The leisurely life of rebirth

"Nan Nan... Nan Nan... are you okay? Don't scare me!" an anxious old man called, picking up the child, stroking it gently, and checking it carefully.

Fang Monan closed his eyes and seemed to hear his grandma's voice. How is this possible? Grandma has been dead for more than eight years. Yes! She seems to be dead too. It turns out that grandma has not been reincarnated yet! She thought in a wicked way.

Fang Monan opened his eyes and was stunned. The person in front of him was really grandma, but she was much younger. He was held in her arms. In her arms, she was such an earthly person, could her grandma still be able to hold her?

He raised his hand, "Ah..." Why are it so small? A child's hand. What's going on? Will a person get smaller after death?

"Does it hurt?" Grandma touched the back of her head and said. "Huh...huh...it doesn't hurt anymore. The pain has gone away." She said while blowing.

"Hiss...hiss..." The real pain came back, and the memory came back. She was stabbed in the neck by the robber. She stretched out her hand to touch her neck. It was fine and there were no scars. There seemed to be a big bump on the back of her head. She pinched it secretly again.

My hands really hurt.[

She got off her grandma and said, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore. Grandma, how old am I this year?" She looked at her height and asked.

"Oh! She's almost three years old." Although she was curious as to why her granddaughter thought of asking her age, she still said truthfully.

'Are you almost three years old? Is this a dream? The pain feels so real, the cry of cicadas is heard, the heat in the air is obvious, it is summer, the scene does not have that yellowish fuzzy feeling, everything

It's so real and vivid.

She was reborn, but how did this happen? While Fang Monan was still thinking about what was going on, he was interrupted by others.'

"Sister, I'm sorry!" The woman standing next to her apologized to her grandma and said, "You damn kid, I asked you to take care of your sister, but you actually saw someone in the ditch in the field." She said to her

The little boy next to me was slapped on the back of the head.

With tears in his eyes, he defended, "I didn't mean it. We were all playing in the fields. Who knew she fell from the field ridge into the ditch? Who made her accidentally?"

"Ah! You are still reasonable." Seeing the slap coming again.

When she was about to take action again, she was stopped by her grandma, "It's okay, it's okay. How can a child not get bumped? If he bumped into it, his skin would not be broken or bleed, but it would be swollen.

The child has grown stronger, so why beat the child?" Grandma said as she pulled the boy behind her, still blocking the woman with her hand.

"Okay, it's okay. Bu Nannan has woken up and hasn't cried anymore. Let's continue working!" Grandma said and pulled her towards the fields. "While it's still light, hurry up and go to the fields."

"I'll be picking up wheat here for a while." Then he turned to the children and said, "Stone, pull my sister under the tree. It's cool. Wait for us to leave later. We can't run away again this time."

Shitou watched the two old men return to the field, thinking about what had just happened. He estimated that he would have to be honest today. He looked at this pretty girl in the county and reluctantly pulled her under the big tree.

But he still felt unwilling to do so and let out a cry. He ran behind the big tree and said, "You must be good, or I will scare you with bugs." He couldn't play with other children, so he held a small wooden stick and

Under the tree, he continues his journey to find bugs.

Fang Monan stared blankly at him disappearing in front of her eyes, then sat obediently on the cobblestones under the tree. It was probably used by other people in the field to enjoy the shade. It was smooth and clear. She cupped her cheek and thought about her own affairs. She was now

Not in the mood to care about anything else, I spread my hands and saw the meat, small and tender.

'Eh... what is this?' Fang Monan looked at his hand in surprise. It was not there just now. Suddenly, there was an ink-colored one on the middle finger of his right hand. It was neither gold nor jade. I don't know what kind of material it was. If you look closely, there was purple on it.

The ring is spinning in the stream of light. Its width is a bit like the thimble used by my mother when making cotton-padded jackets. I raise my hand to my eyes and look at it carefully. Hey! I seem to have seen it somewhere. It is very familiar. Where is it?

