Rebirth of the 90s: Dear Cub
Chapter 10: those years, past events
The other villagers were also filled with righteous fury.
"I asked a few days ago. Even if the quality of watermelon grown in the fields this year is slightly worse, they will charge at least six cents per catties. If you give us three cents?! We are all busy !" throughout the year. , get fertilizer money in the end!"
"There's also a sweet potato, a penny and a catty! Do you accept goods or cannibals? Didn't you clearly want to gnaw at our bones!"
There were two people surrounded by a crowd.
One was a young man wearing a floral shirt, jeans, and a frog mirror on his face.
One was an old man wearing a white shirt and polyester trousers.
Faced with angry questions from the Taoxi villagers, the two looked calm, with arrogance visible in their eyes.
“Brother, instead we want to lower the price, this is just the current market price.” The old man in a robe smiled lightly, speaking in a haughty manner, "Your design doesn't have much in common, besides, Taoxi Village is secluded, and the mountain road to enter the village is very difficult to pass through, and ordinary merchants are not willing to come here at all, and they have to lose money for the round-trip delivery. kindly take you for the sake of the neighbors of both villages, and, in the end I complained and cheated It made me look like a human .”
The youth in the Ha Toad Mirror was even more disrespectful as he spoke, "The price is already mentioned. If you want to sell it, you can sell it. If you don't sell it, wait until your hand is broken! Never think of the appearance of melons and fruit that you plant. My uncle's good intentions were in vain, otherwise who would accept it? I don't know what's good or what's wrong!"
"You!" The Taoxi villagers were trembling with anger, but there was nothing they could do.
What people say has a point.
The land in their village was barren, although carefully planted, it was difficult to plant it in good condition, even the yield was very low.
The plant that grows, the plant is an empty shell. Other villages produce thousands of catties of rice per mu, but in their villages, if they harvest six to seven hundred catties, it is considered a great harvest.
Planting watermelon, when the finished product is picked, most of the melon is small, and the butt is small is not good.
When growing sweet potatoes, people may dig four or five of the trees, but the three they grow very little in the nest.
Not to mention corn, potatoes and other fruits.
The most important thing was that they wanted to find someone to take for themselves, but they had no way of finding anyone.
In the past two years, some people in the village went to the farmers market in the district to look for the beneficiaries, but they had no idea what was going on. When they heard that it was from Taoxi Village, they shook their heads and said they would not accept it. They don't even talk about it.
What is planted in the field there is a time limit, after which the melons are plucked and the fruits rot in the field, at which time they are completely at a loss.
For a while, the atmosphere in the courtyard was stifling and boring.
The Taoxi villagers fell silent, their eyes filled with sadness and despair.
Day after day, year after year, suffering in days of hard work and poverty.
They don't know when it's big.
There's no hope at all.
Xi Nakamura and the two left the list of quotes and left.
The villagers in the courtyard also dispersed. As they left, everyone's backs bent, as if they were being bent by something.
When Zhang Xifeng was about to leave, he was stopped by the village chief's wife.
"He, Auntie Zhang, wait a minute, I just boiled some corn on the stove, you can take it back a little and taste it with my baby."
"Just corn, it's okay. Wait a minute, I'll pack it for you." Luo Yuqiong, the wife of the village chief, was several years older than Zhang Xifeng, nearly seventy years old, with white hair.
He found a small, clean bamboo basket in the kitchen, immediately took out the freshly boiled corn, and subconsciously put it into Zhang Xifeng's hands when he came out.
"Yesterday, the buffalo at home went crazy. Huazi came back and told us. I was so scared I broke out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, nothing happened. I should have gone to see you and your baby yesterday. It's late at night and I'm thinking of going there during the day. After he finished speaking, Luo Yuqiong looked at Qi Qi, who was obedient and obedient, and his eyes softened, "This is Qi Qi, right? She's a good girl."
"Yes. I was only four and a half years old, so I already knew how to help with my work. She's sweet and submissive." Speaking of Qiqi, Zhang Xifeng's heavy face eased up, and he patted Qiqi's small head, "Qiqi, this is Grandma Luo."
Qiqi immediately exclaimed timidly, in a sweet and gentle voice, “Grandmother Luo.”
"Hey, good, good boy." Luo Yuqiong smiled, looked at Qiqi attentively, looking up and down, as if he did not see enough.
Seeing him, the eye sockets turned red.
At this moment, Li Shuigen, the old village chief who was also a beautiful haired, also came closer, looked into Qiqi's eyes, and stroked Qiqi's small head with her big palm, "Come to Grandpa's house to play while you have some free time, you Huazi brother A few years older than you, let him take you to catch birds and fish.
Qiqi replied timidly, the feeling of her petty head being caressed made her embarrassed and uncomfortable.
After arriving at Taoxi Village, his forehead was touched several times.
An unusual sense of intimacy left Qiqi a little confused, very confused.
Zhang Xifeng chatted again with the old village chief and his wife, and left with Qiqi.
When he walked out of Li's courtyard, Qi Qi couldn't help but look back.
Grandma Luo was still standing there, looking at him.
The village chief's grandfather crouched under the shade of the roof while smoking dried tobacco with a cigarette, thick smoke covered his face making it hard to see clearly.
However, Qiqi felt a little sad for some reason, "Mother-in-law, grandfather, the village chief, cried."
Zhang Xifeng sighed softly, "Your grandfather, the village chief, is worried about big and small things in the village. This year, everyone will not be able to earn money. He's worried."
“Grandmother Luo seemed to have just cried, was she also worried that everyone could not make money?”
Waer asked innocently, but this time Zhang Xifeng was silent for a long time.
As he was about to return home, he whispered something about Luo Yuqiong to Wa'er, "Your grandfather, the village chief, and Grandma Luo had five children together, four sons and one daughter. Then there was a famine, and four people died.young, leaving only a third son." He survived. Among the four people who died at such a young age, the youngest was their youngest daughter, who was also a four-and-a-half year old doll like you. I took a handful of bran from someone else, and was eventually beaten to death... When I left, my whole body was so thin that only a few bones remained..."
“Your grandmother Luo saw you and thought about her little baby.”
Zhang Xifeng's voice became choked, and he turned to wipe away the tears from the corner of his eyes.
His only son also died in the last year of starvation.
And her husband also stayed on the battlefield and never returned.
Most of the elderly people in the village have experienced this, and every household feels unspeakable suffering.
Those years, past events, cannot be mentioned.
When mentioned, it was filled with blood and tears.