“...... The last ring just now was six o'clock in the morning Beijing time. This is the Central People's Radio, today is March 23, 1979, and I am the announcer Xia Qing. The morning newspaper reading program, which I broadcast to the majority of members and comrades, has been ...... since the Third Plenary Session of the 11th CPC Central Committee last year."

In the cold spring of March, Han Chunlei was woken up early in the morning by the radio on the telephone pole in front of his house.

In the slightly cramped hut, the light was a little dim, the newspapers pasted on the earthen walls on all sides had turned a little yellow, the mottled places had revealed bare soil lumps, and the portraits of the leaders hanging on the wall opposite the bed were still fresh and clean.

There was an iron kettle on the square table, and the boiling water in the enamel jar was still steaming.

Get up early with a glass of warm water, this is a habit that Han Chunlei developed after going to work in the unit.

Even after being reborn in 1979, this habit was still maintained.

Born again.

Han Chunlei felt that he was a steady, very Buddhist and very Buddhist person on weekdays. Never rise to the top or not, in the work has always been not to seek merit but to seek no fault, and not to offend and harm anyone. That day was just off work, rubbing a WiFi and an air conditioner in the unit to play games, how could it be that the unit plant was on fire, and when I wanted to run, it was too late......

When he woke up again, he found that his soul had traveled through forty years and had been reborn in the body of a seventeen-year-old boy with the same name and surname.

A strange body, a strange family, a strange village, a strange time!

But there is the soul of a post-90s Buddhist youth from 2018.

This... This really makes Han Chunlei unbelievable!

"Comrades of the society, this morning's news reading ends here. To grasp the revolution and promote production, a better future must be created by our hands. I'm announcer Xia Qing, and welcome to listen to the Central People's Radio next time. See you soon!"

In the passionate recitation of the announcer Xia Qing, who was full of the characteristics of the times, the newspaper reading program in the morning officially ended, and the radio played a song "The Sea Sails by the Helmsman".

The broadcast at the end of the song stopped, and Han Chunlei's thoughts were slowly pulled back to reality.

Although there is no clock in the house, according to the radio time, it is almost seven o'clock now.

Bang!

The door was pushed open, and an eight or nine-year-old boy ran in bare, "Brother, our sister and our mother quarreled again, and no one made breakfast." ”

It was Han Chunlei's younger brother who came in, Han Chunfeng, the eldest member of the Han family.

Han Chunlei couldn't help but have a headache: "......"

It's noisy again!

Since he was reborn for half a month, the mother and daughter of the Han family have quarreled at least seven times, which is the mother and daughter, they are simply enemies who are on the same page!

After half a month of adaptation and integration in the Han family, although Han Chunlei is still a little awkward, he still has a certain familiarity with the Han family and several of his relatives in this world.

Han Chunlei's father, Han Youzhong, was a well-known carpenter in ten miles and eight townships, and when he was alive, the Han family was also a good family with a thick family background. It's a pity that in a flood seven years ago, the entire Chaijiawu was flooded, and Han Youzhong unfortunately died, leaving Mao Yuzhen with four orphans and widows. At that time, Han Chunfeng, the youngest member of the Han family, had just turned one year old.

Since then, the Han family has been worse day by day, and it is not easy for Mao Yuzhen to pull Han Chuntao and Han Chunlei sisters and brothers up over the years.

Mao Yuzhen was famous for her pungent in Chaijiawu when she was young, especially after her husband died, she was even stronger, and she became extremely spicy, basically not close to the living, as long as anyone dared to bully her, she could scratch the faces of the other party's whole family. After being widowed all these years, no one in the entire Chaijiawu Village dared to provoke her, let alone take advantage of her.

Han Chunlei's sister is called Han Chuntao, eight years older than Han Chunlei, and the twenty-five-year-old girl should have found a good family to marry. But Han Chuntao has been delayed. A few years ago, it was because Han Chunlei and the eldest Han Chunfeng were too young, and Mao Yuzhen had to go to the production team to work to earn work to support the family, so she could only be Sister Han Chuntao's surrogate mother, helping to take care of her two younger brothers at home. In the past two years, Han Chunlei can also go to the production team to earn work points, and Han Chunfeng is also eight or nine years old, so he can go to the village to pick up cow dung and make up for the family. Han Chuntao also began to worry about her marriage.

But Chai Jiawu was stunned that no matchmaker dared to come to the door to propose marriage, not because Han Chuntao was not good-looking, on the contrary, many young people in Chai Jiawu had thought about Han Chuntao, and Han Chuntao was sensible since he was a child, feeding pigs and vegetables, taking care of housework, and being good at everything, no family would say that this girl was not good.

The root of the problem still lies in her spicy mother Mao Yuzhen. Because no family dares to marry Mao Yuzhen, and many families in Chaijiawu have quarrels with Mao Yuzhen, who married such a difficult family, isn't it asking for trouble for themselves?

Therefore, the more Han Chuntao's personal problems cannot be solved, the more frequent the wars with her mother Mao Yuzhen become.

However, Mao Yuzhen saw it, and she was not worried about her daughter's family affairs at all, but also said that these young people in Chaijiawu were poor and white, and Han Chuntao had to work for others in addition to suffering hardships and sins when she got married. Rather than this, it is better to keep this labor in your own home, and save it cheaply for other people's homes.

Whenever I think of Mao Yuzhen's remarks, Han Chunlei feels funny, this old lady is a feminist consciousness that can be seen in advance. Thinking of his sister Han Chuntao's angry bag that wanted to cry without tears, he also shook his head for a while. To be honest, he feels sorry for Chun Tao's sister.

Women in this era, whether it is his mother Mao Yuzhen or his sister Han Chuntao, have their own different ways of living, but they are not easy to live.

"Let's go, I'll take a look!"

