Unknowingly, it was late August 1976. Long Zaitian had already integrated into this era.
To Long Zai Tian, this dish was not bad and was very to his taste. He had just transmigrated, and his memories were completely stuck in the 21st century. She was also tired of eating big fish and meat. It was really not easy to eat such authentic pickled radish strips. And this was already very good. There were not many people in the entire Longjiashan unit who could eat white rice. Most families ate sweet potato rice. The so-called sweet potato rice, as the name implied, was rice mixed with crushed sweet potato grains. The amount of sweet potato rice would depend on the family's wealth. Those with a richer family background would mix less sweet potato rice, while those with a weaker family background would mix more sweet potato rice. A small number of poor families even ate sweet potato rice.
There was nothing he could do about it. At that time, it was a large-scale collective production. The rice varieties were not improved, and the yield was very low. He could only mix a large amount of sweet potatoes. Because sweet potatoes had a high yield and relatively few pests, it was easier to get a bumper harvest. For many years, farmers in China, especially those in the south, relied on sweet potatoes to make a living. He picked up the bowl and started eating, smiling at his father as he ate.
Seeing Long Zaitian eating happily, his father was also very happy. He patted Long Zaitian's head and took out a " Flying Pigeon " brand cigarette to light it. In 1976, being able to smoke cigarettes was a symbol of status. People in the countryside generally smoked cigarettes. They grew their own cigarettes and baked them at home. They rolled the tobacco with paper and smoked them. It was commonly known as the "trumpet". When he went out to buy a pack of cigarettes, most of them were " economy " cigarettes that cost 80 cents or " torches " that cost 10 cents. Flying Pigeon cigarettes were 18 cents, which was considered a good cigarette. His father was a national staff member and a reputable figure in the Long Family Brigade. It was only right for him to smoke a cigarette. However, his monthly salary was 36.50 yuan, and his mother's salary was about the same. He had to raise four children and show filial piety to his grandparents. The expenses were not small. He couldn't smoke this " Flying Pigeon " cigarette as much as he wanted. When he was at home, he would sometimes smoke a " megaphone."
"Dad, why are you back today?" Second Sister asked as she ate.
In Long Zai Tian's memories from his previous life, he had never hit us siblings, and he rarely scolded us. The siblings were very considerate to their father.
"Oh, I'm going to Heavenly Water Bay to play a movie tonight.”
His father was a technician in the cinema, specializing in repairing the projector and motor. However, he occasionally needed to go to the countryside to play movies. At that time, there were very few entertainment activities in the countryside. There were only two kinds of outdoor movies and local operas. The county labor corps had limited manpower and rarely went to the countryside to sing. Each community and even the brigade had their own work team, but the standard was very amateur, and there was an abnormal lack of props. During the Great Revolution, only eight model operas were allowed to be sung, and the common people were a little tired of repeating the same lines. In comparison, outdoor movies were far better than local movies in terms of frequency and quality. The projectionists who went to the countryside became capable people in the hearts of the common people.
The Heavenly Water Bay Brigade was close to the Long Family Brigade. The dispatching staff of the Xiangyang County Film Projection Management Station had a good relationship with his father. Whenever there was a screening mission to the few brigades near Longjia Mountain, they would arrange for his father. It was considered both public and private.
Heavenly Water Bay? Long Zaitian had a flash of inspiration. He vaguely felt that there was something, but he could not remember for a moment.
"That's great. Dad, take us to Heavenly Water Bay to watch a movie tonight.”Third Sister cheered.
His father nodded with a smile. Most of the people in the countryside favored sons over daughters, but Dad was an exception. He liked us siblings. Naturally, I was the youngest son, so I received more love.
"Aiya, Teacher Long is here." From the voice, he knew that it was Long Zaitian's class teacher, Teacher Yuan (After half a day of class, at least he already knew the teacher's surname).
"Teacher Yuan." Her father greeted her with a smile.
"Teacher Long, how can I bear the responsibility when you call me that? You're my first teacher, so you should just call me by my name.”Teacher Yuan said with an exaggerated expression.
Hehe, my guess was right. Teacher Yuan is indeed Dad's student.
"Hehe, you're now an official teacher. What's there to be afraid of? Besides, you still need to worry about my Xiao Tian.”his father said humbly.
Teacher Yuan's eyes lit up at the mention of Little Tian. She said to her father as if she had picked up a treasure,"Liu laoshi, to be honest, your Xiao Tian is definitely a child prodigy. His calligraphy was beautiful.”
His father smiled and took it as Teacher Yuan's casual flattery. This Little Yuan was still too young. Even if he wanted to praise him for raising his son well, he could still say things like he was smart, diligent, and listened carefully. She insisted on praising Little Tian's beautiful calligraphy. Practicing calligraphy was not something that could be done overnight. His son had only learned how to hold a brush for a few days. What kind of patterns could he write?
Teacher Yuan saw that her father was noncommittal and thought that her father was being humble.
"Teacher Long, Xiaotian is really a good seedling. Not only is he good at calligraphy, but he's also good at arithmetic. If you nurture him well, he will definitely be like you in the future, a national staff member.”
In 1976, the country had yet to resume the college entrance examination. College students were a distant concept for ordinary people. It would be a blessing if a child could become a national staff member when he grew up. Teacher Yuan herself was probably a private teacher, which was a far cry from a public teacher.
If you say that I'm good at math, my dad believes you. I remember that in my previous life, my dad had told me more than once that when I was only three or four years old, I could already calculate the addition and deduction of numbers within ten thousand. Mathematics in the first grade of elementary school was child's play to me, whether in my previous life or this life.
