Wan Feng felt like he was having a dream.

His body floated like the wind in the sky, surrounded by clouds and mist, and could not see anything clearly. The whole world was silent and there was no sound.

This made him feel very uneasy because he was not attached to the world and the earth. He tried hard to find a place to support the clouds and mists.

Suddenly, a whimper came from below.

The sound was like a sharp sword tearing open the clouds around him, allowing him to see the scene below.

Below is the field set against the white snow, and a train is really emitting white smoke.

Wan Feng's body fell rapidly from the sky without his control, and pierced towards the carriage like a meteor...

Wan Feng opened his eyes with a roar and glanced around in horror.

His heart was beating wildly in a cold sweat.

The eyes were filled with dimly lit carriages and countless sleepy people in the carriage, and then they heard a monotonous and uneven sound.

After about a minute of awakening, he realized that he was sitting on a train.

Looking around, the mother was sleeping opposite her sister, leaning against the back of the chair, and her little head leaned against her head hiding in her mother's arms, sleeping like a kitten.

On the left is his younger brother's head leaning against the corner of the seat and the carriage wall, and his saliva flowed half a foot long.

Seeing his relative Wan Feng was stunned. Why was his younger brother and sister so young but his mother so young?

And where is this? Who am I? Where am I?

He remembered that he took a bus to Tianyang, the provincial capital, to see his son. He took a bus and not a train!

My son is about to graduate from university and is internship in Tianyang City, the provincial capital. He rented a house with his girlfriend, and he is worried about going to see it.

He came out of his home and bought a ticket to the provincial capital. He remembered that the bus had an accident on the expressway and collided with a truck and rushed out of the guardrail of the expressway and climbed into the ditch. He seemed to have fainted at that time.

But now...

"Feng'er, are you awake?"

My mother is only in her thirties now and she is looking at him gently.

"Mom! Where are we going?"

"This kid is confused when sleeping. Aren't we going to your grandma's house?"

Wan Feng scratched his head and finally remembered it.

This was the winter of the 1979th. To be precise, it was the night of the 28th day of the 1979th. They sat on the train from Longjiang Province to Beiliao Province.

He was thirteen that year.

Am I reborn? Back in 1979?

Wan Feng has had nothing to do and has read some novels about time travel and rebirth on the Internet. He originally just watched the fun, but he didn't believe that there were any time travel and rebirth in this world.

But I didn't expect that such a thing would happen to him!

Wan Feng's father was one of the hundreds of thousands of demobilized soldiers when he was reclaiming the Great Northern Wilderness. His father and mother were both from Beiliao Province. When his father was demobilized, his mother followed him to the Great Northern Wilderness at that time.

After more than ten minutes of memories, Wan Feng finally confirmed that he was really reborn, and he returned to his thirteenth year.

Faced with the problem of rebirth, Wan Feng was confused at first and didn't know how to face the current situation.

Wan Feng in his previous life lived a normal and cowardly life, and was at the middle and lower income level in the countryside, and his life was dull.

To be honest, that's not the life Wan Feng wants.

However, due to his limited ability, he could not make any trouble, so he could only be in a daze.

I thought I would be like this in my life, but since rebirth happened, something ridiculous like this happened.

But this age of rebirth is so painful and too young! What can he do at the age of thirteen? Even if he is reborn until he is sixteen or seventeen years old!

Thinking of this, Wan Feng's heart not only became less relaxed but became heavier.

Wan Feng's grandmother's house is on the beach in the southern part of Northern Liao Province.

From Wuxian, Longjiang Province, where Wan Feng lives, to their family's destination: a production team called Wahou in the Hanbian Hezhuang City, southern North Liao Province. The distance between the two sides is 3,500 miles. It takes three days and three nights to take the train in Harbin City. In the middle, you have to transfer to the train from Harbin City to Dawan City, a coastal city in North Liao Province.

After another day and night after transferring to the train, they got off at a place called Gaizhou.

There is no train at Hongya County, the Laojia in Wanfeng. They can only get off at Gaizhou, the neighboring county in Hongya County, and then change to a passenger bus to Hongya. The distance between Gaizhou and Hongya is 240 miles.

After taking a bus for about four hours, the family of four finally arrived in Hongya County at noon on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

The hometown at that time was still called the commune. The Warrior Commune, where Wanfeng's grandmother's family was located, bordered the Gushan Commune 50 miles away from Hongya County. Many years later, the name Warrior Commune was replaced by another name Wu family. After a few years, the two communes were merged together.

Wanfeng's grandmother's house lives at the junction of the two communes. If it is straight lines closer to Gushan to his grandmother's house, they got off at Gushan Commune Station.

The rest of the road is only possible by walking on two legs.

Passing through an orchard by the river, passing through the river called Inna River and passing through a production team called Shanhou. They finally arrived at the Wahou production team of Wei Brigade on the first day of the New Year.

