As soon as Wang Mingyuan woke up, he immediately struggled to sit up.

He found himself lying on a simple bamboo bed covered with straw mats and felt strips, covered with a very thin quilt with a slight smell of mold.

The quilt cover was sewn with a large needle bottom thread, it was washed to the point of whiteness, and several patches were applied. The pattern of the peony basket on it should have been very gorgeous.

The back of his head was so painful. Wang Mingyuan couldn't help but reach out and touched it. He found that gauze was wrapped around his head, which was wet. When he reached out, he saw a faint blood stain and some green juice.

After a little thought, my previous memories gradually emerged with the pain in my head.

At the beginning of the year, I bid farewell to the black and white rotation in the factory. I had a boring screw-tight career of twelve hours a day. I decided to use the savings of working for two years to regain my bee studies major and return to my old house in the mountains to maintain beekeeping and start a business.

After returning to the old house in the mountains, when he went into the mountains to check the resources of flowers, plants and bees, he accidentally broke into a wild boar nest that had just given birth to a few days ago. He was chased and accidentally fell on the cliff under the hillside while running away, unconscious.

Judging from the current situation, I must have been saved.

The house where he lives is made of soil and molded.

Such houses are very common in remote rural areas, but it has been too long. Except for a small number of elderly people living there, most of them have been severely damaged, and many have even collapsed.

To be honest, it is actually very comfortable to live in this kind of earthen house. The biggest feature is that it is warm in winter and cool in summer. However, it still cannot keep up with the trend of the times and has long been eliminated.

The earthen house is still intact now, and it can even be said to be a little new, and it should have been built for a few years.

Then, Wang Mingyuan saw the pictorial posted on the opposite wall.

"The countryside is a vast world where you can achieve great things."

"Going to the mountains and going to the countryside to have ambitions, and drawing new pictures against the sky and the earth."

Going to the countryside?

Wang Mingyuan immediately thought of the educated youth, a word that was engraved in history by countless people with their youth and sweat. There were also passionate songs echoing in his mind.

There is no way, the film and television dramas that tell this history were very popular at some time, and he had a lot of contact with him. Moreover, his grandfather was also an educated youth and had nearly ten years of his career as an educated youth. When he was young, he heard the old man mention those days a lot, and he knew a little.

The arrangement of items in the room is very consistent with that era.

Wang Mingyuan couldn't help but smile: "It's so serious... So, where am I?"

He turned his head and looked at the wooden window covered with newspaper on the earthen wall, and found that it was already bright outside. So he endured the pain on his body and turned over and put on his shoes. He came to the wooden door and wanted to open the door to see what was going on outside.

However, as soon as he pulled it, he found that the door was being buckled from outside.

"Is anyone there?"

Wang Mingyuan shouted a few times, and soon heard the sound of the door opening next door, and then there were tiny footsteps approaching, but the footsteps stopped in front of the door for a while, but there was no movement.

Wang Mingyuan frowned and looked outside at the gap in the door panel.

Outside was a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a bulging and bloated cloth, a melon-shaped face, delicate facial features, and her cheeks had rough red spots like those of plateau people exposed to ultraviolet light for a long time. Her long black hair was braided into big braids, which could all hang onto her butt.

She was looking at the door with a cautious look on her face.

"Girl, please help open the door." Wang Mingyuan asked.

When the girl heard this voice, she hesitated for a moment: "Wait, I'll ask someone to come and go."

After she finished speaking, she took a few steps back, then ran away with her big braid.

If you open a door, you have to call someone...

Wang Mingyuan retreated back to the bed and sat down speechlessly.

However, after waiting for a long time, there was no movement outside.

He walked to the door impatiently, shook it hard again, and then walked to the window without success. With a snap, he shot a hole in the newspaper that was covered in the window. When he looked out through the wooden window, he was stunned.

What appeared in Wang Mingyuan's eyes was a large black hole at the bottom opposite, a steep cliff more than twenty feet high. Just below the cliff, there were seven or eight bamboo buildings distributed on the hillside.

