Era: I was a farmer at the foot of Yaoling Mountain

Chapter 1 Returning to the Hometown to Farm
Fire in July.

The weather this year was particularly hot. Fang Wei felt almost suffocated as he walked along the mountain path carrying a large pile of dry firewood he had collected. Sweat streamed down his cheeks and onto the ground, and his clothes were almost completely soaked.

The sixteen-year-old Fang Wei was handsome and tall, but his face was pale and his body was thin like a bamboo pole.

"It's so hot so early in the morning, are you going to let me live?"

Fang Wei did not stop, but gritted his teeth and went down the mountain.

To be honest, he had been in this hellhole for more than half a year, and he still couldn't adapt to the current life. He had to go to the mountains to collect branches for firewood and fetch water from the well. On top of that, he was hungry every day. Who could stand this?

The problem is, you have to endure it even if you can’t stand it!

The original person failed to get into high school after graduating from junior high school, so he went home to farm. One day, he suddenly felt chest pain and his vision went black, which turned out to be a good thing for this guy who traveled through time.

Fang Wei has the same name and surname as his original self, but his life experiences are completely different.

He was a modern college student, after all, and after graduation he worked at an agricultural company. He had traveled here simply because he was drunk. When he traveled here, his original self had already returned to the team. It would be difficult to rewrite his life in the next twenty years.

This is a remote county in southern Hunan, with poor transportation, backwardness, and poor natural conditions. As the locals say, "Without mountains forming veins, rivers forming systems, fields forming patches, and roads forming a network, droughts will plague us nine out of ten years."

Since 1960, the local drought has become worse than in previous years.

Fang Wei came to the door of his house carrying a large bundle of firewood and threw the firewood under the eaves.

At this time, the eldest brother, eldest sister-in-law, nephews and nieces were having breakfast. The eldest brother glanced at him, then lowered his head to continue drinking porridge. The eldest sister-in-law stood up to serve him rice, but the nephews and nieces greeted him happily:
"Manman, are you going to the mountain to collect firewood again?"

"yes."

Fang Wei responded with a smile. Over the past six months, he had become familiar with his nephew Fang Tao and niece Fang Tingting.

"Hurry up and eat so you can get to work."

Sister-in-law Tian Guihua brought a large bowl of porridge and placed it on the table, then said.

"got it."

Fang Wei drank a bucket of well water, wiped his face and hands, and then sat down at the table.

There weren't many grains of rice in the coarse porcelain bowl; it was mostly chopped sweet potatoes with a few green leaves floating on top. The harvests had been poor the past two years, so just having something to eat was good enough. How could he dare be picky?

He quickly finished his meal with a small plate of pickled radish on the table.

Afterwards, he went to the team with his elder brother and sister-in-law, and waited for the team leader to assign him work.

The production team headquarters was on the other side of the threshing ground, about a ten-minute walk away. In front of the headquarters was a large courtyard, and on one side of the gate hung a wooden sign that read: "Production Team No. 10, Xiatang Production Brigade, Yaoling Commune, Yingtianbao County."

Many members have already arrived in the yard, standing there in groups of three or five chatting, and there are almost no smiles on their faces.

"What a horrible weather! When will it rain?"

"The sun is high in the sky every day, without a single cloud, so how can there be rain?"

What everyone is talking about is basically related to the weather. Farmers rely on the weather for their livelihood. What can they do if the weather is not good?
Fang Wei's elder brother Fang Ping did not join the crowd, but his sister-in-law Tian Guihua and a group of young wives and aunts stood not far away, chattering non-stop.

It's nothing more than some gossip about family matters.

There was also a group of young boys who arrived late. When their team leader Zheng Xianfa walked out of the team headquarters, the outside suddenly became quiet.

"The [Double Harvest] work has ended. Members whose names I call will stay. The rest will go back and carve."

Zheng Xianfa is short and has a loud voice, and he enjoys a high reputation among the members.

