Rebirth of the Urban Overlord

Chapter 19 Monthly holiday

The monthly holiday comes as expected, which is this weekend.If it is not the weekend of the monthly holiday, the third grade group will only have half a day of class on Sunday afternoon, and the first and second graders will have no class all day on Sunday.

During the monthly holiday this weekend, there is only half a day of class on Friday, and the afternoon is off.

Because most of the students are students from various villages and towns in the city, once the monthly vacation is over, the school is basically empty, and they go home to get living expenses, go back to relax, and so on.

Yang Chen felt a little bit like an arrow.How much he wants to see his parents ten years ago. Because of his loneliness, his parents will age 20 years in the next ten years.

Yang Chen is a shy person at home, he doesn't have much communication with his parents, let alone being happy, and Yang Chen's parents are also typical farmers. But they were mostly just doing their best to raise them. They thought that Yang Chen had grown up, and they didn't need to worry about many things as parents anymore.

In other words, in the eyes of his parents, Yang Chen is an obedient son with good academic performance. If he can get into a university, his parents won't frown even if they sell everything.

Unfortunately, at this time, only the mother and younger brother were at home.My sister is in Guangdong, and my father is in the provincial capital.Even the paddy field at home was planted by my mother.

This season, the seedlings are about to head!

After entering high school, Yang Chen can only help the family with some farm work during the winter and summer vacations every year. Although Yang Chen has the ideal of jumping out of the farm, he never refuses to let the hand holding the pen take up the sickle.

Zhang Yuesheng and Yang Chen lived in the same township, so they went back together every time they had a monthly vacation.

Puzhou City, Xijiang Province is a typical inland hilly area. There are many mountains but not high. Even if you stand on a high place, you can only see the radius of your palm.

In Puzhou City in 2000, except for a few main roads, all the machine-plowing roads were made of mud and gravel. When it rained, it was muddy and difficult to walk, and there were puddles everywhere.Fortunately, it didn't rain these two days, otherwise the mountain road of more than ten miles would be enough for Yang Chen and Zhang Yuesheng to walk alone.

Yang Chen and Zhang Yuesheng each carried a small schoolbag, which contained only some review materials that needed to be taken home.

Walking on the mountain road that Yang Chen is extremely familiar with, Yang Chen felt that this time was so charming.And ten years later, Yang Chen occasionally walked the Long March again, but how lonely he was at that time.

The scenery on the road is beautiful, and it is the best time of the year. Sweet potatoes and corn exude a fragrance that only farmers can experience, but Yang Chen and Zhang Yuesheng are discussing the solution to a certain math problem.

For three years in high school, they walked home like this.

After walking for an hour, they reached the hillside behind Zhang Yuesheng's house. They made an appointment to go back to school together the day after tomorrow and they broke up. Yang Chen went down the mountain and went back to his home alone.

My home is at the foot of the mountain, which is a compound where several families live together.

Because it is a typical hilly area, the villagers live scattered on the back of the mountain, where the rice paddies intersect and the chickens and dogs hear each other. Every household is separated by a certain distance, and a few of them live together in a col or a flat dam by blood.

Ten years later, small western-style buildings were built in these courtyards, but at this time, they are all green tile houses.Even if he was reborn ten times, Yang Chen could still find his way home with his eyes closed.

The yellow dog at home smelled Yang Chen from a long distance away, and ran up to the mountainside to meet Yang Chen, wagging its tail.It's a pity that this dog's lifespan is much shorter than Yang Chen's. The yellow dog also reached the end of its life when it graduated from university. He laid his front paw on Yang Chen's body, and stuck out his tongue to lick Yang Chen's hand.

Yang Chen stroked Da Huang's forehead vigorously, and Da Huang excitedly circled around Yang Chen, refusing to leave.

The house is guarded by General Tie.

Mother might be cutting pigweed in the field, Yang Chen opened his throat and shouted loudly, "Mom!"

"Hey!" That couldn't be more familiar, the voice that was part of Yang Chen's life sounded from the mountain pass on the right side of the house, it was the voice of the mother who was connected by blood.

Listening to this protracted voice, Yang Chen was secretly startled. At this time, his mother was only in her 40s, but the years had actually ruthlessly aged her.

Yang Chen trotted to the contracted land of his own family. His mother was looking at him with a smile, holding a few long sweet potato vines in her hand.

"Mom!" Yang Chen's nose was sour, and he wanted to cry!All the changes between the mother ten years later and the mother ten years ago are all because of Yang Chen.

"Chen'er, I know you're going to be on holiday today, and there's chicken soup stewed in the pot. You're hungry, go get some to drink!" My mother put the sweet potato vines into the bamboo basket, which was already full.Mother pressed hard a few times, and squatted down, trying to carry the basket of pigweed on her back.

"Let me come!" Yang Chen moved the pannier to the ridge of the field, squatted down, and put the shoulder rope that tied the pannier on his shoulders.

The pressure of this life is not heavy.But that's only a small part of life.

Yang Chen's mother is Pan Xiuzhen, a typical rural woman. She raised three children and took care of the family without complaint. talk.

"Mom, I've made up my mind. I'm going to be admitted to the Huaxie Medical University in the provincial capital!" Yang Chen said to his mother who was walking behind carrying a hot cabbage, carrying a basket on his back.

"Mom doesn't understand this either. As long as you pass the exam, mom will support you!" Pan Xiuzhen was actually quite proud of her son. She thought that her son would definitely be able to jump out of the farm and shine on his ancestors.

Yang Chen felt that he had been reborn once, let the hardships of the previous life pass, and he should welcome the new life with confidence.

Therefore, he has deliberately not let himself think about his miserable fate in the next ten years.

So, at this time, he is a fearless young man full of ideals and hopes.

"Mom!" Another clear and clear child's voice filled the ravine.

"Well, we'll be right back!"

This is of course Yang Chen's younger brother, Yang Ran who is only ten years old now!In the fourth grade of the township central primary school.A naive expression.

"Brother!" Yang Ran rushed to Yang Chen's side with his schoolbag on his back.

Yang Chen caressed Yang Ran's head affectionately, he loved this younger brother very much, and his younger brother was also smart. When Yang Chen traveled through time, his younger brother was studying at Xijiang Normal University.

"Let's go back and drink chicken soup. Mom said we have stewed chicken soup!" The two brothers walked home one after the other!

Yang Chen put down the basket, the plants and trees in the house were all too familiar to him. Although this was his home ten years ago, in Yang Chen's memory, it was as clear as what happened just now.

In 2000, there was only one public phone in the whole village, and it was still a few miles away from the lower village. Basically, no one would think of using the phone unless it was something particularly urgent.

Although Yang Chen really wanted to hear his father's voice, he had no contact information at all.

Normally, it was father who occasionally called the school from the provincial capital to inquire about Yang Chen's situation.

While Yang Chen and his younger brother were drinking chicken soup, the tweeter in the village rang, "Pan Xiuzhen from the sixth group, please advise. Your husband Yang Dexin is calling and asking you to answer the phone at nine o'clock tomorrow morning." This tweeter was necessary to transmit information in rural China in the last century. Even ten years after Yang Chen traveled, the tweeter in the village is still playing a great historical role.

"Mom, Dad is calling back!" Yang Chen and his younger brother Yang Ran were very happy, and they must have a few words with their father tomorrow.

At this time, it was getting close to dusk. If I went back and forth to answer the phone, it might be dark when I came back, so Yang Chen's father asked Pan Xiu to go again tomorrow, because tomorrow is a day for going to the market.