Mou Lin was truly the most extraordinary person in the village, and everyone in the village acknowledged him. In fact, it was not only the people of Yang Village who recognized this. Many villagers near Yang Village also recognized this. Mou Lin wasn't the only strange person. There were several strange people in Yang Village.
In April, the fields were thriving. The rice seedlings in the paddy field were growing healthily. Under the warm sunlight and the gentle breeze, they gently swayed their delicate bodies and shook their small heads. All kinds of wildflowers in the fields raised their small heads and stretched out their soft little hands, summoning the seemingly tireless and excited bees and butterflies in the distance.
However, all of this seemed very, very pale in the eyes of a young man. The originally blue sky, pure white clouds, green weeds, all kinds of crops, and all kinds of colorful flowers had become gray in the eyes of this little boy. It was as if his eyes were just a colorless black-and-white camera. It was as if the entire world only had black and white.
The unexpected death of his parents was a huge blow to this young man. It was just a little bit away from breaking his small and tender shoulders. And his small, tender heart.
Mou Lin could only drop out of school and go home. Although he was only 28 years old, it was the best age in his life, the age full of fantasies and dreams.
They didn't have much money at home. They originally had 10,000 yuan, but because they had to bury their deceased parents, they spent all of that money in an instant. If the village chief had not been kind enough to subsidize some of the money from the village, he might have even owed some debts.
Mou Lin's family lived on the top of the mountain because they were outsiders.
When Mou Lin's parents settled down in Yang Village, it was impossible for them to live in the village below. Even if the old village chief agreed to let them move down the mountain, the other villagers would not be willing.
The original Yang Village was a very large village with a population of more than a thousand people. If Mou Lin's parents wanted to settle down in the village, they would have to give up the good land of the original villagers. The village had always been very isolated, and transportation was inconvenient in the past. Every family depended on the small amount of land that was allocated to them. It was fine if there were few children, but it would be difficult if there were many children. Perhaps the food produced by their own family was not enough to eat. If they were to give some to a family they had never known, they would be asking for their lives.
The land on the mountain top was as poor as it could be. The reason for this was that there was no water all year round, and they could only rely on the rain from the sky to maintain it. The soil layer was not thick. It made sense. After being washed away by the merciless rain all year round, how much soil could be left? The reason why they were poor was also because of the rain. No matter how much fertilizer you spread or how much farmyard manure you applied, as long as the merciless rain came, it would be washed clean.
Over the years, the nine provinces had become rich, and the lives of the people had gradually improved. The young children of every household, whether they had the ability or not, had all gone out to work. Many families bought apartments in towns or counties because they wanted to escape from the hard life of facing the yellow soil and facing the sky after becoming rich.
Those suites were indeed very beautiful, especially after they were exquisitely decorated. The wall was painted with several layers of tempered paint. Even flies might not be able to get on it. They would definitely slip and fall to the ground, causing other flies or mosquitoes to laugh their heads off.
There was a large chandelier on the roof. Without turning on the lights, the glass made people feel beautiful from the bottom of their hearts. The four corners of the roof were also installed with plasterboard, and there was no trace of a right angle. There were also the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows and balconies. He could clearly see everything outside, which made Mou Lin, who was still studying, very envious.
But was there any use in being envious? Obviously, it was useless. After all, his family did not have money. A single coin could suffocate a hero, let alone buy such a good house in town or county? That would cost a lot of money.
He had once fantasized about earning a lot of money when he grew up. He wanted to be like those wealthy big bosses. Whether it was in his pocket or in the beautiful bag in his hand, he had to have more money than he could fit. If he had money, he would definitely buy a particularly large house in town or simply buy a super luxurious villa to live in.
He saw that other people had small cars when they went out. No matter if it was sunny or rainy, they would not get wet. Moreover, the key was that they did not have to walk by themselves. They would not be tired at all. There was also an air-conditioner in the car. No matter how far they traveled, no matter how strong the sun was in the sky, or how hot the weather was outside, they would not sweat at all. Just thinking about it made them feel extremely beautiful.
Yang Village was said to be named after a village facing the sun. Although it was called Yang Village, only his family was sunburnt from morning till night. The other families lived halfway up the mountain, so they basically didn't get much sunlight at around four in the afternoon.
The house at home was still the same kind of house with a revolving wall. The soil was about 50 centimeters thick. Houses with revolving walls would have a lot of cracks after the soil dried up. In addition, there would be a lot of round holes when the wall was rotated. When the wind blew outside, a small amount of wind would be poured in. This kind of house was especially comfortable in summer, but it was not good in winter. It could make the people living in the house shiver from the cold.
Because very few villagers climbed to the top of the mountain, the large piece of land on the top of the mountain basically belonged to his family. There was nothing they could do about it. The land was very barren. As long as it rained heavily, no matter how much fertilizer was added, it would definitely be washed clean. There were about ten acres of land, but the forest was huge, at least dozens of acres.
Even if the villagers were given such a plot of land, none of them would be willing to take it. The yield of the land was quite low. Moreover, it depended on whether the old heavens had eyes or not. If they had eyes and the weather was good, they would definitely have a good harvest. If the heavens didn't have eyes, there would definitely not be enough rice to eat in this year.
There was a slightly larger pond in front of the house. When it rained, the water would be stored in the pond, and all the food and use would depend on this pond.
Beside the pond was a paddy field, which was about 10 mu in size. The rest of the land was dry land. In the past, wheat was grown on the land, but now, only vegetables could be grown on the land. Because the yield of wheat was low, one mu could only produce three to four hundred catties. This still depended on when the harvest was good. If the harvest was not good, it might only produce a hundred or so catties.
Being in the south, he was not used to eating steamed buns. Even if it was stuffed with Gaga meat, no one would treat it as a staple food for lunch or dinner. Moreover, the dried noodles made from the wheat that was grown and ground into flour were not chewy. They were far inferior to those in the north. If they were not scooped up in time, they might even turn into paste. Even if it was done, it had to be eaten quickly after it was scooped into the bowl. Otherwise, it would become a lump and affect one's appetite.
There were originally two pigs at home, but now there were none. His parents had passed away, so he definitely had to hire someone to help. Moreover, he had to hire a chef. Although the village chief had a certain prestige in the village, no one would come to help if he did not feed others. The emperor did not lack hungry soldiers, let alone the poor Mou Lin family.
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