Rebirth 1981 starts with saving the sisters from the neighboring village.

Staring ahead blankly, Peng Wanhua felt mixed feelings in his heart.

Not long after, his father Peng Liyang came back with a basketball team carrying several cages of dogtail grass.

The leader is the old father. He usually works as a worker in the winery in the town. Today is the weekend off and he comes back to visit his home.

winery?

Peng Wanhua suddenly remembered that in his previous life, a certain Taiwan and a certain liquid became the number one stock market in Shanghai and Shenzhen respectively.

The wine industry has great potential.

But when he thought of this small winery in the town, Peng Wanhua felt sad. This shabby winery could hardly survive. How could it compare with a certain liquor?

Are you saying that from today onwards, I will go against the will of heaven and catch up with a certain company?

Don't think that you can easily overthrow the world after being reborn. Reality is not a novel, it can't be that easy.

Peng Wanhua looked at his old father's slightly hunched back.

Some clues, but not much.

There are men and women in this team, some old and some young. The oldest is 20 years old and the youngest is less than ten years old.

Like most families at this time, Peng Wanhua's parents, adhering to the concept of more children, more blessings, gave birth to six children one after another through many efforts.

Peng Wanhua ranks third, with two older sisters, and the two older sisters are twins.

Perhaps the soil and water support the people. In their small mountain village, many families gave birth to twins, twins, and even one or two triplets.

He has two younger brothers and a younger sister, among whom the fourth and fifth are twins.

The youngest brother, Lao Liu, was born in 1973 and was only 8 years old. Fortunately, he was born relatively early, otherwise the implementation of the family planning policy would probably make this already poor family even worse.

He remembered that in the past two years, several families in the village had been hiding outside because of having a child, and were finally caught and imprisoned, and had to go to the hospital for sterilization.

Some were not arrested and could not pay the fines, and all their food rations and door panels were removed.

"Alas~" Peng Wanhua sighed deeply as he looked at the black coarse cloth clothes covered with pudding on several people, but with innocent smiles on their faces.

It is said that the 80s was an era of innocence, beauty, and endless evocative memories. That is just the imagination of people who have not experienced it.

In Peng Wanhua's eyes, poverty and backwardness are the melody of this era.

As far as the village roads in small mountain villages are concerned, they are only one meter wide and are still dirt roads for people to walk on.

On a rainy day, the horse will turn into mud if it rides on it, and if it slips accidentally, it will become a mud monkey.

Don’t even think about cars, bicycles and cars. You have to queue up to borrow a donkey cart from the production team.

Therefore, most transportation methods in the mountains require two legs, hands and shoulders, which is very tiring.

"Mom, there's a hole in my trousers." Lao Liu put down the foxtail grass in the bamboo cage and said, holding up half of the trouser leg that was about to fall off.

Peng Wanhua took a look and saw that he had worn these black pants before. After passing them on to his fourth son, he repaired them with a few more patches and gave them to his sixth son.

These black trousers have faded badly from years of starching, leaving uneven patches of white and black.

As the old saying goes, the new boss, the old boss, the second boss, and the second boss destroy the third boss.

Three years of new life and three years of old life, three more years of sewing and mending.

It would be the happiest thing for anyone to have a piece of clothing without patches these days.

It's a pity that the family is poor and they have many brothers and sisters.

Only during the Chinese New Year can I have the opportunity to make a new set of clothes, and that doesn’t happen every year.

So when it was Lao Liu's turn, every piece of clothing had more or less patches.

The lack of supplies taught the brothers and sisters to cherish their own clothes. The sixth child was still young and did not know how to cherish them.

Luo Meili raised her eyebrows, picked up a branch and put it on Lao Liu's butt, cursing: "I'm sick of you, I'm sick of you!"

Lao Liu was so frightened that he stood there motionless and ate a raw meal of fried meat with bamboo shoots.

The other people watched their mother getting angry, and none of them dared to say a word, for fear of causing harm to Chi Yu.

Peng Wanhua looked at Lao Liu standing there stupidly and frowned: "Old Liu, why are you standing there stupidly, why don't you run away?!"

Lao Liu didn't realize it and ran away, disappearing in a flash.

Luo Meili looked at his back, inserted her waist and cursed: "Run, your legs will be broken when you come back!"

After cursing, he glared at Peng Wanhua in displeasure, blaming him for talking too much, but seeing that he was shivering from the cold, he swallowed the curse words as soon as they reached his lips.

Then he threw down the branches, picked up the foxtail grass that Lao Liu had put down, and went to the backyard to feed the chickens.

The eldest sister and the second sister took over the cooking duties from their mother, stood in front of the stove, stirred with a spatula, and cooked corn mush soup.

Three years ago, Xiaogang Village in the north of Anhui Province became the first village to reform and become rich by implementing household responsibility system.

However, Xueshan Village only implemented household quotas last year, and it will be next year until the nationwide implementation of large-scale quotas.

Although the family's income has increased a lot now, there are few paddy fields in the mountain villages and there are not many places where rice can be grown. There is no other choice but to grow some corn in the mountains.

