A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

Chapter 432 Let's go, Brother Tree!
Who is in the tree?

There are monkeys in the tree.

Isn't that my Brother Shu?
"Brother Shu, Brother Shu...don't you recognize me? It's me! Xiao Zhuang!"

"Why did you change your clothes after just one trip out? And your hair... It's not even summer yet, did you get a haircut? Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

Xiao Zhuang waved his arms vigorously in front of Feng Yuxiu.

Feng Yuxiu looked around the room blankly, letting Dezi pull him out.

Stepping out of the dilapidated courtyard, the ground of this small town nestled against the mountain was covered with icicles.

A promotional vehicle slowly drove up from the town's intersection.

"Sun City covers 800 acres and will bring you a villa-style experience. It offers thoughtful care for people, shapes character, expands living space, and allows happiness to flow effortlessly. Sun City, the sun in my heart..."

The vehicle was a double-cab van, with the following words written in yellow on a red background on the front:

[Wangdu Town Relocation Plan Publicity Vehicle]

boom!
The car sped past, revealing a dilapidated two-story abandoned factory area. Below the factory was a notice board where a group of people were looking at Sun City's latest announcements.

"Is this place called Wangdu Town?"

"who am I?"

Feng Yuxiu stared blankly at the scenes and layout that filled his memories.

Xiao Zhuang, a boy of about seventeen or eighteen, leaned against the wall and laughed, "Hey, Brother Shu, have you lost your memory? I told you the mountains were snowbound, but you insisted on going to hunt for robes. Did Er Zhu and the others persuade you to go? Aren't you afraid of freezing to death, Brother Shu?"

"My name is Brother Tree?" Feng Yuxiu asked in return.

"That's strange, you've even forgotten your own name. Looks like we'll have to find a geomancer to cleanse you up sometime. You've been tainted by something unclean."

Although young, Xiao Zhuang nodded and analyzed with an air of maturity and superiority.

After Xiao Zhuang's detailed introduction, Feng Yuxiu felt that he must be Brother Shu.

"Alright, Brother Shu, go to work now. You can't afford to be late again this time. Even though it's a car repair job, it was a job your brother managed to find for you through connections."

Xiao Zhuang patted Feng Yuxiu, then pulled out a handful of melon seeds from his crotch, cracked them open, and left.

Feng Yuxiu stared for a long time, then turned and went inside, looking increasingly bewildered.

The old lady sat on the shoulder pole, sewing the soles of her shoes.

Feng Yuxiu frowned, turned over, lay on his side, and closed his eyes.

Why can't I remember anything about this place?

Who am I?
Why is my body so weak...?

Feng Yuxiu closed his eyes in a daze, as if a damp sense of fatigue and drowsiness washed over him.

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The aftereffects of a naturally gifted individual forcibly entering the Grandmaster realm: intracranial nerve disorder and broken meridians. This results in the loss of brain cells, causing temporary amnesia.

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After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Feng Yuxiu was awakened by hunger.

I got up, rubbed my eyes, and went to the kitchen. I opened the pot and found that there were only frozen steamed buns and noodles left.

"How are we supposed to eat this...?"

Feng Yuxiu slammed the pot lid shut, turned and walked out. He lay on the bed, tossing and turning, starving. Finally, he reached under the bed and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

He sat up, picked up the matchbox on the windowsill, looked at the cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it.

A sudden inhale...

"Cough cough cough... cough cough... cough... cough cough cough cough..."

Feng Yuxiu instantly covered his mouth, tears streaming down his face from his nose and eyes.

The intense feeling of suffocation and the shock of living hell forced him to lie on the ground.

The old lady in this house definitely doesn't smoke; she doesn't smell of smoke on her.

Is it because I'm smoking wrong?
Feng Yuxiu walked out of the room, stood in the courtyard, took a few deep breaths of the fresh, cold air, and lit another cigarette.

This time he smoked very slowly, and soon the smell of smoke entered his throat with a sour and spicy sensation.

"Looks like I was right, I usually smoke..."

Feng Yuxiu, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, felt a strange sense of familiarity.

"Why are you still standing here? Go to work, or you'll starve to death. Let me tell you, stop drinking with those good-for-nothings in the village all day. If you get drunk in this cold weather, you'll freeze to death in the snow."

The old woman came out of the latrine and called out.

Feng Yuxiu walked out with a cigarette in his mouth and his hands in his pockets.

"Tree, off to work?" A man leaned against the wall by the door, smoking and basking in the lingering warmth of the sun.

Feng Yuxiu crouched down beside him, suddenly feeling a strange urge. He held a cigarette between two fingers of his right hand and drew an arc in the air, squinting his eyes. "Where do I work? I tripped and forgot about the ball."

"Did you fall and get stupid? Never mind, just go straight and then turn, that's Old Qiu's auto repair shop. Want to grab a drink tonight?"

Feng Yuxiu stood up, a cigarette dangling from his lips, hands in his pockets, and strolled over leisurely.