Han Chunlei got dressed, washed up, drank the warm water, and took the bare Han Chunfeng to the outside of the house.

At this time, Mao Yuzhen was chopping firewood at the door, and Han Chuntao was sitting on the small bench at the door with her head down and sobbing.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Han Chunlei broke the embarrassing atmosphere with a clear cough and said, "Mom, can't you discuss with my sister about something? My sister is soft and thin-skinned, you don't know, why do you have to scold her and cry?"

Syllable!

Mao Yuzhen landed on the stake with an axe again, then widened her eyes, rolled up her sleeves, frowned and shouted: "Han Chunlei, you can grow up and grow, right? Will you help your sister bully your mother?"

Han Chunlei: "......"

Looking at the bright axe on the stake, Han Chunlei subconsciously shrunk his neck, this old lady is too strong!

"Mom, how dare I bully you?"

Han Chunlei stepped forward with a hippie smile, pretended to beat Mao Yuzhen's shoulder, and said, "My sister is always going to get married, right, it's better to find a good family while she is still young and beautiful than not to find her in-law in the future, right?

"You think you know what you can do?"

Mao Yuzhen glanced at Han Chunlei and said, "Isn't it true that no one has come up to propose marriage now? Can no one come up to propose marriage to me? I am her mother, don't you expect her to marry a good family?"

Han Chunlei secretly despised it in his heart, if you hadn't offended people everywhere, the threshold of our family's door-to-door proposal would have been trampled on a long time ago, okay.

"If you can't get married, you can't get married, staying at home is also a good way to work, it's better than marrying someone who is indiscriminate, and adding labor to others for nothing!" Mao Yuzhen glanced at Han Chuntao, who was squatting on the ground and holding her head and sobbing, and said.

Wow!!!

Han Chuntao suddenly burst into tears, raised her head to look at Mao Yuzhen with teary eyes, and whimpered and shouted: "How can you be such a mother, if it weren't for you, how could no one come to the door to propose......?"

Mao Yuzhen was angry again by Han Chuntao's words, "What's wrong with me being a mother? If it weren't for my hard work all these years, ......

The old three who quarreled with this girl are here again!

Han Chunlei's brain was big, so he quickly changed the topic and interrupted: "You two don't quarrel first, I have something to announce here!"

Seeing that the quarrel between the two gradually subsided, Han Chunlei continued: "My body is almost better, I am going to do something to reduce the burden on my family." ”

Han Chunlei, the predecessor of this body, went to the production team construction site half a month ago to deliver food to Mao Yuzhen, fell from the bridge into the water, broke his head and fell unconscious. In the end, Han Chunlei, who was reborn in the soul, was cheapened.

Han Chunlei now feels that his health is almost better, this seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy can't lie at home every day and gnaw on the old sister, right? The key is that this family is still poor, there is nothing to gnaw, and the rice in the rice tank is about to bottom out again.

So after thinking about it these days, he definitely came out to do something to earn some money, so as to improve his life and subsidize his family.

Although he didn't experience the 70s, 80s, or even the 90s, he was ignorant, after all, he was just born in the 90s, and he only knew a little about it.

But a person with a vision and insight that surpasses this era for forty years can't be starved to death within two months of being reborn, right?

Listening to Han Chunlei's words, Mao Yuzhen glanced at him seriously, nodded, and said: "If you fall, you will look like a man, your father was like you when he was the same age, and he was already a good carpenter." Well, I want to think about it......"

After pondering for a moment, Mao Yuzhen said: "In this way, I will go to our village party secretary for a while, and ask him to give you a work score in our production team." Other people of your age are also working in the production team to earn their share. Now you can earn a share of your work, and you can also help your family get some food and money from the village. ”

Until the early 80s, China's rural areas were collectively distributing grain and goods in the form of a division of labor system. Therefore, in rural areas, how many people in a family can earn a share of work indicates whether the conditions of the family are good or bad.

Han Chunlei has been here these days, and of course he knows what it is like to earn work.

However, after listening to Mao Yuzhen's words, he immediately shook his head and disagreed: "Mom, I don't want to go to the production team to earn work." At the end of the year, in addition to earning that little bit of work, I can't afford to exchange it for so much money and rations!"

"If you don't earn a job, what are you going to do?"

Mao Yuzhen was originally in a better mood because of Han Chunlei's sensibility, but now when she heard it, she instantly stretched her face and reprimanded, "We are running out of rice in the tank, and I still owe you half a load of millet to your blacksmith uncle this year." Han Chunlei, tell me, if you don't earn points, what do you want to do?"

Uncle Blacksmith is a blacksmith in Chaijiawu, and there is such a blacksmith shop in several villages near Chaijiawu, and all kinds of farm tools and knives are made by him. He and Han Chunlei and his father are brothers, and they have helped the Han family all these years, and they are also one of the few people that Mao Yuzhen respects in Chaijiawu.

"Big brother, don't make a mistake!"

Han Chuntao, who had been squatting on the ground and holding her head for a long time, also stood up for the first time, wiped the tears on her face that had not yet dried, and persuaded, "The division of labor is the lifeblood of the members." If you don't earn a job, and you are not a city hukou, what will you live on in the future?"

These two women actually stood on the united front at this time.

Han Chunlei was a little surprised.

However, he still shook his head stubbornly and said: "I understand the reason, but I don't want to get up early and return late every day to work and earn work, this is not the life I want, I want to live a different way!"

"Change... What to change?" Mao Yuzhen didn't hear clearly, and asked loudly.

Han Chunlei said firmly: "I want to change the way of living, mother!"

"I don't know what kind of ball you want to change, I just know that you can't live without earning work!"

Mao Yuzhen waved her big hand and exercised the exclusive right of veto for the head of the family, "This matter is not negotiable!"