The local area mainly grows rice, which is harvested twice a year. This year's late rice has been planted, and the early rice harvest has naturally ended long ago, so field management does not require too much manpower.

Fang Ping had some work to assign today, so Fang Wei and his sister-in-law returned to the house.

Those who weren't assigned work didn't complain. When the work wasn't busy, everyone took turns earning work points, so there was no need to worry about the team leader being unfair. Those who were unfair couldn't be team leaders these days; if they went too far, they would surely be ousted by the members. Honestly, there weren't many people in the team who were capable of being team leaders; there were only a handful.

Fang Wei wasn't idle after returning. He went to the well at the east end of the village to draw water to water his vegetable patch. Although it was already the commune era, every family still had a small amount of private plot of land, which was the only source of food for the family year-round.

"Ugh!"

After working hard for the whole morning, Fang Wei straightened up and couldn't help but sigh to the sky.

How could he have endured such hardships in the 21st century? He graduated from a good domestic university and worked well in the company's sales department, rising to the position of sales manager.

As a result, he traveled through time to this era. Not only did he suffer hardships every day, but he also waited for half a year but never got the "golden finger".

Finding another way out in those days was impossible. You needed food coupons, cloth coupons, and all sorts of other coupons. And without a "letter of introduction" from the brigade or commune, he couldn't go anywhere. Leaving the house was practically impossible.

Fang Wei felt that he might be the most miserable time traveler. If he could go back, he would never stay here.

"Manman, what are you looking at?"

The little nephew and niece came to look for their uncle and happened to see Fang Wei looking up at the sky.

The two little ones, brother Fang Tao, 8 years old, and sister Fang Tingting, 6 years old, really couldn't understand his behavior.

"Let me see if it rains tomorrow. Let's go back to the house."

Fang Wei said nothing and walked towards home carrying his load.

Fortunately, his original body had a good foundation and could do all kinds of farm work, otherwise he would have been at a loss after traveling through time.

noon.

The family ate sweet potato rice, which is considered a dry meal. After all, they have to work, and eating watery food all day is definitely not enough. Sweet potato rice is different from sweet potato porridge. It is made by shredding the sweet potatoes and cooking them with rice. The cooked rice has a unique sweetness.

There were also two other green vegetables, and there was basically no oil.

In the past, in addition to growing vegetables, our family’s private plot also planted some peanuts, but this year we didn’t plant a single peanut, only sweet potatoes.

Don't underestimate the wisdom of farmers. We all depend on the weather for our livelihood and know what to do and when. In years of disaster, the first thing to ensure is food, and everything else comes second.

"Third brother, I was thinking of waiting until you came of age before we split up, but life is getting harder and harder these days. I think it's better to split up sooner rather than later!"

After dinner, my sister-in-law put the dishes into the kitchen, and the two little ones ran out to play.

The eldest brother Fang Ping took out his hookah, lit it, took a puff, exhaled a puff of smoke, and then looked at his younger brother and said.

Fang Wei's parents encountered an accident while digging herbs in the mountains a few years ago. When people from the same village found them, they looked completely unrecognizable. Judging from the traces, they must have been encountered by a tiger.

The mountain behind the village is known locally as "Dayao Mountain," where tigers and leopards roam. Later, the county sent troops into the mountains to hunt tigers, but found no trace of the tiger, and the matter was dropped.

From then on, Fang Ping took on the responsibility of the family, and the three brothers and sisters depended on each other for survival.

Fang Wei's second sister later married and moved to Shizizu, dozens of miles away, so he lived with his eldest brother.

Although he is not a strong laborer now, he can still earn about 7-8 work points a day when he works, so he is not a burden to the family.

The eldest brother is an honest and decent man. Although the eldest sister-in-law occasionally secretly leaves some food for the two children, Fang Wei is not a bad person either.

Therefore, Fang Ping's words almost stunned him.

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