The man glanced at it and muttered, "When did you get this haircut? And this outfit... it looks like camouflage..."

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"What can you do? It's so late, why aren't you at work yet?"

Old Qiu pointed at Feng Yuxiu and cursed, then grabbed a wrench from the workbench and threw it at him, saying, "Hurry up, the customer needs it this afternoon. There's something wrong with this car's engine."

Feng Yuxiu grinned, took a drag of his cigarette through his gums, picked up a wrench, and drilled it inside.

“If I weren’t your second uncle, someone like you would be lucky to even find a job. I’m telling you, you’re not getting any younger, and your father died not too early, so why are you still so muddle-headed?”

Feng Yuxiu ignored him and grabbed a wrench to start drilling into the engine.

Seemingly driven by instinct, he moved with incredible speed, instantly dismantling the engine. After a careful inspection, he grabbed the engine oil and other parts and began to operate.

"Hey, hey, don't break it..." Old Qiu, puffing on his cigarette, suddenly widened his eyes. "Are you trying to take it apart? How can you fix it like this?"

Feng Yuxiu squinted, biting a cigarette butt as he worked swiftly on the repairs. Soon after, he tightened the screws, put the hood back on, turned around, opened the car door, and turned the key.

After the car shook and roared, a deep, muffled rumble sound rang out.

Feng Yuxiu clapped his hands. "It's fixed."

"Hey, how come you've suddenly figured it out? You used to just mess around like that..." Old Qiu's eyes widened as he got into the car and stepped on the gas.

"Not bad……"

Feng Yuxiu walked out slowly with his hands in his pockets, looking like he could fix a car just by picking up a wrench.

Aside from not remembering the layout of the place and not recognizing anyone, it seemed as if he really lived here.

Stepping out of the repair shop, the early spring air was filled with a bleak atmosphere.

"Brother Shu..."

A van was parked on the frozen dirt road. Dezi, wearing a hat, leaned back in his chair, smoking and listening to the popular song "Mice Love Rice".

Feng Yuxiu sniffed and walked over.

"Brother Shu isn't busy anymore?"

Feng Yuxiu leaned against the car door. "The county magistrate is busy, but I'm not... Are we going out?"

Dezi chuckled but didn't say anything.

Feng Yuxiu turned and got into the passenger seat, closed the door, casually picked up a cigarette from the windshield, lit it, and glanced at it in the rearview mirror.

A 4.2-meter truck was parked behind the van, loaded with various mechanical machines.

"What's this?" Dezi turned around. "Oh, isn't this Ruiyang Mining about to open? They're under renovation. I heard their factory building is really impressive."

"Brother Shu, let's try this... Golden Monkey... This cotton..."

Dezi took out a brand new pack of cigarettes from his pocket, opened it, and handed one to Dezi.

Feng Yuxiu glanced at them, grabbed them all, lit them, and then stuffed them into his pocket.

Dezi smiled. "Brother Shu, you're quite an important person in our town. Shouldn't we have you cut the ribbon for the opening?"

Feng Yuxiu lit a cigarette, leaned back comfortably in his seat, and gazed calmly ahead.

Dezi was stunned by this demeanor and quickly gave a thumbs up, "Look, look, Brother Shu is the makings of a leader. Even the town mayor would have to stand up to report to him with that posture."

Feng Yuxiu slapped Dezi across the face with his backhand.

Dezi covered her face, looking completely bewildered.

"I can tell, you're trying to flatter me to death."

"How could that be, Brother Shu? You're indispensable to our town. Take that Erzhu for example, he seems like the bully of the village, but when he sees you, Brother Shu, he has to come over and talk to you respectfully."

Dezi turned his head and continued chatting with a big smile.

Feng Yuxiu then closed his eyes and continued smoking.

Suddenly, a group of elementary school students started shoving and pushing each other in front of the car.

Dezi, cigarette dangling from his lips, paused, then nudged Feng Yuxiu with his elbow. "Hey, hey, hey... Brother Shu, these kids are shouting and yelling on your turf. Shouldn't we go down and teach them a lesson?"

Feng Yuxiu opened his eyes again and looked at Dezi.

At that moment, Dezi finally met Feng Yuxiu's gaze calmly for the first time.

Those eyes held a sense of vicissitude and calm, yet deep within them seemed to brew a terrifying, heart-wrenching rage.

Dezi's heart trembled. He hurriedly opened the car door, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and walked up to the elementary school students, separating them from the group.

"What are you all doing? Can't you see Brother Shu sitting in the back? Don't you have any discipline?!"

The elementary school student wiped his nose, tilted his head back, pointed at Dezi, and said, "Who do you think you are, meddling in our business!"

"Go, go, all of you, go! Once my Brother Tree comes down and unleashes his power, you won't even have time to cry."

Dezi was furious and gave one of the men a flick on the forehead.

The elementary school students covered their heads, crying and shouting as they went home, calling for their mothers.