'Ah...it...it...is gone.' It suddenly disappeared from her hand, leaving only a faint lavender trace on her finger. This frightened her, 'Come out...

Come out...' She whispered anxiously in her heart.

‘Ah…’ It appeared again, what is this, it’s amazing.

Fang Monan wanted to pull it off, but no matter how carefully he looked, he couldn't pull it off. It seemed like it was growing on his hand, so he had to wave his hands in front of his eyes and look left and right.

She just stared at it with her eyes, "Ah... I have discovered something new." She actually saw a large farm and manor. As soon as her excitement relaxed, the ring disappeared.

Ah! Fang Monan remembered where he had seen this ring. It was left behind by his grandfather. It is said that his grandfather used to be a big landowner. Later, because his father smoked, the family was ruined. Only the ring was left.

Because it is at least black and not valuable, no one wants it, so it can be kept.

Since it was an ancestor's thing, my grandpa kept it as a souvenir. It was so black that no one thought it could be sold at a high price. Later, after my grandma passed away, others thought it was not good-looking, and it was finally transferred to Fang Monan.

In my hand, did you save me? [

Fang Monan strongly suppressed the curiosity in his heart. This... this... should be studied at night. It is too unsafe outside.

It was still some distance away from night, and Fang Monan, who was doing his business, looked at the scene of the field in a leisurely manner. The wheat in the field had been harvested, and in the distance the grandma was squatting on the ground, with a towel around her neck, wiping sweat.

Shi Yong. Watching her work hard to pick up wheat ears, Fang Monan's eyes became moist. It's so good to be alive! It's so good to be able to see grandma again!

She grew up with her grandma during her childhood, and most of her memories are blurry. She only vaguely remembers that her grandma had relatives in the countryside. Because she was too young at the time, some of them were even forgotten.

Grandma is really young! She has shoulder-length hair on all four sides. Oh! At this time, most women were dressed like this. They were wearing short-sleeved, yellowish white shirts and gray cardigan pants.

, the knees are still patched. The texture of these fabrics is wear-resistant and durable. I am holding a large rattan basket in my hand and moving it step by step. It is very hard. In this era, there is no mechanized wheat harvest, so it all depends on human power.

solve.

In addition, the woman who calls her grandma as eldest sister looks very similar to her. Fang Monan should call her grandma. She looks similar to her grandma, but instead of having short hair, she has long hair in a bun. She is also picking up wheat ears.

, in an era when food and clothing were scarce, it was estimated that one would have to search for it many times, not letting go of a single grain of food.

The sun sets in the west and the red clouds in the sky gradually disappear, indicating that tomorrow will be a good day.

"Let's go, that's all for today. There's no need to come back tomorrow! We've searched this field at least three times." Grandma straightened up, pounded her back, and picked up a basket full of things.

"Well! Today's harvest is good. Let's go!" My aunt looked at the basket and said

The two of them came under the tree and called the two children, "Let's go home and eat. Your mother should have cooked." The great-aunt smiled and said to the little ones, very satisfied with their performance just now.

"Ah! Great, let's go home for dinner!" Shitou patted his butt and ran towards home without looking back.

"This little boy is probably starving." My great-aunt looked at her little grandson walking away in a funny way.

Grandma walked up to Fang Monan, put down the basket, squatted down, and patted her back. "Nannan, come on grandma's back, and we'll go home for dinner."

She looked at the big basket. She estimated that she could fit her in it when she was curled up. It was more than enough. It was full of wheat ears and it was not light. Can she still move around if she carried her on her back? "I have legs and can walk by myself. I

I have grown up." She patted her chest, raised her chest and raised her head, and walked towards the stone.

Grandma looked at her serious appearance and shook her head in a funny way. "When you are tired, just say something and I will carry you."

What a joke! She, Fang Monan, was so old, yet she still had to be carried on someone's back, and the three of them were walking on a country road.

