Reborn in the 70s / Reborn in 1978

The temperature rises little by little, the snow melts little by little, and when the small river at the door opens, spring plowing will begin, and it will be the end of April and the beginning of May, when the real new year begins.

The first farming task in spring is to stubble.

Holding a four-claw iron crawler, along the old ridges of last year, one by one, they dug out the roots of corn and sorghum left in the field last year, piled them in the field and burned them.When the land is dug, the burnt ashes will naturally be turned into the soil, which can be used to fertilize the land.

After burning the stubble, plowing the land and planting the land, another year of work begins.

The temperature gets higher day by day, the mountains turn greener day by day, and the children grow taller year by year.

Follow my brother up the mountain and down the river, catch grasshoppers and crickets, poke this white goose to provoke that yellow dog, run around a few times for nothing, and get something back and forth. Spring and summer have passed like this.

In July, Zhang Xingming’s grandfather fell down while walking by the river just like in the previous life, and then he lay on the kang and couldn’t get better after raising him for a while. The second uncle and the fifth uncle discussed the euthanasia for the grandfather .

Dad was the last one who knew about his grandfather's death. He rushed back from the city and led his brother and Zhang Xingming to see off the funeral. The two brothers kowtowed to grandpa a few times in the dark room of the second uncle's house, and then nothing happened. The children should do whatever they want together, but there is an extra black cloth hoop on their arms.

After returning to grandma's house, dad sat by the window for a while and wiped away his tears. Although grandpa treated dad badly, he must be his biological father.

Dad is a very filial person, otherwise how could he be scolded and save money and send things back every year, maybe what he needs is just a little smile from grandpa, but unfortunately it didn't come true until grandpa passed away.

In the last life, Zhang Xingming's grandparents took care of him until his death, and his father took care of him with all his heart for more than ten years.Later, grandpa couldn't move anymore, and dad specially cooked and stewed vegetables for him every day and delivered them to the bedside, wiped his body and changed his clothes, sometimes when grandpa was pulled onto the bed, dad squatted in the toilet to wash.

The toilets in Northeast people are not big, and my father is fat, but he never complained until his grandfather passed away.In that era, it was this kind of love that supported countless families.

When Dad returned to the city, Zhang Xingming and his elder brother were left alone, and started climbing mountains and rivers every day.

In August, when it was grandpa's turn to herd sheep for the team, Zhang Xingming and his elder brother happily followed him several times.The cattle, sheep, horses and donkeys of the team are usually herded by each family in turn. The sheep belong to a family for a month, the cows belong to a family for half a year, and the horses and donkeys are only a few, and they are directly raised in the families of several cadres in the team.

In the [-]s, production was contracted to households, and these things were divided. Anyway, Zhang Xingming’s grandma’s family didn’t have anything. The captain’s father’s family had an extra flock of sheep and a cow. Since then, his family has become rich. Until the year Zhang Xingming came back, he was still raising sheep.That horse died at the hands of the captain, Mr. Zhong, until his death.

The team's sheep pen was built by the old willow tree by the river, and the strong smell of mutton can be smelled from a distance. The sheep flock is not big, there are less than twenty sheep in total, a few old sheep, and the rest are old sheep. lamb.

Grandpa took a whip and a few pieces of salt from the house next to the pen, and then opened the gate of the pen. With a roar, the tallest and largest sheep in the flock stood up with a bleat, and walked slowly towards the gate. This is the head sheep. , has lived for many years, his shoulder height is about the same as Zhang Xingming's height, and there is a copper bell hanging around his neck. When he walks, the bell jingles, and the rest of the sheep will listen to the bell and follow behind him.

Generally, a flock of sheep uses an old sheep as the head sheep. Just like people, when they get older and see more, their personality will be stable and it will not be easy to have accidents.

After the sheep came out of the pen, they walked up the mountain along a small path beside the sheep pen. After passing through the houses of several families, they reached the half-hillside. Or standing scattered and piled up, the sheep passed through these stones.

Grandpa took out the salt, threw it far away and smashed it on the stone, and the sheep gathered around to lick for a while. This is artificially supplementing the salt for the sheep. Animals, like people, will get sick if they lack salt.

When the flock of sheep slowly went up the mountain, grandpa stopped driving and took out his cigarette bag to sit on the rock and smoke.The head sheep found a place with plenty of grass and bowed its head to graze. The other sheep did not run around, but just grazed not far from the head sheep, bleating a few times from time to time.

From this mountain, you can overlook the whole village including Nangou. The river flowing down from the mountain in the east is quietly shining with light waves, and bends through the village. , the stream flowing out of the Nangou flows into the river in a T-shape, and the banks of the river slowly spread out, and then begin to rise after a few tens of meters. The seedlings in the field on the hillside are higher than the roofs of the houses here.