"Words won't be enough to deal with you."

After getting into the car, Dezi smiled proudly and said, "Brother Shu, I think I handled it well."

"Hmm..." Feng Yuxiu savored the taste in his nose.

The sound of a motorcycle swept past the van. Xiao Zhuang slammed on the brakes and stopped abruptly. He glanced at the van and said, "Brother Shu, get in and let's go to my house for a chat."

Feng Yuxiu had no memory of Wangdu Town or its villagers. He simply pushed open the door, got out of the car, and got into Xiaozhuang's motorcycle.

Dezi chuckled and waved his hand, "Brother Shu, let's chat another day. You can have that pack of cigarettes."

The motorcycle roared off.

Dezi curled his lip. "Damn it, where did you learn to play like that? How come you're starting to get all flustered? I was hoping to use it to show off. Damn it."

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The abandoned factories and buildings on both sides of the road indicate that there are not many people left in this village.

As they passed the entrance of a large courtyard made of white bricks, ceramic tiles, and concrete, Xiao Zhuang braked and stopped.

Feng Yuxiu turned to the side and saw two signs hanging on the pillar by the door.

"Wangdu Village Committee, Wangdu Town"

'Wangdu Village Branch Committee, Wangdu Town.'

Xiao Zhuang stared for a long time, and Feng Yuxiu asked curiously, "What are you looking at?"

"Brother Shu, you've said that the village chief has embezzled so much money, and his son has seized all the land in our village, so why hasn't anyone investigated him?"

Feng Yuxiu didn't speak. He didn't care about that. He just wanted to know what was going on with his fragmented memories.

The vehicle continued to run, turned the corner, and arrived home.

Feng Yuxiu got out of the car, a cigarette dangling from his lips, hands in his pockets, and swayed from side to side as he walked inside.

"Stop wandering around like that! The TV signal is dead, and look at that dish... it's never fixed..." the old lady shouted as she opened the window.

Feng Yuxiu took a few deep drags of his cigarette, glanced sideways, and walked over, starting to swing the dish from side to side towards the white clouds in the sky.

Is there a signal yet?

"No……"

"now what?"

"There's snowing..."

"now what?"

"Just now, don't move, don't move... to the left... that's right, there's a picture now."

Feng Yuxiu pressed his left hand on the dish, looked around, bent down, picked up the rotating head from the ground, and pressed it against the edge of the dish.

Televisions in those days were like this: if the wind blew, the dish would lose signal, and you had to manually adjust it.

Feng Yuxiu was very satisfied with his actions, and walked out unsteadily with a cigarette between his hands.

Looking at the snow-covered village and the distant mountains, he felt somewhat dazed.

"I've gone in circles, but I still can't remember..."

"Am I even from this village...?"

Feng Yuxiu glanced at the distant mountains unintentionally, and images of hillsides, snow, forests, and blurry figures on the hillsides suddenly flooded his mind.

He subconsciously took a few steps forward, but was suddenly awakened by the movements of the old lady behind him.

Turning my head, I saw the old lady come out with a stack of paper money in her hand, squatted down at the door of her house, and started to burn the paper money.

Feng Yuxiu became increasingly bewildered. The New Year had already passed, and it wasn't the right time to burn paper money for Ksitigarbha.

The old lady sighed, "I dreamt of your dad and your brother last night. They said they were too poor down there and asked me to send them some money... This old man is so unreliable."

Feng Yuxiu leaned against a tree, smoking a cigarette. "This is superstition."

The old lady kept burning paper money and bowed her head. "The Erzhu family's factory has been built, and they've taken over all our land. It's been passed down from your grandfather's generation. They just take it over like that. Isn't it because your father and brother died young? Your younger brother isn't cut out for farming. What will you live on if you don't farm? You don't even try to get it back."

That's what she said, but the old lady sighed. In Wangdu Town, her word was law.

Anyone who dares to gossip behind someone's back and let the village chief hear them will have their fat, big-eared son break down the door in the middle of the night and beat them up.

Feng Yuxiu leaned against the big tree as if he hadn't heard anything. He narrowed his eyes, whether from the smoke from the cigarette in his hand or from the burning of paper money by the old lady, it was hard to tell.

"Farming will lead to starvation." Feng Yuxiu muttered to himself, scratching his messy hair.

"Where did you get these clothes? They're quite nice." The old lady finished burning the paper money and stared at Feng Yuxiu's clothes without refuting his words.

Feng Yuxiu lowered his head, took a drag of his cigarette, and said, "Don't I always wear this outfit?"

The old woman, hunched over, walked unsteadily towards the yard. "I can't count on any of them. Raising children is supposed to be for old age, but the land has been seized. Neither of my sons has farmed enough to get it back. Anyway, when I close my eyes to see your father and your brother, I won't worry about this... You'll just starve to death."

Feng Yuxiu still didn't listen, smoking and gazing at the dilapidated mountain village in the distance.

"Who am I, really?"

(End of this chapter)