"Haha! Sister, Nannan has grown up and knows how to care for others." My aunt looked envious, "How is it like my little grandson who only cares about himself?" She has been doing farm work for a long time, and she walks with a basket in her arms.

It was easy, but the distance was too long. Soon, he was carrying the basket with a bang, tilting his body, holding the bottom of the basket with his crotch, and walking hard.

"Haha... your grandson is not bad either. Look, Dachengzi is here to pick you up." Grandma said with a smile.

They saw two young men running towards them from a distance, "Mom, aunt, I'll come." The two of them took the baskets in their hands and walked forward easily.

"Why are you here?" asked my great-aunt.

"Hey! Shitou said that when he ran home." One of them said with a silly smile.

"The wheat has been threshed and is being dried, so the work is very easy." Another continued. "It will take two days to order the corn."

"Nan Nan, come and give me a hug." Grandma's basket was taken over by them.[

"Okay" Now is not the time for Fang Monan to fuss. She has forgotten that she is a child now. Walking such a long distance is a bit too much for her. She also sees smoke from cooking fires not far ahead, and it will be time to get home soon.

"Hey! Xiao Nannan, you are so good today? Today, my aunt steamed white flour buns. The flour was ground from new wheat. It is very fragrant. We can eat it in a while. Okay!" Dachengzi teased her. This year's New Year

The scenery is great, and you can try something new that you can't usually eat.

"Yeah! Uncle eats it too." Fang Monan said sweetly, but in her heart she despised herself for pretending to be young. She lay on her grandma and looked at the two rural boys. After working in the fields for a long time, their skin was tanned and shiny, making their

They look older than they actually are. From their words and deeds, it can be seen that they are very simple.

Walking into the village, most of the houses on both sides of the road are low adobe houses. In the evening, it is quite lively. The old and young men are shirtless, wearing big pants and cloth shoes. Everyone is holding a big bowl.

It's some cold pickles, holding a white flour steamed bun or yellow wotou in hand, squatting on the ground to eat, and chatting from time to time. Children also join in the fun, but the bowl is much smaller, from the smile on their faces

Above, and in the conversation, it was mostly that the weather was going well this year and the wheat harvest was not bad.

When they passed by, everyone said hello loudly to Dachengzi and the others, asking how the work in the fields was going and if they could help! Dachengzi declined with a smile and said:

The work is almost done.

I left them and continued walking forward. After turning a corner, I arrived home. When I walked in, I saw a large yard. The main house faced north and south, with blue bricks and adobe, and a large tiled house. The three rooms were very old, and you could see some of the bricks on the walls.

Half of them fell off, and the soil in the cracks between the bricks was washed away deeply by the rain. There is a tall plane tree on the left and right in front of the house, and the canopy of the tree just covers the main house.

The east house and the west house each have two small adobe bungalows. Looking at the smoke coming from the west house, one of them should be the kitchen. The door of the east house was open, and a young woman walked out and greeted them: "Mom,

Auntie, you are back. Dad is waiting in the house!" As she said this, she led them to the main room. She turned to Dacheng and said, "Dad Shitou, please put the basket in the west room! Wash your hands and go again.

Have a meal."

"Shitou, go get some water for your aunt and grandma." She distributed them neatly.

Everyone simply washed and tidied up and then arrived at the main room.

Fang Monan was placed on a small wooden stool by her grandma. The rough square dining table in front of her was set for dinner, including steamed buns, green onion dumpling soup, and a plate of pickled cucumbers.

She glanced around. The house was very clean, and the floor was hardened with stone powder. It was gray. On the wall facing the door was a painting of the deputy marshal, and on the long wooden table below was Chairman Mao.

A white porcelain bust, with a small incense burner placed in front of it. Every household displays it like this, which is the standard look of this era.

In front is a slightly larger Eight Immortals table, with a large iron pot on it, and bursts of alluring aroma coming out of it.

