Rebirth 90s: Sweetheart Cub

Taoxi Village has harvested all its own rice in the rush of farming.

Taking advantage of the fine weather, the millet was dried and stored in warehouses.

On the grain drying field in the middle of the village, the millet of each family is spread out in pieces, exposed to the hot sun, and villagers raking millet can be seen everywhere.

In the innermost part of the grain drying field is an abandoned auditorium built of mud tiles.

In the past, the village held meetings, watched movies, etc. here. Later, due to disrepair and seldom used, the auditorium gradually fell into disuse.

Today's function is only to provide a shade for people drying millet.

At this time, a group of old women who watched millet gathered in the auditorium to chat.

"Our village has a bumper harvest of rice this year, unlike previous years, when half of the rice is shriveled. My family has more than a dozen sacks per acre of land!"

"When I was selling watermelons, I was thinking, our watermelons and sweet potatoes have a bumper harvest, maybe there will be surprises when the millet is harvested in October. Hey! I expected it!"

"When the millet is dry, I will immediately go to mill the rice and taste the taste of the rice we planted this year."

"What else can rice taste like? It can't possibly taste like watermelon or sweet potato, right?"

The women laughed together.

The bumper rice harvest was the only happy event in Taoxi Village's downturn.

The land in the village is not good, and everyone knows the harvest of the rice planted in previous years.

But this year is really different. First, the watermelon sold at a good price, and the production of sweet potatoes doubled. Now even the rice harvest has ushered in a bumper harvest.

It gives people the feeling that Taoxi Village has suddenly become a treasure land of geomantic omen.

"Thinking about it this way, it's really mysterious. Why didn't such a good thing come sooner?"

"People can't be too greedy, it's good now."

"Yes, yes, and our village will definitely get better and better in the future. As for other far-fetched things, don't think too much."

...

In the fenced yard, Zhang Xifeng was also talking about the rice harvest.

It was noon, and the sun was very strong outside.

The old and the young were idle, sitting at the door of the main room and unpacking old sweaters.

"Your uncle said, when the millet is dried and milled, he will send two loads to our family." Zhang Xifeng's eyes creased slightly, and he smiled, "He planted a lot of paddy fields, and this year caught up with the good times. There is a lot more grain than in previous years. Not only your second uncle, but other families in the village who have planted rice have also harvested a lot more this year."

Qiqi looked forward to it, "Mother-in-law, can the extra grain in our village be sold for money?"

"That depends on how much more you pay." Zhang Xifeng couldn't help laughing, wondering why the little girl was always looking for money, "When the millet is dry, every household must first go to the grain, and after the grain is delivered, there will be enough to eat at home the grain, and the rest will be sold.”

"Is that millet worth money?"

"A load of millet can be worth thirty yuan or so."

A load of millet is one hundred catties, Qiqi knows.

How much is that one catty of millet?

Little Eggman, "Sanmao or so."

Qiqi's face fell down.

One catty of millet can be exchanged for three steamed buns, right?

Why is it so difficult for the village to make money?

"Aren't you coming in yet? Why are you dawdling!" A burst of angry shouts sounded from outside the fence.

Qiqi looked up and saw the village chief's grandfather walking into the yard with his hands behind his back, followed by a little boy with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

"Grandfather of the village chief? Brother Huazi?" Qiqi didn't dare to recognize him. He hadn't seen him all morning. Why did Brother Huazi become like this, with a green face?

Hua Zi lowered his head and said nothing.

But it's useless for him to lower his head against Qi Qi, Qi Qi is short, and he can see his deformed face when he raises his little neck.

"Brother Huazi, are you fighting with someone again?" Qiqi asked in a low voice behind her back.

Huazi didn't respond, neither looked at nor responded to anyone, and was stubborn and angry.

Zhang Xifeng was a little confused by the situation, got up and invited the old village chief to the house, "Village chief, what's the matter? Was Huazi beaten outside or did you beat him?"

The old village head frowned tightly, and the anger in his voice still remained, "He beat someone outside! I don't know who I heard said that his parents were working for free outside, and they couldn't get their wages back. If he doesn't come, he can't compete with others, so he started fighting. The school told him to go home and think about his mistakes, you son of a bitch!"

After scolding, the old village chief sighed, "I see that he has not been thinking about his studies recently. I guess he is really worried about his parents, so he just wanted to come to you to make a phone call and let Huazi talk to his parents. He is at ease."

Hearing this, Huazi, who hadn't reacted all this time, moved her eyes slightly, and pursed her mouth.

The old village head took out a small phone book from his jacket pocket, looked through it to find the number, and pressed a number one by one on the landline.

This is the pager number his son left him.

For more than a year, he only played twice.

The wait time for the return flight seems to be very long.

Qi Qi saw that Hua Zi kept picking his nails, and the edges of his nails were already turning red.

ring ring ring——

The moment the phone rang, Hua Zi's eyes lit up.

"Hello, San'er? Hey, are you still at work? Nothing at home, just Hua Zi, Hua Zi misses you and wants to talk to you, is it convenient for you?" The old village chief said a few words to the phone After the sentence, the microphone was passed to the stiff grandson, "Your dad is on the other end of the phone, talk to him a few words."

Huazi held the microphone, and there was a familiar and unfamiliar voice in the microphone, which kept ringing in his ears.

He opened his mouth to call Dad, but tears rushed out first.

"Dad, our family's watermelons are selling very well this year. They cost thousands of dollars...more than your mother's and your salary combined."

"If you and my mother come back, our family can open a few more fields and plant more watermelons next year, so we won't be short of money."

"Also, our rice has already been harvested, and our whole family can't finish eating the milled rice for a year."

"Dad, are you coming back? Can you and Mom come back?"

There was an oppressive silence on the other end of the microphone.

"Why would you rather endure hardships outside than come back?"

Hua Zi burst into tears, and the questioning voice was sharp and intense, "Are you really for me? Are you really for me!"

"You weren't there when I needed you! I've grown up when you come back!"

"I don't need you then!"

"I don't need you anymore!"

Qi Qi stood aside blankly, looking at Brother Hua Zi who was crying hysterically.

She didn't know what the person on the other end of the phone said, but if they saw brother Huazi crying so sad, they would be even more sad, right?

The phone call ended with Huazi crying and running out.

But Qiqi often thinks of the way the little boy's eyes lit up like stars when the phone rang.

There is more than one child like this in Taoxi Village.

When will the parents and children be reunited?

At that time, will the child still be the child who longed for his parents?