This cliff is so familiar. It seems to be the side of Zhangjiaao where the old house is located?

But have those bamboo buildings already decayed and collapsed and were covered by weeds and woods? Why are they still there?

Based on this, we infer that the earthen house where I was was the educated youth site of that year, but why was the house so intact? When I returned, the beams of the earthen house had rotted and broken, the tiles were covered with moss, and even small trees were growing on the earthen walls.

Although this is an old house, Wang Mingyuan and his family are actually not natives from Zhangjiaao, but from Mingcheng.

When my grandfather went to the countryside to be an educated youth, he came here.

In 1979, my grandfather returned to the city and worked for many years. After retirement, he didn't know how to get out of his stubbornness and insisted on coming back to see him. He stopped leaving. He also stubbornly spent half of his savings and bought the valley.

Zhangjiaao is located in the deep mountains and is very remote. It is about forty miles away from the town. It takes several hours to go to the market. Even Chenjiagou Village outside is more than ten miles away.

Originally, several families with Zhang surnamed lived here, and half of them mainly made a living by hunting. Even if they were incorporated into the Chenjiagou production team outside, they had to complete various agricultural work every day to earn labor points, but they could not change the hunting habit. They could rely on the mountains to earn the mountains.

When my grandfather returned, most of the families here had been merged into Chenjiagou outside, and some had moved to the town or county town. No one lived there anymore. The surrounding land was completely abandoned and covered with various vegetation. He did not spend too much money and bought it.

My grandfather lived in this earthen house and kept bees in this valley. He was not taken back to the city for treatment until he became ill in his later years. Before his death, he still kept talking about this place.

Wang Mingyuan could feel that this place had a very special feeling for grandfather.

When he was in elementary school, Wang Mingyuan often came here to accompany his grandfather during the winter and summer vacations and during the holidays. His parents were very busy with work and didn’t have much time to accompany him. He couldn’t let him be with TV every day or run wildly in the city to cause trouble.

Wang Mingyuan actually likes Zhangjiaao very much. When he gets here, there are always all kinds of unexpected new things. It is also interesting to listen to grandpa telling about the past.

The reason why Wang Mingyuan fell in love with bees was that when he finally chose a major in the college entrance examination, he applied for a bee major by a scattered person. It was because of his grandfather's influence. At that time, even squatting in front of the honeycomb and watching the bees go in and out was an interesting thing.

More than ten years ago, most of the bamboo buildings opposite were still there, and there were still people living there. The other cliffs, waterfalls, and streams were recalled carefully, and there was not much change from what I saw now.

I haven't run away, this place is definitely Zhangjiaao!

But, what's going on?

Wang Mingyuan suddenly thought of the already blackened large aluminum lunch box that he accidentally came across in the old house before entering the mountain.

In addition to finding a roll of coins tied with a headband in the lunch box, there is also an old train ticket.

Those coins are already antique-level for people in 2023. The smallest face value is one cent, the largest is only ten yuan, and the total is only thirty-eight yuan, seventy-six cents.

Wang Mingyuan had seen some shops and stalls selling old items in Mingcheng, and some people were charged and sold. He didn't know the price, but he knew that these coins would definitely make a small profit, so he immediately put them in the inner bag of the outer clothes carefully.

But unexpectedly, when he picked up the old ticket and looked through it, the ticket disappeared strangely.

At that time, I thought it was an illusion and didn't care much.

Now that I think about it carefully, it seems that after being chased by a wild boar and rolled down the cliff, a virtual screen that was about the size of the train ticket appeared in my mind.

When he noticed something was wrong, he was surprised and suspicious, Wang Mingyuan immediately closed his eyes and sensed it slightly. Soon, he saw the virtual screen in his mind. There were hundreds of black dots distributed on the left, and there were three strings of numbers on the right:

1980.3.27→2023.3.17

233:18:42
Chapter completed!