Era: My backyard is the garbage dump of the universe

Chapter 1 Rebirth in 1978 Years

1978, fall.

Around six in the morning, the gray morning fog secretly enveloped the entire Huajiao Production Brigade. From a high vantage point, the mountains, fields, and trees covered by the fog were looming, like a fairyland.

"Giggle..."

At this time, a loud and clear crowing of a rooster broke the tranquility of the mountain village and woke up the black-clothed young man "Liu Qingsong" who was sleeping in an old earthen brick house at the foot of Wild Boar Ridge.

After getting up in surprise, he rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked out the window: "Where did the rooster cry come from? Don't I live in the city center?"

To make sure what is in your heart.

Liu Qingsong even opened the half-closed window.

When he saw the thick fog outside, several chickens and ducks leisurely walking and looking for food in the threshing ground, and a child riding a big buffalo passed by the door and then quickly disappeared in the fog, he was completely stunned.

If memory serves me right.

Such scenes can only be seen in childhood or in dreams.

"And now that I've seen it, am I dreaming again?" Liu Qingsong murmured to himself, and for a moment he couldn't help but pinch himself hard.

Feeling the pain, Liu Qingsong was completely stunned.

Only then did I realize that something seemed to be wrong.

"Could it be that... I was reborn? Reborn in the hometown in my memory?" With trepidation and confusion, Liu Qingsong looked at himself in the mirror.

When Liu Qingsong saw his immature face, thick hair and thin body, he was so shocked that he almost cried out.

At the same time, the memories before rebirth and the memories after rebirth quickly merged and fast-forwarded in the mind.

This feeling made Liu Qingsong grit his teeth in pain, cold sweat broke out, he staggered and fainted on the bed.

When I woke up again, it was already half an hour later.

Although Liu Qingsong was not as shocked as before.

But I couldn't calm down for a long time.

Because according to the memories integrated in my mind.

He was basically certain that he was truly reborn.

Reborn on October 1978th, .

This can be seen from the calendar on the wall that has turned yellow due to rain.

But 1978 was the most difficult year for him and his family.

If I remember correctly, in July, my parents were wrongly accused of stealing the brigade's oil coupons, and have now been arrested and sent to a farm for forced labor.

As a result, he lost the opportunity to go to high school and could only farm at home.

In 1977 and 1978, Huajiao Brigade had not yet distributed land to households and still implemented the collective production responsibility system.

That is to say, like other villagers, he could only work in the production team to earn work points in exchange for daily necessities or allocated agricultural products.

This model is theoretically fair, at least in a year of good harvest everyone will not have to worry about food and drink.

But the problem is that after his parents were arrested, there was no able-bodied laborer in his family.

With his second sister and the few work points he occasionally earned, it was simply not enough to support the family.

What's more, his two younger brothers are still studying, and the daily expenses for food, drink, defecation and urination are very worrying.

If it weren't for my second sister's careful budgeting and spending money wisely, I'm afraid this family would have broken up long ago.

When he thought of his second sister, Liu Qingsong came to his senses and looked at the small room next door.

The door of the small room was open. It was obvious that my second sister had gone to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. This could be seen from the aroma of boiled sweet potatoes wafting in from the window.

Just about to go and help, and meet the 'younger' second sister.

The five-year-old, barefoot youngest sister, Liu Hongxia, trotted out the door and said, "Third brother, there's no firewood in the kitchen. Second sister asked me to ask you to go to the backyard and fetch a bundle."

"Okay! Okay!" Liu Qingsong rubbed the youngest sister's thin little head, turned around and walked towards the backyard.

He has six brothers and sisters in total. His eldest sister Liu Chunhua is now married. She married into the yellow croaker production brigade next door. Because her husband has many brothers and sisters, life is not easy for him.

As for my second sister Liu Lijuan, she is eighteen years old this year and was supposed to marry her partner next year. However, her plan fell through because her parents were sent to labor camps. I don’t know how much gossip she heard and how many times she cried because of this.

He was the third child. In order to make a living, he learned carpentry from his third uncle and masonry from his eldest uncle. After getting married and starting a family, he learned cooking and worked as a mechanic.

To sum it up in one sentence.

I can order anything.

But it seems that he is not proficient in anything.

