Reborn in 1994: Starting from the Autumn Harvest

A dark and windy night, a time for defecating.

"Move over there, your poop smells awful."

"You talk as if you're so special."

Cheng Haichao snorted and then, wiggling his big buttocks, pressed his advantage by moving closer to Chen Mian.

"Damn, you're crazy, don't slap it on my pants leg." Chen Mian quickly pulled up her pants, stuck out her butt, and moved two steps to the right.

Cheng Haichao chuckled and waved his hand toward Chen Mian: "Give me a cigarette, it's not right to not smoke while taking a dump."

"I'm out of steam."

"Yes, I do."

The moonlight wasn't bright enough for Chen Mian to see Cheng Haichao's expression, but she could picture him as a shameless, gleeful man who, at forty, was still stealing her lighter.

He then leaned to one side and pulled a box of Daqianmen cigarettes from his pocket: "You're so stingy, hiding a box of matches like it's a treasure."

Cheng Haichao took a leisurely puff, exhaled a smoke ring with a sense of satisfaction, and then got down to business: "I can go find Liu Xia, but you have to come with me to the video store the day after tomorrow."

"I ran into Zhou Hui and Gu Li the other day. Zhou Hui is the one you really liked in junior high. She's become so pretty now."

"They're going to the music store the day after tomorrow too. I made plans with them to hang out together then. We'll dance together, one of us and one of us."

"Why don't you just say you've got your eye on Gu Li? You have to use me as a cover to find a boyfriend. When you get married, do you need me to push you from behind?" Chen Mian retorted irritably.

Hearing Cheng Haichao chuckle, he truly had something to say but couldn't express it.

They knew they couldn't stop them, so they had to endure it to bring the two back together and not let Gu Li interfere anymore.

In the pitch-black vegetable garden, only two red dots could be seen moving around aimlessly, accompanied by intermittent conversations and incessant chirping of insects.

It only takes ten minutes to poop, but he talked for half an hour, and the soil below, soaked with urine, was played with and a small pit was created.

Finally, Cheng Haichao suddenly asked, "Where's the paper?"

Chen Mian pulled up her trousers and tightly tied her belt with a red cloth strip: "There were only a few newspapers on the table, didn't we divide them all up?"

Cheng Haichao was stunned: "..."

"Go home quickly and get me some paper."

Chen Mian took two steps away from the stinky place, suppressing a laugh, and said, "Come on, your big ass is so dirty it looks like you've eaten too much, it's just a waste of paper."

"It's already so late by the time you've come and gone. Why don't you just find a straw stick to scrape it off, or rub it with a clod of dirt, and make do with that?"

"I have to go home now. You can pull it yourself."

Cheng Haichao was so angry he wanted to curse, but he didn't dare to raise his voice too much. When he heard Chen Mianzhen walk out, he quickly shouted, "You fucking heartless bastard, spit out that dog meat of mine!"

"I can't vomit anymore, but I can poop."

"Aren't they piled up right next to you?"

……

The 30th was the latest Chen Mian had ever gotten up since her rebirth.

If he hadn't heard conversations coming from the outer room, he probably would have slept until noon.

After listening in a daze for a while, I finally understood that my mother hadn't gone to the fields that morning; she was chatting with the neighbor about Liu Guozhu's wife's illness.

Yesterday, a large number of people gathered at Liu Guozhu's house. Upon hearing that Liu Guozhu's wife had cancer, they couldn't help but feel pity, but their desire to watch the spectacle instantly surged.

Liu Guozhu frankly told everyone that he no longer had any interest in managing the land. He felt like the sky had fallen and he couldn't breathe. His daughter and son were also crying because of the distress.

All he wants now is to exchange the land for money and take his wife to a big hospital in Beijing to check if she has been misdiagnosed, whether she can still be treated, and to have a clear understanding of whether she lives or dies.

At eleven o'clock, my aunt left, and my dad happened to come back from getting medicine.

During lunch break, Chen Mian mentioned her idea of ​​leasing land to her parents.

Chen Hongguo and his wife weren't too surprised by this, after all, the whole village was talking about it, and everyone was thinking about whether or not to give it a try.

However, not many people can actually contribute real money, and even those who can have their own difficulties.

"Er Mian, leasing land isn't a bad thing, but it depends on how you lease it. We don't even know how well your Uncle Guozhu is farming this land."

Chen Hongguo became noticeably serious when talking about matters in the fields. Chen Mian had brought him many surprises these past few days, so he paid more and more attention to his second son's ideas.

He then moved closer to Chen Mian, counting on his fingers, going through each step one by one.