Looking up, the roof is very high. It is obvious that the wooden beams are very thick. There is no suspended ceiling. The walls are whitewashed with earthen lime and are tinged with yellow. It seems that they should have been painted by themselves. There is a palm-sized thick hanging hanging on one wall.

A thick calendar that you can tear off every day. It clearly says, 1981, 30 years ago. Fang Monan narrowed her eyes slightly, reminding her again of the fact of rebirth.

"Come... come... eat." The uncle and grandpa who were sitting at the main table spoke, and everyone started to eat.

"Come to Nannan, let's eat steamed buns first." Grandma broke off a small piece of steamed buns and stuffed it into Fang Monan's mouth.

Fang Monan chewed happily. He hadn't eaten such natural food for a long time. It was very fragrant, sweet, and had the fragrance of wheat.

After she swallowed the steamed bun, she looked at her grandma's stretched out hand and said quickly: "No, I want to eat by myself. I don't need grandma to feed me. I want to drink the soup first." She expressed her wishes clearly. As the saying goes: rice.

She drinks soup beforehand and is slim and healthy. This is her personal habit and she will not change it easily.

"Just in time, here is a small bowl, I will serve it to her." Aunt stood up neatly, picked up the bowl, walked to the Eight Immortals table, opened the lid of the pot, and filled it with a spoonful. Even though it was just a spoonful, it was really big.

Yes, the small bowl is full, it’s really beneficial. “Drink slowly, don’t burn it.”

Fang Monan stood up and saw the bowl put down. He smiled politely and said, "Thank you, aunt."

"This... this... haha..." Auntie was a little at a loss to be treated so solemnly by such a little person.

"Yes! Just now in the field, she said she had grown up." Grandma looked at her in surprise as her behavior was obviously different from usual.

My aunt laughed and said, "People in the city are just different."

When she said this, Fang Murnan seemed to have found a reasonable explanation for his unusual behavior.

'Hehe... conditioned reflex has become a habit. In order not to be suspected, it seems that I have to be more careful in the future.' She reminded herself carefully in her heart.

Everyone saw that she was fine, did not behave out of the ordinary, and stopped staring at her. Only grandma was chewing the buns, looking at her carefully from time to time, for fear of burning her.

Farmers are not so particular at the dinner table. They talk about everything while eating. The men talk about things in the farmland and arrange tomorrow's affairs. Of course, there are also the women's eternal and trivial things.

Family short.

It's a simple meal, very warm, and there's a touch of happiness in the air.

Fang Monan found that everyone was no longer looking at her. He held the bowl with confidence and took a sip. He found it salty and delicious. He praised it without hesitation. The crops at this time were all homegrown, and chemical fertilizers were rarely used.

The farmyard manure and crops were all authentic. Then, she took small sips, took her time, and actually finished the small bowl of soup without spilling any. After drinking, she realized that she was full.

"Mom, I'm done eating. I'm going out to play." Shi Shi ate a meal in a hurry, wiped his mouth with his hands, got up and ran outside.

"Hey! You've finished your homework, and the wheat holiday is almost over." His aunt called behind him.

In rural areas, there is a holiday during the wheat harvest and autumn harvest, and the children of the poor take charge of the family early, so that the half-grown boy can do some work for the family within his ability.

"Tomorrow, write tomorrow." The voice came in from the gate, and no one could see it.

After dinner, before it got dark, and after cleaning up, the men went out to visit the house. The women at home took advantage of the light to start packing shoe soles, weaving coarse cloth, and not forgetting to chat about trivial matters.

Fang Monan was thinking about the magical ring, but couldn't see it right away. Grandma looked at her all the time. When it was completely dark, Fang Monan looked at her grandma who lay with her under the mosquito net after washing, and said,

It seemed that I had to go to bed first and wait until later in the night. I thought I would be too excited to fall asleep, but I didn't expect that she fell asleep when she lay down.