As the saying goes, "too many skills to support a family" refers to people like him. As for the fourth child, Liu Qingshi, and the fifth child, Liu Qinglong, they both married into other families after growing up because their families were poor. Although the brothers and sisters did not stop communicating with each other, they rarely saw each other a few times a year.

Thinking of this.

Liu Qingsong couldn't help sighing.

He also secretly swore in his heart that since he was reborn in this life, the first thing he would do is to rescue his wronged parents, and to let his relatives live a rich and healthy life, and he would never let them worry about three meals a day and daily necessities.

Seeing that they had arrived at the backyard gate unknowingly, Liu Qingsong withdrew his thoughts and reached out to push open the heavy and broken wooden door.

There was a crunch.

The wooden door was slowly pushed open.

What surprised Liu Qingsong was that what came into view was not the familiar backyard environment, but an endless garbage dump.

There are countless piles of garbage in the garbage dump, some of which are so tall that they reach the clouds.

Compared to them, he looked as small as an ant standing at the backyard gate.

"This...what's going on?" Liu Qingsong thought he was seeing things and quickly rubbed his eyes.

When I looked at the backyard again, the garbage dump did not disappear. On the contrary, there was rumbling thunder in the sky and the sound of a large number of objects falling on the garbage dump.

This scene frightened Liu Qingsong. Even though he was a reborn person, he was so scared that he turned around and ran away.

The strange thing was that when he ran far away and looked back at the backyard, the garbage dump had disappeared, and what appeared in his eyes was the familiar backyard environment.

"What's going on?" Liu Qingsong stopped and stood there.

Just when I was about to go back to check, my youngest sister came running over with her short legs: "Third brother, why are you taking so long carrying a load of firewood? My second sister is already mad in the kitchen!"

"Oh! Oh!" Liu Qingsong smiled awkwardly. After hesitating for a moment, he quickly ran into the backyard, picked up a bundle of firewood from the corner and walked towards the kitchen.

He was a little nervous at first, but when he saw that nothing unusual happened, he breathed a sigh of relief.

In the kitchen, the skinny second sister Liu Lijuan was squatting in front of the wood stove, adding the firewood she had picked up.

Because the firewood was not completely dry, her face was smoked by the thick smoke and tears came out of her eyes.

Liu Qingsong walked to the kitchen door and was stunned when he saw this scene. Then he asked with concern: "Second sister, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying? Did someone bully you?"

The youngest sister who was following behind also tilted her head and looked at the second sister.

My second sister used to hide away and cry secretly.

This time he didn't hide.

It was a bit strange for her.

"What are you talking about? I wasn't bullied!" Liu Lijuan rolled her eyes at Liu Qingsong, then reached out to wipe away the tears on her face: "Can't you see that I was crying because of the smoke from the wet firewood?"

"Is that so?" Liu Qingsong smiled awkwardly and put the bundles of dry firewood in his hands next to his second sister.

Just as I was about to untie the ropes that bound the firewood, a middle-aged woman in patched clothes appeared at the kitchen door and asked, "Xiao Li, did you know that your uncle's 60th birthday is on the 8th of next month?"

"I know, Aunt Wang." Liu Lijuan replied while looking up.

Aunt Wang was their neighbor and a member of the Liu family, so there was nothing wrong with asking about things related to Uncle’s 60th birthday.

"So how much is your family prepared to contribute?" the middle-aged woman, Aunt Wang, asked again.

"Why are you asking this?" Liu Lijuan was a little confused.

After all, this fee is usually five yuan, and it is no secret in the entire team.

"I...I..." Aunt Wang hesitated to speak.

Liu Qingsong saw what Aunt Wang was here for. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Aunt Wang, you want to ask when we will pay back the fifteen yuan we owe?"

This fifteen yuan was borrowed by my second sister when my parents were arrested, and she borrowed from more than one relative. The total amount was more than one hundred yuan.

I thought I could get my parents out by borrowing so much money.

But in the end the money was spent.

The person was still sent in.

Now that I think about it, I really paid for my trouble.

"Yes." Aunt Wang saw that Liu Qingsong could actually guess her intention, so she smiled and said without beating around the bush: "I came here to ask you to pay me back, but there is really no other way. My family is in trouble, and I have a banquet next month. Otherwise, I would not have come here so early in the morning."

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(End of this chapter)