The sloping land used to be a forest, all pine trees, stretching to the distance, looking up, one higher than one hill undulating under the white clouds, without end.

Zhang Xingming was sitting on a rock, basking in the sun, watching the sheep grazing, feeling a little drowsy. His brother was lying on a rock not far away, using a straw stick to tease the ants under the rock.

Suddenly there was a chirping sound in the air, and a black shadow passed over their heads. The flock was a little flustered. The lamb bleated and squeezed to the head sheep. The head sheep looked up at the sky and moved its hooves uneasily.

Grandpa put down his cigarette pouch, walked over with a whip, and stood beside the head sheep. The head sheep became more stable, turning in small circles on the spot, and the bell around its neck jingled.

It was a vulture, its size could not be discerned even when it was flying high in the sky. It circled a few times above the flock of sheep, suddenly lowered its height, and swooped straight to the top of the mountain.Grandpa put his finger into his mouth and whistled. After a while, there was also a whistle from the other side of the mountain. There was a team of cows over there, and it was unknown who was grazing the cows.

I heard the cow mooing on the other side of the mountain, the sound was loud, mixed with a few eagle cries, and then the sound of whipping and people scolding came over.

Grandpa waved his whip and led the head sheep to the hill. Zhang Xingming and his elder brother followed closely behind grandpa, saying that the wild eagle catches a child like a game.

After walking for more than ten minutes, turning around a steep slope, I saw the herd of cattle, and they had regained their composure. At the bottom of the rocky cliff at the root of the mountain, the cattle herder was squatting there, with a calf lying in front of him. Get up, but fall again several times.

As he approached, the grandfather called out: "Old five?" The cowherd stood up and turned around, and said, "Second uncle, are you herding sheep today?"

"What's wrong? I saw the carving come down, are you okay?" Grandpa asked.

The fifth child pointed to the calf and said, "It's over there. Grabbed the back of the calf and tore it apart."

A few people walked over, only to see several finger-thick blood holes on the calf's back, with a piece of flesh torn, leaning against a stone and panting.The eagle was lying on the edge of the stone. Its body was torn apart from between its two legs, and its intestines flowed out.

The fifth child said: "This big guy didn't hold it steady. One paw grabbed the calf's back, and the other paw caught the stone. As a result, the cow ran away in pain and pulled it. I whipped it a few times. Whip, it can’t get up, it was torn apart by the calf, this guy scared me.” Grandpa looked at the eagle, squatted down to look at the calf carefully, and said, “This calf is finished, the spine Ripped apart."

The fifth child nodded and said, "Well, I saw it, and I was waiting to die. Why do you think there are such big old eagles now? It's too scary. If you want to catch a child someday, you can do it." Grandpa looked up the mountain, pointed in one direction, and said, "Climb up from here, and it's not far up. A few years ago, four or five years ago, there was a tiger. Do you remember? Later, the army came to catch the tiger. I went to the mountains.” The fifth child nodded and said, “Remember, don’t talk about tigers now, wild animals can’t be seen anymore. In the past few years, wild boars didn’t come to the village often. Run into the mountains and run away."

Grandpa nodded and said, "The wild things are all far away. I don't know where this old eagle came from. It's so big that it must have been around for more than ten years."

After talking a few gossips, my elder brother squatted beside the big eagle, reached out to touch it, and pulled a few feathers from its wings to hold it in his hand.From a distance, I saw several people passing the house and climbing up here.The fifth child said: "My boy has come up. Just now I asked him to go to the team to call someone. It's a big deal to lose a cow. If you don't know clearly, I will get it. Not only will you lose the cow, but you won't be allowed to go in." Grandpa said: "It's okay, I will testify."

The person approached, it was the third child of Old Zhong's family, and his elder brother was the captain.

"Second uncle is here too." Lao Yuan Zhong Lao San greeted his grandpa, and grandpa nodded in response.The third and fifth children of the old Zhong's family have a good reputation in the village, but the three elder brothers in his family are not very popular, and they kind of avoid it if there is no need.

"Oh, this big old eagle, I haven't seen such a big one for many years, right? Is it the second uncle? I remember that someone in the castle when I was young used a gun to shoot one similar to this one. More than ten years?" Grandpa nodded and said, "Yukun shot him, and his gun is accurate." Zhang Xingming was thinking, who is this Yukun?Who is it?It must have belonged to his grandparents anyway.

Zhong Laosan looked at the eagle and the calf, and asked the one who came with him to go back to the village to find someone. He wanted a few more people to carry the calf down. Although the eagle looked big, it was actually not heavy. I couldn't get up, so I went down the mountain alone.

It wasn't until after noon that seven or eight people came up, carrying wooden poles and ropes, and carried the calf down the mountain. After they packed up and carried the cattle down the mountain, the sun had already reached the top of the western mountain, and the cattle and sheep should be returned to the pen. .

