The sealed bus carriage was filled with various unpleasant smells, and the dusty grass and trees on the roadside were gray and yellow.

The dust is flying wherever the wheels pass, causing the motorcycle riders who are passing by.

Crossing the Shibawan Mountain Road, the long-distance bus drove into the wild town where people and vehicles were chaotic.

The chaos and dirty scenes of Ye Town evoke the young memories of the junior high school years. Duan Yi remembers the fourteen-year-old girl he had secretly fallen in love when he first started. The maturity and beauty of the other person in his memory are still as clear as before ten years. The memories before adulthood are too magical. I believe that in ten years, or even twenty years, if you suddenly remember Duan Yi, you can still say her name, the "Xiao Ling" who had foolishly cut down more than a thousand times back then.

Xiao Ling was just a memory of her boring middle school years, and the other party might not know that he was willing to be self-indulgent.

The other party may not know that there is such a shy little boy like Duan Yi.

Duan Yi hurriedly changed his short-distance bus, got off at Shiqiaotou, walked along the earth dam embankment by the river, and saw the village standing against the mountain through the golden rice fields.

"You are back!" The villagers who met on the road looked admiration in the eyes of the past. In the past, they would smile and say, "The college student is back!"

The only college student in the village became a prisoner, which seriously impacted their notion that reading was useless.

"Look at whose son opened a factory in the triangle area, he started working at the age of sixteen."

"No need to say that, look at who is not a big word, but now he is good at both the black and white roads, and he is obeying his commands."

"Look at whose family, the beards are coming out after reading, and the two pigs raised at home have just enough tuition fees. So what about college students? They have gone to jail yet. What's the use of studying?"

Behind him was chasing a group of children who were almost completely unfamiliar with him, and they shouted from afar: "College students, college students, labor reform criminals, labor reform criminals..."

Duan Yi turned around coldly, and the little guys ran away consciously. Duan Yi continued to move forward, and the noise behind him remained.

Duan Yi's home is at the end of the village, and the keys are no longer as good as the new lock that he has changed. He is waiting on the cold threshold stone.

The autumn was cold, Duan Yi hugged his hand and leaned against the old and mottled door and fell asleep leisurely.

Just like sleeping outside the station last night.

Hell, it must have changed the weather, it's colder now than last night.

When I was woken up by my father, it was too late.

Dried radish with hot porridge, the delicious food of Duanyi is very fragrant, the purest taste of hometown is in the simplest dish.

"You are so embarrassed that you have sent you to study for more than ten years in vain, but you have ended up in such a field." My father said. "Your mother is so angry with you, you are really crazy."

"Really crazy?" Duan Yi asked. At this time, his mother, who was carrying an empty dung bucket, came back from outside.

"I'm really crazy. I'll tell everyone that her son is the top scholar in the official position, and at the same time I'm so happy that the woman in the village is crazy." The father glanced at his mother who was silent and said as if no one else was around. "And he also became a fairy, saying that there was a god talking to her in his ear, saying that she had great potential."

"Oh!" Duan Yi said. "I want to build a farm at home and grow fruits, vegetables, animals and animals."

My mother immediately cursed. "I said that this wild breed sent him to study for free. Only the unpromising people would farm at home. I wasted a waste of my raising a nest of pigs a year, and it was all spent on him."

"Hey, mom, I also said that God will give you guidance." Duan Yi said. "God probably won't tell you to swear! I think the word "wild" is really harsh."

"Oh!" The mother suddenly returned to her former calmness and started to work on trivial housework.

"I took her to the psychiatric hospital in the town for a month. She looked like a normal person, talking and laughing with others. Whenever she mentioned gods and ghosts, she would immediately mutter to herself." said his father.

"It should be that menopause is stimulated, and it is not handled well, which leads to schizophrenia." Duan Yi said. "She will not admit that she has problems, right? She firmly believes that the gods in her ears are real existences."

"Well," said my father. "The doctor said the same."

At this time, my mother put down the work in her hand, sat on the stool, and began to murmur.

"That's it." My father said. "I'm useless. I can't do anything in this state. I still have to take care of her."

Duan Yi walked over and gently patted his mother's shaking body, trying to hear what she muttered to herself. But his mother said, "You don't need to take a photo, you'll go away." Then she continued to murmur.

I didn't hear a word clearly.

Duan Yi chopped firewood, burned fire, picked up two large buckets of pig food, fed pigs, fed bran, fed chickens, cooked rice, stir-fried vegetables, ate, bathed, and went to bed.

The dark and unseen night in the countryside is pure, and there are hundreds of unknown chirping sounds mixed in the countryside. People who toss and turn on the hard wooden bed are unable to sleep.

Duan Yi's hand could not be placed, and some kind of catharsis was extended to the far end of the endless space by the pure darkness of the night.

The manpower harvesting of rice was Duan Yi's most reluctant thing. He Gao cut the skin on his hands out of fine and messy wounds. The fragments penetrated into the pores, making his sweaty whole body, and itchy.

The fields are full of elderly people, women and children.

Duan Yi, wearing a straw hat and fair skin, became the most special person.