Although grain production has increased, there is still not enough white rice to eat, let alone large white steamed buns, so I can only eat some corn mush with pickles at night.

This is not bad. At this time in previous years, there was not enough food to eat, and their family had to go out hungry to borrow food.

Other families in the village are equally poor and have no extra food. Therefore, the family could only walk more than ten miles of mountain roads with their meager savings to borrow money from the grain station in the town.

By the way, it’s not called a town right now, it’s called a commune. Two years later, the communes were removed and townships were established. Rice costs just over a kilogram, so I can only buy a little bit. Then I borrow two hundred kilograms of whole grains from the grain station, then carry them back with a pole and eat them mixed with other grains.

As for why not buy more? It's still because I'm poor, I don't have money to buy more, I don't have food stamps, and I can't borrow anything.

After the fourth and fifth children put down their cages, they wanted to squeeze in and play with fire.

Looking at the childish little faces of the fourth and fifth children, Peng Wanhua put his arms around their shoulders, as if they were in another world.

The fourth and fifth children are twins. They were born in 1968 and are now 13 years old and entering the fifth grade of elementary school.

He remembered that because his family was poor, the fourth child did not continue to high school after he entered junior high school, so he went to a technical secondary school and was assigned to work as a technical worker in a glass factory in the county.

Later, the glass factory closed down, and I had to lay off my job to make a living on my own.

The fifth child didn't even finish junior high school, so he dropped out of school and helped at home, allowing the sixth child to continue studying.

Later, the fifth child married away from home and only saw her once in several years.

At this moment, the four and five little guys were looking at the flames in the earthen stove, and at the grass carp jumping from time to time at the door, and silently swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva.

After warming up for a while, Peng Jun and Liu Wenzhan were about to go home.

Peng Wanhua held him back and refused to let him go.

In his previous life, he thought that there was not enough food at home, so he forced the two of them to leave, and it was difficult to even keep them for a meal.

Now, he refused to let the two of them leave no matter what, and even encouraged the fourth and fifth children to hold them back.

For the sake of the grass carp, the fourth and fifth boys also helped pull it.

The thin Liu Wenzhan looked at the corn mush in the pot and swallowed his saliva. His four brothers were also very poor and often did not have enough to eat.

Peng Jun also has an older sister at home. The food at home is enough, otherwise she would not be so fat that even the fourth and fifth children would not be able to hold her back.

In fact, from the perspective of Peng Wanhua's descendants, Peng Jun's body shape can be considered slightly fat at best, but in this village, people are generally as thin as monkeys. By comparison, Peng Jun appears to be very fat.

It wasn't until old father Peng Liyang spoke that the two agreed to stay for dinner.

The fourth and fifth children were so happy that they jumped three feet high because they had fish to eat in the evening.

Feeling that his hair was almost dry, Peng Wanhua came out of his home, walked down the slope, and followed the village road to the entrance of the village.

There is a large magnolia tree at the entrance of the village with lush branches and leaves. It is said that it has a history of hundreds of years.

Lao Liu and a few kids were throwing mud there, having a great time and not feeling too cold.

Peng Wanhua recalled Lao Liu's previous life. Due to his mediocre grades and his family's financial situation, he dropped out of school early after entering junior high school and didn't even take the technical secondary school exam.

He touched Lao Liu's bald head, thinking that he should not let him go as he pleased in the future, but should take good care of him, and said to him: "Let's go home and have dinner."

The little guy had a lot of firepower, and there was a layer of sweat on his scalp.

Lao Liu raised his head and still had fun, and seemed to want to play some more.

"If you don't come back, mom will come and beat you."

After hearing Peng Wanhua's warning, Lao Liu reluctantly followed him home.

"Guo Guo, why don't you hit me again?" Lao Liu asked worriedly.

Peng Wanhua looked at his gray little face and turtle claws and couldn't help but laugh: "Go back and wash your butt, face and hands well. If I hit you, run away. Don't just stand there."

"I'm not stupid. I'm still getting cold when I run outside so late. I might as well get a beating." Lao Liusha said seriously.

Peng Wanhua couldn't help but smile, "Okay, since you resisted the beating, let's not talk about it."

"Then my mother will hit me, please help me stop her." Lao Liu held his hand and begged.

In Lao Peng's family, like many families in this era, sons were given priority over daughters, and the eldest was given priority over the youngest.

Peng Wanhua had both, so he was slightly more favored, but it was limited.

He waved his hand and said, "You really think highly of me. You usually don't listen to me telling you to take care of your clothes. Now you feel bad?"

"Ah~ (turn three times)" Lao Liu grimaced, lowered his head and stopped talking.

When I got home, my mother didn't continue to beat him.

For dinner, grass carp stewed soup, making sure everyone had a bowl.

In this era, there was little food and clothing, and the seasonings were not rich, except for some salt and wild ginger.

Peng Wanhua looked at everyone eating with gusto, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This era of material scarcity is really too bitter.