Reborn in 1977

Having settled the matter of the homestead, Chen Fan couldn't help but feel refreshed, and he leisurely returned home with his satchel.

Actually, whether or not he had a homestead wasn't particularly important to him.

Someday, when the royalty system was restored, he could earn money by writing.

The most popular thing in the cultural world of the next decade would undoubtedly be "Scar Literature." Following the "Scar" formula, he could earnestly fabricate some stories, write a medium-length piece, and publishing it would be equivalent to a month's salary for an ordinary worker.

If he worked hard for a few months, he could save up enough to buy a small courtyard house.

He didn't need to go to BJ; any other city would do. Why would he need a homestead?

After buying a house in the city, he could make a living by writing. When he earned money, he could buy a piece in the north, a piece in the east, a piece in the south, and another piece in the south.

In his spare time, he could laugh and watch the changing times and the rise and fall of events. When he was bored, he could go out and enjoy the great rivers and mountains of the motherland. How pleasant that would be!

This was Chen Fan's simple wish in this era.

According to his plan, it could basically be announced that the book was finished.

However, the development of things does not depend on human will.

To realize this wish, he first needed one thing: a letter of introduction!

Without a letter of introduction, he couldn't even go far, let alone buy things.

Therefore, the homestead was not important to him, but whether or not he had a homestead was very important to him.

Without a homestead, he couldn't settle down here, and the production team would always treat him as an outsider!

Don't think that just because he goes anywhere now, people call him "Master Chen."

Who would always call their own people "Master"?

To this day, the people in the production team still treat him as a guest.

Including Secretary Yang and the others, after the article he wrote the day before yesterday was published in the Yunhu Daily, they couldn't wait to give him a certificate of merit and prizes.

Why?

That was to shut him up!

Therefore, Chen Fan knew very well that if he didn't settle down here, Lujiawan would never give him a certificate.

Since that was the case, he would settle down for them to see.

Wasn't it just a rural household registration?

In a few decades, he wouldn't be able to get a rural household registration back even if he wanted to, let alone get such a large homestead all at once.

Two acres of land, oh my, Chen Fan was afraid he would wake up laughing in his dreams.

It was only now that the population hadn't exploded and the countryside hadn't been surrounded by cities, that there was enough land to toss around and circle such a large piece of land.

A few decades later, if you dared to get such a large piece of land, no matter who you were, people would call, send messages, and even Er Ma wouldn't give you face.

Don't think that the villagers don't care about how much or how little someone else's homestead is. Everyone has a scale in their heart. The village is so big. If you take a little more today, won't my son and grandson have a little less in the future?

The difference is that some people don't care, while others insist on getting to the bottom of it and figuring it out.

But now it doesn't matter. In Zhang Wenliang's words, using a useless wasteland to exchange for a veterinarian to settle down in the team, the members of the 6th team would not object, and as long as the land was fenced, it would belong to him in the future.

Of course, it was awesome!

… …

Back home, Jiang Lili, as usual, went to cook dinner as soon as he came back, and didn't ask him why he was late today.

After Chen Fan put down his things, he ran to observe the chicks and puppies.

The chicks were chirping, and they seemed to be in good spirits. The two puppies were also similar, and they were even in the mood to play in the bamboo basket.

Then he ran to the back to see the pony. Maybe it had taken a nap, and the pony's spirits were much better at this time. When it saw Chen Fan, it immediately jumped and bounced happily.

It was a pity that it was too small, otherwise it might really jump out.

Chen Fan pushed open the wooden fence and walked in, hugging the pony's head and smiling, "Does your tummy still hurt?"

The pony, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Chen Fan, "Be good and take your medicine tomorrow. When you're completely well, I'll take you out to play."

The pony nudged him with its head, looking very happy.

Chen Fan was also very happy. He bought chicks, puppies, and a pony today. Only the pony could talk to him. If he chatted with it every day, he would definitely be able to level up his animal language skills quickly.

But he was happy too soon.

The pony suddenly asked, "Where's Mom?"

Chen Fan was immediately speechless.

He almost forgot that this little guy was still breastfeeding, and he used to be with his mother every day. It was normal to miss her.

Horses are very intelligent, and in some ways, they are stronger than dogs. Especially breastfeeding ponies, they are particularly attached to their mothers, and the mothers will also take special care of the ponies. The two horses often touch their heads to each other, communicating silently.

This kind of emotion is almost the same as humans.

Facing the pony looking at him with hopeful eyes, Chen Fan said "Ah" and thought, "Mom is at the old home. Be good and listen to me. When you grow up, I'll take you to find Mom, okay?"

The pony's intelligence was not high now, and it easily believed the words of this person who could communicate with it, and happily snuggled into Chen Fan's arms again.

Chen Fan played with it for a while, and when Jiang Lili came over and called him to eat, he patted the pony's head, added some fodder to it, and left.

When eating today, Jiang Lili was uncharacteristically talkative, "The chicks and puppies are all pooping in the bamboo basket. I changed the straw for them and fed them dinner. The chicks look so cute when they peck at the rice, and the puppy licked my finger."

Chen Fan smiled and said, "When they grow up a little, they don't need to be kept in the bamboo basket. Make a fence to surround the chicks, and the puppies can also have a wooden basin as a doghouse. Once you teach them not to poop and pee in the nest, it will be much better."

Jiang Lili looked at him in surprise, "Can chicks and puppies be taught too?"

Chen Fan smiled and said, "Look at other people's chicken coops. The chickens don't poop in their own nests, let alone dogs."

Jiang Lili recalled the chicken coop in her own yard, "It seems like it's true."

The two chatted while eating, almost all about these little things.

Chen Fan couldn't help but laugh secretly. Sure enough, girls have almost zero resistance to cute things.

It's just a pity that the growth of all animals comes at the cost of sacrificing their looks. Before long, those fluffy chicks will grow into braised chicken pieces, and the dogs will proudly pee everywhere to mark their territory, never to return to the past.

But Jiang Lili lowered her head, her face becoming more and more red.

Discussing when the chicks will grow up and when the dogs can guard the house seems to be a childhood memory. At that time, her father and mother sat at the dining table, saying the same things as today, while she and her sister excitedly discussed when they could eat chicken…

Thinking about it, the blush on her face gradually faded, and her face gradually darkened.

She didn't know when such days could be reproduced.

Or, will there really be a day when they can be reproduced?

Chen Fan finished eating, put down his chopsticks, and looked up to find that her face seemed a little wrong. Then he looked at the kitchen door and frowned, "Has the temperature dropped?"

Jiang Lili suddenly raised her head and looked at him blankly, then looked outside, "Ah, it really seems a little colder."

The two walked out one after the other, and they could faintly hear the wind in the distance, and the temperature was obviously much lower than in the past few days.

Chen Fan looked back at her, "Could it be snowing?"

Jiang Lili also withdrew her gaze from afar and shook her head gently, "It's hard to say, but it's very possible."

Chen Fan's mouth twitched slightly. The weather forecast in the Prefectural Committee Daily didn't say it would snow tomorrow.

Since the first weather forecast was published on July 1, 1956, it has almost become standard for more and more newspapers in China to publish weather forecasts.

It's just that the accuracy remains to be seen.