Back to 1984: I built a chicken farm on a barren mountain.

Chen Wenfeng was already tired from writing, but Chen Shouxin's antics woke him up.

Recalling the loud singing of Accountant Wang's wife just now, Chen Wenfeng realized that he hadn't tasted meat in a long time.

In rural areas during this era, the separation between men and women was not as strong as one might imagine.

People living in close-knit communities like rural areas, interacting daily, do engage in extramarital affairs.

In some places, there are occasionally exceptionally talented stallions who can sleep with half the village.

Since he couldn't sleep, Chen Wenfeng simply sat up.

He fumbled for a match and lit the half-burnt candle on the table.

Then he adjusted his position and spread out the manuscript paper.

What should I write?

Let's write about Uncle Three's love story.

The title is "A Summer Night with a Breeze".

The story describes a young woman in a village who, disregarding gossip from her neighbors, falls in love with a like-minded man and works tirelessly day and night.

They broke through the old rules of "arranged marriages by parents and matchmakers," demonstrating the strong voice of the times for "freedom of love" and "autonomy in marriage."

Uncle, I've already maxed out the filters and beauty effects for you.

If this article can be published, it will be a fitting tribute to our ancestors.

Compared to the meticulous word choice in the previous article, this one about summer breezes was written in one go.

After all, it's targeted and based on a story, which makes all the difference.

He made almost no changes, only slightly adjusting a few words and punctuation.

That's all for this piece; I won't copy it anymore.

sleep!

Chen Wenfeng slept very soundly.

It drizzled a little in the middle of the night, and the watermelon patch rustled with noise; the white noise was quite effective in helping me sleep.

When I woke up, it was already bright daylight, and the rain had stopped.

The mailman should be here soon.

Chen Wenfeng quickly got up, tidied up his manuscript, and rushed out of the stone house, jogging to the entrance of Chenjiazhuang Village.

After about the time it takes to smoke a pipe, a tall, thin figure appeared on the country dirt road.

The man was riding a bicycle, wearing a light blue short-sleeved shirt tucked into his dark blue trousers.

The morning glow cast his shadow long, long across the road.

As the postman approached, Chen Wenfeng waved to stop him and said:

"Uncle, I want to mail a letter."

"OK."

The postman stopped his bicycle and asked:

Where should I send it?

"Send it to the Tang City Labor Daily."

"Want to submit an article?"

"right!"

Chen Wenfeng had no stamps or envelopes, so he bought 8 cents worth of stamps and 2 cents worth of envelopes from the postman, which came to exactly 10 cents.

This was the era when a letter cost a dime to send.

He stuffed the manuscript into an envelope, affixed a stamp, and handed it to the postman.

Once the letter is sent, the matter is considered closed; all that's left is to wait.

......

Chen Wenfeng returned to the watermelon field, took out a sickle from the stone house, and went to Jiming Mountain.

Jiming Mountain is located north of Chenjiazhuang River and Pond, in the northeast corner of Chen Wenfeng's watermelon field.

Actually, the straight-line distance between the watermelon field and Jiming Mountain isn't that far; it's just that the winding forest paths make it seem farther away.

Beyond Jiming Mountain lies Black Fox Valley.

Black Fox Valley is a small village where every family lives on the mountain.

Black Fox Valley is a typical mountain village, without even electricity.

It was precisely because Jiming Mountain was near Heihu Valley that the people of Chenjiazhuang felt that Jiming Mountain was too remote.

Jiming Mountain truly lives up to its reputation as a barren mountain, with other slopes planted with either walnuts and chestnuts, or persimmons and apples.

Just like in the previous life, the first impression of Jiming Mountain is that it is covered with thorns and weeds.

We meet again!

I was twenty years old that year, and I am still twenty years old this year.

This moment is different from that moment.

It would be a lie to say Chen Wenfeng didn't feel moved when facing Jiming Mountain.

But he has long since stopped dwelling on the past; life is about looking forward.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste to be reborn?

The mountains surrounding Chenjiazhuang are not high, or they could be described as hills.