The Wahou production team is a relatively scattered production team. A line of about two miles from the east to the ditch along a dirt road was pulled out.

Wanfeng's grandmother's house lives in the third house at the east end. From the east side, there is a family with the surname Cong and a family with the surname Wang, and there is a field behind it.

Dongtou is an old residential area of ​​the Wahou production team. Because it is close to Yinnahe, water will be inflowed in the summer. Therefore, almost all the newly built houses moved to the ditch in the west in the later period. Now there are only a dozen households and more than ten children in Dongtou.

When Wan Feng and his family of four arrived at their grandma's house, it was already past four o'clock in the afternoon on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

On the street at the gate of my grandma's house, two or three children were setting off small whips, and a few firecrackers were heard bit by bit.

The mother and sister entered grandma's house, but Wan Feng and brother did not go in but got together with the children.

There was almost no gap between the children, and Wan Feng played with the children from his neighbor's house after a few words.

Unfortunately, after only a while of playing, my uncle came out and pulled the two of them into the house for dinner.

At that time, the countryside was mainly coarse grains. Although there were still corn flour cakes during the Chinese New Year, Wanfeng's younger brothers and sisters couldn't eat them, but Wanfeng ate them quite deliciously.

After several days of travel, I finally got tired of myself. After dinner, Wan Feng fell to sleep on the kang.

The next morning, two children from my grandma's neighbors came to play with Wan Feng.

When Wan Feng came back from Longjiang, he was carrying a pair of poker and a very small chess piece on his body. He was preparing to play with his grandmother's children after he went to his grandmother's house. But what disappointed Wan Feng was that none of the children here could play.

They can play a ring-rolling skate, and it is a chase game called over-electricity.

At that time, the Chinese New Year was the most exciting time for children. Not only could they wear new clothes, but they could also eat better than usual, but the most important thing was to set off firecrackers.

Like the later children, they didn’t even like setting off firecrackers. Wan Feng remembered that his son never set off firecrackers outside during the Chinese New Year.

The kid named Blacksmith had a few whips left in his pocket. The kids ran to the street and shouted and lit up, then stared at them.

"Do you have money?" The neighbor on the left asked Wanfeng, the child who called Cong Xicheng.

Wan Feng nodded and said yes, although New Year was on the train, his mother still gave them New Year's money, and Wan Feng and his brother each cost one dollar.

In the 1980s, it was a huge sum of money for children.

One dollar can buy eleven villain books, twenty-five two kicks and twenty plates of small whips with one hundred sounds.

Wan Feng's father earned his salary in the Corps. At that time, he was 47 yuan and 30 cents a month, which was already a high-income group.

"Ah, you have a dollar!" Cong Xicheng and the blacksmith said enviously that their New Year's money was only one cent.

"Then let's go to the Heshe to buy a small whip?" The blacksmith's eyes flashed with golden light.

The blacksmith's name is Jiang Hongjun, and he is nine years old this year. When he was eight years old, he went to the brigade to play and went to the blacksmith furnace to watch the fun. He felt that the blacksmith's ironwork was very fun, so he watched it all morning.

Who would have thought that after he got home, he would pick up the matches and go to make a blacksmith. Wherever you go, he chose a place to make a blacksmith.

Every household here cooks and heats the grass, and haystacks of different sizes are stacked in front of the doors of each household.

Jiang Hongjun chose to make an iron under his haystack. The consequences of lighting the matches can be imagined. Fortunately, there was no wind that day and it was discovered early, so in the end, only half of the haystacks in his house were burned.

Not to mention the beating, unexpectedly, a blacksmith's nickname fell on his head out of thin air, and this nickname accompanied him until the day when his life ended at the age of thirty-four.

The full name of the cooperative in the blacksmith's mouth is the rural cooperative supply and marketing cooperative. Just like the shops everywhere now, it almost disappeared in the countryside in two thousand years.

There is only one brigade of the supply and marketing cooperative, which was the commercial center of the brigade back then.

The shop of Jiangwei Brigade is in Xiaoshutun, and the team is two miles away from Wahou.

The blacksmith's suggestion was responded to by all the children present, including Wan Feng's younger brother Wan Jun, but was opposed by Wan Feng.

"Buy it, it's all holidays during the Chinese New Year, and it's useless to go there."

All the children were stunned.

If you don’t have a whip, go to the Innahe behind the room to skate. The children are always lonely.

The Inna River is twenty meters away from the backyard of the grandmother Wanfeng's house. The Inna River in winter is as smooth as a mirror, and you can clearly see the bottom of the river at a glance.

Wan Feng played with them on the ice car and slipped.

There was a mile away from them and there were several children skating, but no one recognized who they were because of the distance.

Although the Wanfeng family claims to live by the Longjiang River, they are at least more than 100 miles away from the river. Moreover, their company is built on a mountain bag, and the nearest river is more than five miles away.

So, he had almost never played on the ice and had no experience in getting so old, so he had a lot of fun.
Chapter completed!