After watching the three of us wolfing down the food, Dad chatted with Teacher Yuan for a while before clearing the dishes and going back reluctantly.
During the three classes in the afternoon, Long Zaitian was almost thinking about the Heavenly Water Bay. What exactly was it that made him worry? Fortunately, no matter how distracted I was, I could answer any of Teacher Yuan's questions fluently. It didn't ruin the good impression I left in her heart.
Long Zai Tian suddenly remembered when school was about to end. - Mr. Li! Mr. Li of Heavenly Water Bay was an extraordinary figure in Xiangyang County in his previous life.
Long Zaitian was not too sure what Mr. Li's exact name was. Because she had never dealt with him in her previous life, she had only heard about Mr. Li's deeds from the older generation and the newspapers. He was a very knowledgeable person. He was a top student at the People's University and a professor of party history at the provincial party school in the province of Hebei before the Great Revolution.
In Long Zai Tian's previous life, after 2000, the professor gradually became less valuable. In 1976, he was definitely a great intellectual. Just think about it, even university students were his disciples.
During the Great Revolution, Mr. Li was sent home to farm. Poor him, a professor, he couldn't even lift a finger. How could he be good at the farm work of the production team? He was in poor health and had a tough temper. He refused to lower his head, so he suffered a lot. Originally, the brigade officers pitied him and gave him an easy job of recording work points when they saw that he was a humanoid. Who knew that he would not appreciate it, and the brigade officers did not like him even more, leaving him to fend for himself. He ate every day without eating, and his clothes were tattered. How did he look like a city person at all? He was like a beggar. When everyone called him Mr. Li, it was more of a joke than respect.
After the Great Revolution, Mr. Li was rehabilitated and resumed his work. Not long after, he became the vice principal of the Provincial Party School and enjoyed the treatment of the main hall. Not only that, many of the students he taught before the Great Revolution had resumed their jobs and become leading officials in various prefectures and counties. Long Zaitian remembered that the county party secretary of Xiangyang County was his student.
However, in 1976, who could have predicted that Crazy Li (polite people called him Mr. Li in front of him, but he was called Crazy Li behind his back) would actually turn over a new leaf and run back to the provincial capital to become a high official? If he had known earlier, he would have flattered her.
This " knew it earlier " was very important. Coincidentally, Long Zai Tian was the one who " knew it earlier ". If he had known three days earlier, he would have been rich and noble for thousands of years.
With such a huge treasure right in front of him, it was absolutely impossible for Long Zai Tian to resist not digging. By the time he reached adulthood, Mr. Li would have retired. However, there would be some benefits to building such a connection, right? It was hard to say what the benefits were, but it was definitely better to have one more friend than one more enemy.
Inspired by the bright future of getting to know Mr. Li, Long Zaitian held his second sister in one hand and his third sister in the other, skipping back home. As soon as he saw his father, he suddenly realized another problem-how to tell him?
There had to be a reason for taking the initiative to get to know Crazy Li. Could it be that Long Zaitian told his father that this crazy Li would soon have a change of fortune and return to the provincial capital to be a high official? If he didn't get to know him, he would have to go through this village without that shop? If he said that, he would be courting death. It would be strange if his father didn't treat him as a lunatic.
In his previous life, he had read many transmigration novels, but he had never seen a transmigrator who dared to say the word "transmigration" out loud.
"Ye 'zi, Xiao Yan, Xiao Tian, let daddy test you!”Dad greeted the three of us with a smile.
Hehe, in the memories of his previous life, his father's expression was very familiar. When Long Tian was young, he would do this every time he came home. Most of the tests were on addition and multiplication, and occasionally, they would also test the examinee's handwriting. He did not expect that after his rebirth, he would still have to play such a game with his father at the age of 50. Long Zai Tian's mouth revealed a barely noticeable bitter smile. However, since this kind of " exam " could make his father happy, why wouldn't he be happy as a son?
" The grass on the plains…" his father read.
Hmm? Why did he have to test Tang poetry? I'm only in the third grade of elementary school. Did dad teach me this poem before? Perhaps he did. The memories of his childhood in his previous life were too long ago, so it was impossible for him to remember them so clearly.
"Every year, there is a withering and flourishing period. The wildfire cannot be burned, but the spring breeze blows again.”Long Zai Tian followed his father and finished reading in one breath. Then, he saw his father, his second sister (Liu Ye), and his third sister (Liu Yan) staring at him with strange expressions, as if they did not believe him.
This was bad. Long Zaitian suddenly realized that his father was testing his second sister. She had learned this poem in the fifth grade. It seemed that he had to be more careful before he spoke in the future. Otherwise, he would reveal a flaw if he was not careful.
"Little Tian, have you learned this poem before?" His father asked in confusion.
Long Zai Tian scratched his head, he was too anxious and said with a smile,""I heard Second Sister read it."
This explanation was barely enough to fool him.
His father was happy. He took out a few candies and said with a smile,"It's not bad that you can remember it after listening to Second Sister read it. I'll reward you with a candy."
This was also Dad's usual trick. Every time he went home, he would buy a few candies and give them to us siblings. There were very few types of candy during that period. It was somewhat similar to fruit candy, but it did not have the taste of fruit. It was just a piece of candy wrapped in a layer of colorful candy paper, commonly known as "paper candy." Children in the countryside rarely ate it a few times a year.
Long Zai Tian took the candy and happily put it into his mouth. It was really sweet. Dad's eyes were filled with love when he saw how happy we were.
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。