"Let's do it this way. It's almost September now. If we lease the land, we'll have to take good care of it. Not to mention how much hard work it will take, just spraying pesticides will cost at least several hundred dollars."

"When I came back, I listened for a few minutes at the dealership. Now, Uncle Zhanguo, Uncle Guoqiang, Uncle Zhao... all these people have openly said they want to lease land, and it costs 300 yuan per mu or more."

"We won't be able to sell the cotton until mid-October. We'll definitely be getting IOUs and won't see any cash. We don't even know how much we'll harvest per acre or what the price of cotton will be. How are you going to calculate this? Your Uncle Guozhu won't agree to credit."

At this moment, Tang Xiuyun walked over and patted Chen Mian's arm, earnestly reminding him, "Son, Guoqiang and Guozhu are from the same family. If you trace it back to your grandmother, they're related. Your Uncle Guoqiang even came to help when your older brother was building his house."

"We all live in the same village, we see each other all the time, and we're even related. How can we just take this land? How can we do things like that?"

"Do you think everyone in the village is stupid? Everyone knows that leasing land can make money, so aren't they all waiting to see how much money Liu Guoqiang will give them?"

"Your Uncle Guozhu says he'll give the land to whoever offers the highest price, but his older brother is determined to have it. Even if the price is different, the land will definitely be given to his older brother."

At the height of his excitement, he clapped his hands, exclaiming, "You interfered in the middle and ended up not only losing the land but also offending people!"

"Even if you spend a lot of money to acquire the land, and you dare to plant it, your parents certainly wouldn't dare."

Chen Mian leaned against the door frame with her arms crossed, nodding frequently as she listened to her parents' words. They were all right, and they were all wrong.

He was determined to get these lands.

Even if he didn't make a move, the money wouldn't end up in Liu Guoqiang's hands. It would be a disservice to God not to make money off this freebie.

However, his memory of the incident wasn't entirely clear, and he was unclear about a key detail, so he asked his father, "Dad, didn't you hear at the dealership that my fourth uncle contracted land?"

"Your fourth uncle?"

The couple looked at each other in surprise. Chen Hongjian was the youngest son of his second uncle's family, and the fourth oldest in his family.

Chen Hongjian married a good wife and benefited from her marriage by getting a job at the township's agricultural repair factory, but his household registration was still that of Anping Village's agricultural household registration.

His family didn't own much land, so he leased it all to his older brother, Chen Hongqiang. The family rarely came back.

They were busy listening to rumors and chatting all day, and hadn't heard anything about Chen Hongjian wanting to lease land.

But thinking about Liang Chuncheng's cotton-selling business, it's not impossible that this fourth brother is a bit calculating.

Chen Hongguo asked curiously, "I've never heard of that. Where did you hear this from?"

"Aren't they dealing in cotton? Fourth Uncle has money too, how could he not be calculating?"

Upon hearing this, the couple nodded in unison, confirming that it was indeed true.

However, looking at her parents' naive appearance, Chen Mian couldn't help but shake her head slightly. Chen Hongjian was much more shrewd than they imagined.

In his past life, he faced so much competition, but in the end, he was defeated by this fourth uncle. If he hadn't been singled out by the authorities as a typical example, he would have made a lot of money.

At the time, I was confused and took the blame for the main crime, while they voluntarily surrendered and cooperated with the investigation. Among them, Chen Hongjian and Liang Chuncheng had the lightest sentences and were not imprisoned.

It was later discovered that Chen Hongjian's retired father-in-law and the mastermind behind the crime had received advance notice. Knowing that those who defied the law would not escape punishment, they coordinated their statements and pinned the blame on their own family.

It's just that I didn't deal in much cotton back then, otherwise I might have been burdened with this debt for many years.

"Dad, Mom, will you agree to lease the land if Uncle Guoqiang withdraws?"

Chen Hongguo and his wife exchanged a glance, and after careful consideration, gave an answer: "Let me tell you the truth, we only have a five thousand yuan savings account at home, and at most we can sell the melon seeds again."

"If we want to lease this land, we'll need to borrow at least ten thousand yuan. Besides your eldest sister, your aunt, and your two uncles, where else can we get the money?"

Chen Hongguo chimed in, "We also need to see how much others are offering per mu, what the price of cotton is this year, and how the final price was set in September last year. We need to study how much we can earn before making a decision."

Chen Mian didn't say anything more, because saying more is not as direct as doing something.

Then I changed the subject and talked to my dad about spraying pesticides.

September is almost here. Barring unforeseen circumstances, just one last round of spraying is needed to prevent an outbreak of bollworms.

The next step involves clearing weeds, trimming damaged bolls, and then waiting to pick cotton, so the workload during this period is relatively light.