Nowadays, young people in the countryside are no longer in the fields. They either go out to work, go to wild towns, or hide in their rooms to play games.

The young people who went to the ground were undoubtedly the most bizarre scenery in the new countryside.

While resting on the edge of the field, a woman called Uncle Ten by generation sighed, "Oh, it would be better if my mountain pig is as diligent as you. I will drag my life and death, and he is still playing with the computer at home."

Duan Yi recognized the boar, a boy who was eighteen.

"What do he usually do?" Duan Yi asked.

"He usually goes to Ye Town to play, and he only gives him more than a thousand yuan in pocket money a month." Uncle Ten said. "I seem to have become much more sensible recently. I say that the monthly money for working outside is not enough for rent, and my parents have to pay more than a thousand yuan in pocket money. Now I live in my home and play computers every day. Not only does it solve the problem of food and accommodation, but it doesn't have to work to get angry, but it can also save more than a thousand yuan in pocket money. Playing computer games can also make money. Can playing computer games really make money? I think he is lying to me."

"There is indeed a game that can make money." Duan Yi said. "The mountain pig is quite smart."

"Yes," Uncle Ten sighed. "There is nothing strange in this world. Those who work hard and study hard now are useless. The times have changed!"

"Um!"

After the rice harvest in the tail season was finished, Duan Yi asked his father what the cheapest crop this year was.

“What is the cheapest?”

"It will lose money if you plant it, but it will not be sold if you raise it."

My father said it was cherry, garlic and pork.

"Okay, we will grow these things next year." Duan Yi said.

"You are so stupid as to study. You dare to raise such a cheap thing," said my father angrily.

When turning the ground, a quick loose and shallow skin layer was quickly turned, and the father next to him said angrily, "I have never seen such a lazy bug who cuts corners. It depends on how you have to eat."

Duan Yi left all the dozen pigs under the sow. His father shouted angrily, "I don't think I'll make this family poor."

People in the village say that reading too much is really terrible.

The following year, the garlic that was in short supply in the market turned into "Garlic You Ru" and the cherry and pork were no exception.

"We have earned the harvest of the past ten years in a year!" My father lit the banknotes in his hand and said. "We will increase our cultivation this year."

"No, I made it." Duan Yi said. "This year, I have to change something else. You are waiting to see the fields next year. They will be full of pink kudzu and garlic, and pigs full of pens. Chinese farmers only have one-year thinking of chasing the rise. Even if this situation is made into a national notice, it will not change the one-year law that lasts for thousands of years. This year, you can feel at ease to plant the most affordable taro."

The villagers came to learn from the scriptures and asked why they made a lot of money in the things they grew. Duan Yi did not tell the rules of one year, because he knew such a simple rule, which was not understandable by their heads. He did not mean to despise the great wisdom of the people.

"You can follow me to grow and raise." Duan Yi said.

"The people who have read books are different," said Uncle Ten.

Duan Yi set up a farm, specializing in chasing low-cost farming, and posted direct sales information online.

Duan Yi also threw in the books he insisted on writing every night, but it was often like a rock sinking into the sea.

It’s not bad to be a farmer, Duan Yi plans to live like this.

The "big brother" in Ye Town did not intend to let Duan Yi live like this.

Duan Yi was invited to Qinglong Villa in Ye Town.

Qinglong Villa is planned with unique craftsmanship, beautiful fountains, unique rockery, quaint rotating waterwheels, winding garden roads, random artificial lakes on the sidelines, and diverse antique blue brick and tile buildings.

Aside from the flowerbed, a young woman and a little boy were picking flowers. The young woman was dressed simply and casually, with short hair on her shoulders. Duan Yi felt that the unknown pink flowers in the flowerbed were pleasing to the eye, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances, and he couldn't help but take a few more glances at the plump and orderly back of the young woman.

The young woman turned around, and her eyes, her bright black pupils who were not afraid of looking at each other quickly pulled Duan Yi back to her fourteen-year-old junior high school years.

At that time, in the auditorium where people were surging, Duan Yi's eyes were chasing her charming head. She turned around inadvertently and touched the fourteen-year-old girl with burning eyes, but did not retreat. The meaningful few seconds of looking at each other occupied all the fantasies he had in middle school.

"Xiao Ling!"

"Duan Yi!"

"You recognize me?"

"No one recognizes the genius of Ye Town. You have never spoken to me, but your eyes look heart-warming." Xiao Ling's natural smile and voice remained charming back then.

"I've had a crush on you."

"I know," Xiao Ling means a lot. "Wait until the back mountain to talk about the past."

Duan Yi couldn't imagine that his heart was beating wildly and was exactly the same as when he was fourteen years old.

Duan Yi was taken to the main building, and the owner of the forties was very polite.

"My name is Huang Di, and no one in Ye Town doesn't know me."

"Emperor!" Duan Yi asked. "Is his real name?"

"It's like a fake one." Huang Di said calmly.

"What do you want to talk about today?"

"Brother, tell me directly. I heard that you built a farm in the village, which is quite profitable." Huang said.

"That's right."

"I heard that you just came back from outside and don't understand the rules of Ye Town."
To be continued...