The fifth child was leading the cattle, and the grandfather led Zhang Xingming and his elder brother to drive the sheep down the mountain behind.

Halfway up the mountain, when we were about to arrive at someone’s house, I suddenly heard the sound of gongs coming from Nangou’s house. It was not as loud as the sound of gongs. Someone also started knocking, and after a few minutes, there were people knocking from the west of the village to the east of the village, and then people kept running out of their homes, from the east side of the village to the west side of the village, and then ran along the road to Nangou's house.

Grandpa set up an awning to look towards Nangou, looked at it for a while, and said, "Is it the old Yang's house or the old Liu's house that is on fire."

Zhang Xingming asked: "Then who knocked the gong?" Grandpa bowed his head and walked down the mountain, and said, "Your grandma knocked. There is no gong, but you are not allowed to knock on the copper basin. See if you see it. When you knock, the villagers will go to the village." I ran away over there, if I let you beat me casually, would I pay it back? Is the beating not in vain?" Zhang Xingming rubbed his butt, saying that he had been beaten that time since he was reborn, and it was a real beating.In the last life, I remembered that my grandma had such a copper basin, which was rarely used. When I saw it this time, I couldn’t help but knocked it a few times with a stick. As a result, my butt was almost opened up by the broom that my grandma used to sweep the kang. , It’s really pumping hard, it still hurts to touch it now.

Now he understands that this is the current fully automatic fire alarm system in rural areas, but it is much faster than people running to spread the word. From the mountain, there are more than [-] people running past, and the reaction speed is not similar to that of the cities in later generations. Possibly even faster.

At this time, you can clearly see that there is a fire, and the black smoke has risen. It is more than ten meters high. It is Lao Yang's house, the first one on the roadside, and it is easy to recognize.

After grandpa put the sheep into the pen, locked the gate, and led the two brothers back home, the fire over there had already been extinguished, and the villagers were walking back. Small.

Entering his own house, it was dark, and the lights were not on. Zhang Xingming went to pull the switch a few times, but when there was no response, he shouted: "Grandma, why is the light off?"

Grandma was preparing to eat, and said: "The power went out, Lao Yang's home appliances caught fire, and the child's arms are cooked, stay away from the electricity in the future, listen?"

Zhang Xingming blinked his eyes, remembering his last life, didn't the wires on the utility pole fall and knocked out his child's arm?How did this become a fire?I don't understand, I went to help my grandpa light the wax and stood on the table, my grandma brought the food in, my brother had already taken off his shoes and was waiting by the table.

Sitting at the table and serving the meal, grandma poured a glass of wine for herself and grandpa, and said, "How can the wire on the utility pole still fall? The wire fell and fell on the head of his child. The child is good at it." , her elbows were all burned. Mrs. Yang heard the cries and went out to see the child, and the fire came out from the stove here, setting the house on fire. I happened to be in the yard, listening to Mrs. Yang's howls, and saw , There was smoke on the roof of his house. Fortunately, people came quickly, and it was close to the river, so it didn’t burn, but there was a piece of the roof leaking.” He took a sip of his wine, smacked his lips, and ate a mouthful of vegetables. "It's a pity for that child."

When Zhang Xingming heard it, oh yeah, what he remembered hadn't changed, so he let go of his a little bit of suspense.

Same as the previous life, the old Yang family moved out the next day, and the house was vacant, and no one lived there anymore. Later, Boss Zhong and his father used it as a sheep pen.

The next night, my grandfather went to herd the sheep again, so he didn't ask Zhang Xingming and his brothers to follow, probably because they were frightened by the big old eagle.When I came back in the evening, I brought back some beef from the team. This was a rare treasure in the countryside at that time. At that time, killing cattle was illegal, and it was a crime of "destroying agricultural production" and had to be shot.Even if the cattle themselves die of illness, they have to report to each level, and a special person will check to see if they really died of illness.

Dinner is roasted beef, but grandma can't cook it, and it's going to be stewed like pork. At that time, few people knew how to cook beef.

Zhang Xingming had no choice but to go into battle, uh, command from the side.Cut the beef into pieces across the fascia, grab it with soy sauce, and cut the potatoes into pieces. At this time, there are not so many seasonings and details, and there is no MSG in the countryside.Sauté the onion and garlic in a pan, put it in and stir fry a few times, add some soy sauce, add water, put a few pitted hawthorns in it, bring to a boil on high heat, turn off the heat and cover with a lid to simmer.At that time, monosodium glutamate was called Ajinomoto, and MSG was invented and imported by Xiao RB, so it was named RB, but it was actually the processed extract of sea intestines.

The veal is cooked quickly, and hawthorn is added. After ten minutes, the aroma will rise through the pot, and the soup will thicken. A simple version of potato roast beef will be ready. Corn noodles and big pickles will be served. The table is open for eating.