In the winter of next lunar year, in the Zhang Clan's Zhang Clan in the Yang City of Zhejiang Province, there were a few cement houses and more mud houses. There was a dirt road in the middle, which divided the village into two parts, namely, the upper and lower natural residences.
In the past half a month, Chen Guangsheng finally accepted this matter. He was reborn and went back to 28 years ago.
This was the place where he was born. Here, Chen Guangsheng spent the happiest 18 years of his life.
When he was 20 years old, Chen Guangsheng, like many young people, came to the big city to work with dreams. But soon, his dream was shattered by reality.
He had lived to 46 years old and was still working as a librarian in the library. That night, he was on the night shift and the library was on fire. Chen Guangsheng didn't have time to run and became a ghost in the fire. When he woke up again, it became like this.
"Brother, brother..."
A tender voice sounded, which made Chen Guangsheng, who was lying on the grass pile, get up immediately.
It was a little girl about seven or eight years old with two goat-horn braids. Her little face was red, and she was running and crying.
Her name was Chen Guangxue. She was eight years old and ten years younger than Chen Guangsheng. She was his biological sister.
At this time, although the day of the big pot of rice had ended after the disaster, the whole country's villages were the same. It was just to solve the problem of food and clothing.
Chen Guangxue was in a flowery coat, big and fat, like a ball. His sleeves were black, like a hard black shell.
This was very normal. The cotton-padded jacket would last for a long time, or even a winter. The adults were fine, but children only needed first-class snot or something to wipe it away. Over time, it would be like this.
"What's wrong, Xiaoxue? Don't be afraid. I'm here."
Chen Guangsheng hugged her, his eyes full of tenderness and love.
In his previous life, Chen Guang had lived a miserable life, not because he was an old bachelor, but because he was sorry for his family, because he had not returned home for five years since he left the Zhang family's territory.
When he went back again, he saw two solitary graves. He heard from the villagers that it was a snowy night in 94 years. Chen Guangxue had a sudden high fever, so his father carried his sister to the hospital in the countryside.
He didn't expect that he would accidentally fall off the cliff and both of them would die. This matter made Chen Guangsheng never come out for a lifetime.
Fortunately, God gave him another chance. In this life, Chen Guangsheng would never let this happen again.
"Brother, my father was beaten and bled a lot. Woo..."
The little girl said with fear in her eyes.
"What? Take me there."
Upon hearing this, Chen Guangsheng's eyes turned red. He tried hard to recall what had happened that day, but he couldn't remember for a long time.
Chen Guangxue wiped his tears with his sleeves and pulled Chen Guangsheng to go home.
As the name suggested, the Zhang family in the village had a big surname. Chen Guangsheng estimated that about 70 to 80 percent of the people in the village were surnamed Zhang. The Chen family had a single surname.
At this time, in the countryside, the awareness of the law was very thin. Everything depended on people. This was the so-called "Xu family".
The Zhang family was a big family, and the Chen family was a small family, so they would suffer losses in many things.
There were two mud huts in Chen Guangsheng's house, which were the tails of my village.
When Chen Guangsheng arrived, there was already a crowd outside, and all the villagers of the Zhang Clan were whispering something.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"
Chen Guangsheng got anxious at once. He put down Chen Guangxue and rushed inside to drag him out.
"The eldest and eldest members of the Chen family are here."
"What's the big boy? So what if he comes? It's useless for him to come today. There must be an explanation for this matter. Why is his family special?"
Chen Guangsheng ignored these people and soon rushed to the front. But when he saw the scene in front of him, his eyes turned red in an instant.
His father, Chen Zhangqiang, was sitting at the door with his hands covering his head. Blood kept flowing out from his fingers. In front of him, there were two men in their thirties and forties, one of whom was holding a wooden stick.
"Zhang Yuanfu, I'll fuck your ancestors!"
Chen Guangsheng roared, looked around, picked up the shoulder pole leaning against the wall, and swung it.
"Yuesheng, don't!"
Seeing this scene, before the people around could react, Chen Zhangqiang quickly rushed over and hugged him.
"Dasheng is usually so coy. When did he become so brave?"
"Oh my god, if we continue to fight, we will be sent to the hospital."
The people around finally came to their senses and said with shocked faces. They looked at Chen Guangsheng with strange eyes.
"Dad, let go of me. I'll beat this bastard to death!"
Although Chen Guangsheng was a young man, his strength was not as strong as Chen Changqing's. After being held by Chen Changqing's waist, he could not break free.
In desperation, Chen Guangsheng threw the shoulder pole out, but Zhang Yuanfu, who had turned around, avoided it.
Zhang Yuan was also a rich man, and his brother was a scholar. With this relationship, he was arrogant and domineering in daily life. The one surnamed Zhang was not bad, but people with a different surname like Chen Guangsheng were often bullied by him.
Although he was not hit by the shoulder pole, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and he stared at Chen Guangsheng with extreme anger.
"You son of a bitch, you're courting death!"
As he spoke, he swung the stick and smashed it down.
When the stick was about to hit him, Chen Guangsheng's body was suddenly pushed away.
"Yes..."
Chen Zhangqiang's back was heavily hit and he groaned. However, Zhang Yuanfu did not give up and continued to chase after Chen Guangsheng.
"Yuanfu, put down the stick for me!"
At this moment, a loud shout suddenly sounded.
"Here comes the letter."
Upon hearing this, everyone made way for the man who was running over.
He looked very similar to Zhang Yuanfu. He was the village branch of the Zhang Clan's dam and his brother, but he looked younger than Zhang Yuanfu.
"Brother, it was this little bastard who started it first."
Zhang Yuanfu was still a little afraid of his brother.
"You bastard, I asked you to collect taxes. Who asked you to do it?"
Zhang Yuanguo came over and slapped off the stick in Zhang Yuanfu's hand and kicked him.
Although Zhang Yuanfu looked unhappy, he didn't say anything.
"Let's go. There's nothing to see."
Zhang Yuanguo's words carried great weight here, so when he got angry, the crowd gradually dispersed.
"Changqiang, are you okay?"
"It's okay? Try to get a few hits."
Chen Guangsheng looked at him with a cold face.
"F*ck you..."
Zhang Yuanfu was angry again, but before he could finish his words, Zhang Yuanguo glared at him and couldn't say what he wanted to say in an instant.
"I'm fine. Can't you take your time with the food? I really can't hand it over now."
Chen Zhangqiang also glared at Chen Guangsheng, and then looked at Zhang Yuanguo with an ingratiating look.
To put it bluntly, the so-called public food was the agriculture tax. At this time, there were still 15 years before the agriculture tax was abolished.
For many families, this was a huge burden, especially for the Chens.
In order to respond to the country's policy, the Zhang Clan had also carried out the "family management contract" in advance. According to people's property, after paying the public grain every year, the rest would belong to him.
But the problem was that there were only the three of them in the Chen family. After Chen Guangsheng's mother gave birth to Xiaoxue, she ran away with a foreigner, so there were very few fields in their family.
Every year, after the agriculture industry was removed, the rest could only survive. In addition, the harvest of the drought this year was not good, which made the situation worse.