Jiming Mountain is no exception, but because of the weeds covering the mountain, its outline is not visible.

At the foot of Jiming Mountain, there was a thicket of thorns, which he cut down and burned in his previous life.

But this time he plans to stay, and after some minor repairs, it can be used as a fence.

He used his sickle to cut an entrance through the brambles and went inside with his head down.

After passing this circle of thorns, there weren't many thorns left, just lots of weeds.

The weeds varied in height, some barely reaching knee-high, others waist-high.

With the thorn bushes gone, the outline of the mountain was largely revealed.

The mountain is not high, and the slope is not steep. There is a pine forest halfway up the mountain.

He used a sickle to clear a path, humming an old song as he walked up the mountain:

"I can't live like this anymore."

We can never live like that again.

You have to think things through before you live.

Think it through before you do it.

Life is like climbing a mountain.

Life is like crossing a great river.

Each step left a deep footprint.

A footprint, a song.

Before the song ended, they arrived at the pine forest. Chen Wenfeng turned around and looked south, where most of Chenjiazhuang was in sight.

Every now and then, a mountain breeze blows, and the pines rustle in the wind, creating a scene of poetic beauty.

The thick pine needles and moss in the pine forest felt soft underfoot.

After passing through the pine forest, the grass on the mountain became scarce, and all that could be seen was soil and stones.

You don't need to clear away the weeds; in fact, you can walk faster.

Before long, Chen Wenfeng stood on the top of Jiming Mountain.

The mountaintop is flat, like the tabletop of a round table.

There were a few scattered pine trees, and a low wall made of stones was piled up next to them.

I don't know when it was left behind.

In his previous life, he often went to sit on the mountaintop.

We could consider building a pavilion here.

The northern slope of Jiming Mountain is rugged and steep, with pine vines hanging from the crevices.

Although the contracted area includes the north slope, Chen Wenfeng doesn't yet know how to utilize it.

There are two slightly higher mountains connecting the east and west sides of Jiming Mountain, but there are cracks at the connection points.

To some extent, Jiming Mountain also has a unique chicken-like character.

For Chen Wenfeng, the main battleground in the future will be in the south.

Upon reaching this point, Chenjiazhuang Village comes into full view.

Those tiled houses looked like neatly arranged matchboxes.

These houses were all built uniformly after the 76 earthquake, so they are neat and uniform.

A winding stream runs north of the village, partially encircling it.

On a whim, Chen Wenfeng let out a long howl towards the front.

"Feed..."

"Feed..."

In the distance, a faint echo came, the mountains responding to him.

After reviewing the situation at Jiming Mountain, Chen Wenfeng felt that there was still something missing from his visit.

Oh right, it's a cave at the foot of the mountain.

With that thought in mind, Chen Wenfeng prepared to go down the mountain.

He glanced at the north slope again without realizing it, and suddenly noticed a small black ball of fur moving on a rock there.

It looks like a small black dog!

How did you end up here!

Chen Wenfeng peeled a small piece of bark from the pine tree and carefully threw it next to the little black dog, but the little black dog didn't get up; it just shook even more violently.

They're either sick or injured!

Chen Wenfeng couldn't bear to leave the little guy to fend for himself, so he placed the sickle on a rock and carefully went down the north slope.

Fortunately, he grew up in the mountains, so the steep terrain was not a challenge for him.

With pine trees and weeds to hold onto and protruding rocks to shelter himself, Chen Wenfeng quickly reached the rock where the puppy was.

He reached out and picked up the little black dog. The little black dog was very light, with its eyes half-open, and did not resist.

The dog was covered in mud and had weeds in its mouth.

He tied the puppy to his coat, secured it to his body, and then climbed back to the top of Jiming Mountain using both his hands and feet.

Chen Wenfeng had no interest in appreciating the scenery on the mountain anymore. He found the sickle and went down the mountain.

He passed by his watermelon field shortly after descending the mountain, but did not stop.

Just as he was about to reach the stone bridge, a familiar figure walked across it.

"Zhou Zhiming!"