and return me!"

The uncle who gave me the tortillas was furious, snatched the half of the tortillas from my hand and wrapped them back into his black cloth bag.

The gang watched me until almost noon, when they broke up, and I got bored and began to walk around the village, thinking of a way back.

How can this discus throw be triggered and take me back?

It has been turned to the evening, which can be regarded as a general familiarity with the Shanhe Village in 1928, the whole village is about five rows of houses, four streets, the main street is in the southernmost part, and there is a name called Daxiang Street, this street is also the commercial street of Shanhe Village, there are all kinds of small shops on both sides, as well as various snack stalls placed along the street, all the way through all kinds of fragrances, my hands are about to tear out the pajama pockets and can't pick out a penny.

Tired and hungry, I began to miss the uncle's half of the tortilla, so I ate a bite of the mat first, which would be funny if I starved to death in 1928.

From the south of the village to the north of the village, and then to the outside of the village, it can be regarded as the mountains and rivers inside and outside the village have been inspected, this is really too different from the small village where I grew up, now the village looks at a piece of low small earthen houses, everywhere is ragged, dirt roads, occasionally a carriage runs over to raise a meter or two of high dust, depressed, dilapidated, like a capital "poor".

At last, I found a collapsed house outside the village, and it seemed that no one wanted it here, and I planned that if I couldn't go back tonight, I could make up for the night by getting some hay in the corners of the two sections of the wall that had not yet fallen, but if I couldn't go back, I would have to pick up the ruins and build a nest...... Phew, I'm sure I'll be able to go back tomorrow.

"Would you like to have a bowl of porridge?"

I was thinking about my thoughts in frustration with my head down, when suddenly a voice came from beside me.

When I looked up, I saw a man in his forties, holding a large ceramic bowl in his hand, which was full of corn porridge, although there were not many rice grains, but the soup was also very thick, and there were a few pickle sticks on it.

"Thank you, brother."

I was so moved that tears were about to come out, and I jumped over to take the bowl in a few steps, and drank a large bowl of porridge with a "goo-goo-go

"Thank you, brother." I stared at him and said it again.

"Nothing, hehe, nothing!"

"Anything else?"

"Forehead ......"

The man lowered his head, and the smile on his face was a little stiff, as if he was trying his best to hide his embarrassment:

"This, I really can't say it, that's all there is to the family, all of them have been brought here, my family is a tenant, and there is no surplus food."

"Oh, big brother, your last name?"

"My name is Jiang Lianyang."

"Oh."

It's so familiar, where did you hear it?

"Where are you from? What's your name? ”

"I ...... I...... I don't know, my name is Luo Fusheng. I really didn't know how to answer, so I had to pretend to be stupid.

Jiang Lianyang looked at me a few times with the bowl, then turned around and went back, only then did I find that his dilapidated house was not far from me, and it must be that the poor live in this area.

I continued to sit on the mound of dirt and study the discus in my hand, until it was dark, Jiang Lianyang came again, brought me two broken sacks, and asked me to pad one and cover one.

So that night, I pad one, cover one, fortunately the weather in August is not cold, that is, there are more mosquitoes, I lie in the corner of the wall and look at the starry sky, and keep telling myself in my heart, just one night, just one night, this is nothing.

But what I didn't expect was that I was in this corner, dependent on these two broken sacks, and stayed for two months in a flash, and the round discus was almost thinned by me, and I still didn't think of a way to go back.

In the past two months, I have been taken care of by Jiang Lianyang with a bowl of rice soup a day, and everyone in the village knows that there is a fool who hides outside the village all day long and does not come out, so sometimes there are also well-wishers who will put some corn tortillas, nest heads, wild vegetable dumplings and the like on the broken wall next to me, and every time I eat it with tears, because it is too unpalatable.

Hey, I didn't expect that these people in 1928 were all weird!

Two months have passed in a flash.

During this time, I also resigned myself to my fate, I felt that I couldn't go back, so I endured my depressed mood and borrowed tools from Jiang Lianyang to clean up the ruins, built a shack with some mud that was higher than the dog kennel, and moved the hay and two broken sacks into the shack.

When I built the shack, Jiang Lianyang also took the time to help me for two days, I promised him to buy two acres of land for him when I had money, and let him be the landlord, he laughed for a long time, and brought me a boiled egg when he brought me rice soup at night.

This Jiang Lianyang is weird!

Finally, I remembered why I always felt that his name was familiar, in that "Strange Tales of Mountains and Rivers", I remember that there was an article about this Jiang Lianyang: Jiang Lianyang killed a rat spirit, dug a mouse hole, obtained the money and food hidden by the rat essence, and later became a rich man.

On September 28, 1928, that is, the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is said that this year is a bumper year, and every household in Shanhe Village has completed the autumn harvest early.

It's cold, I also leaned against the root of the wall while basking in the sun while listening to these villagers' chatter, what Li Laoliu's two acres of land are eighteen catties more than me, and the farming has to chase sheep dung strongly, and no sheep dung can be more, the stupid son of the old Liu family chased too much, burned a large number of seedlings, why I didn't collect more than your family this year, what is still more than your family's collection......

The people who participated in this kind of chat were rich peasants who owned land in their own homes, sitting in the inner circle to express their opinions, while the tenants were squatting or standing in the outer circle as listeners, and if one or two landlords participated, they would sit in the middle and accept everyone's respect......

And I, sitting at the base of the wall about two meters away from them, basking in the sun, looked at the slippers on my feet, and the dirty pajamas that could no longer be seen, and began to worry about how to survive this winter. At the same time, I was indignant in my heart - people crossed through the delicious food and spicy food, and the clouds and rain achieved great things, and I traveled through this poor and remote country, and I couldn't even solve the problem of food and clothing.

I began to think about it, if I couldn't go back in winter, why not find a rich man with land?

Then at this moment, I suddenly remembered Jiang Lianyang, who was about to get rich, and I decided to hug this thigh.