Traveling back to 1977

Chapter 135 The Forecast Was Inaccurate
Having settled the matter of the homestead, Chen Fan felt a sense of relief and leisurely returned home with his satchel slung over his shoulder.

Whether or not he had a homestead was not particularly important to him.

Once the royalty system is reinstated, he can start earning money by writing.

The hottest genre in the cultural world in the next decade will undoubtedly be "scar literature." Following the formula of scar literature, one can conscientiously fabricate some stories, write a medium-length or long novel, and publish it for the equivalent of a month's salary for an ordinary worker. As long as one works hard for a few months, one can save up enough to build a small courtyard house.

If I don't want to go to Beijing, I can go to any other city. Why do I need a homestead?

After buying a house in the city, I can make a living by writing. If I make money, I can buy a piece of land in the north, a piece of land in the east, a piece of land in the south, and then another piece of land in the south.

In one's leisure time, one can watch the changing times and the vicissitudes of life with a smile; when bored, one can go out and travel to explore the beautiful landscapes of the motherland. What a pleasant experience that would be!

This is Chen Fan's simple wish in this era.

Based on his plan, the book can basically be declared finished.

However, the development of things is not subject to human will.

To realize this wish, one thing is indispensable: a letter of introduction!
Without a letter of introduction, he couldn't even travel far, let alone buy anything.

Therefore, the homestead itself is not important to him, but whether or not he has a homestead is very important to him.

Without a homestead, one cannot settle down and build a career here, and the production team will always treat him as an outsider!
Even though he's still called "Master Chen" wherever he goes now, people still call him that.

Who would constantly refer to their own people as "master"?

Even today, the people in the production team treat him only as a guest.

Including Secretary Yang and others, after their articles were published in Yunhu Daily the day before yesterday, they couldn't wait to give themselves certificates and prizes.

Why?

That's just shutting yourself up!
Therefore, Chen Fan knew very well that as long as he didn't settle down here, Lujiawan would never issue him a certificate.

Since that's the case, then he'll settle down here and show them.

It's just a rural household registration.

Decades later, you might not even be able to get a rural household registration back, let alone suddenly receive such a large plot of land for a homestead.

Two acres of land, oh ho ho, Chen Fan was afraid he'd laugh himself awake in his dreams.

Only in this era, before the population explodes and before rural areas are surrounded by cities, and with enough land to explore, can such a large piece of land be acquired.

Decades from now, if someone dares to acquire such a large plot of land, no matter who they are, they'll be getting calls and messages on Douyin in no time. Even Jack Ma and Pony Ma wouldn't give them any face.

Don't think that villagers don't care how much land others occupy. Everyone has their own standards. The village is only so big. If you occupy more land today, won't my son and grandson have less land in the future?
The difference is that some people don't care, while others insist on getting to the bottom of it and making a clear distinction.

But now it doesn't matter. In Zhang Wenliang's words, if he could exchange a piece of useless wasteland for a veterinarian to settle down in the team, the members of Team 6 would not object. And as long as the land was fenced off, it would belong to him in the future.

Of course it's awesome!
……

When she got home, Jiang Lili, as usual, immediately went to make dinner as soon as he returned, without asking him why he was so late.

After putting his things down, Chen Fan ran off to observe the chicks and puppies.

The chicks were chirping and seemed quite energetic, as were the two puppies, who were also playing in the basket.

Then he ran to the back to check on the foal. It had probably taken a nap, because the foal was much more energetic now. When it saw Chen Fan, it jumped and skipped around happily.

It's a pity it's still too small, otherwise it might really jump out.

Chen Fan pushed open the wooden gate and went inside, chuckling as he hugged the horse's head, "Does your stomach still hurt?"

The little pony said, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Chen Fan said, "Take your medicine obediently tomorrow. Once you're fully recovered, I'll take you out to play." The little pony nudged him with its head, looking very happy.

Chen Fan was also very happy. Today he bought a chick, a puppy, and a pony. Only the pony could talk to him. He would chat with it for a while every day. He was sure that his animal language would help him level up quickly.

But he was happy too soon.

The little pony suddenly asked, "Where's Mommy?"

Chen Fan was speechless.

I almost forgot, this little one is still breastfeeding, and he used to be with his mother every day, so it's normal for him to miss her.

Horses are highly intelligent, even more so than dogs in some aspects. Especially during lactation, foals are very attached to their mothers, and mothers also take special care of their foals. The two horses often touch heads, communicating silently.

This emotion is almost identical to that of humans.

Looking at the little horse with hopeful eyes, Chen Fan exclaimed "Ah!" and said while thinking, "Mommy is at your old home. Be a good girl and listen to her. When you grow up, I'll take you to find Mommy, okay?"

Little Ma's intelligence is still limited, so he easily believes what this person who can communicate with him says, and happily snuggles into Chen Fan's arms again.

Chen Fan played with it for a while, and when Jiang Lili came over to call him for dinner, he patted the horse's head, added some hay to its fodder, and left.

During dinner today, Jiang Lili was unusually talkative. "The chicks and puppies were pooping in the basket. I changed their straw and fed them their evening meal. The chicks pecking at the rice were so cute, and the puppies were licking my fingers."

Chen Fan laughed and said, "Once they grow a little bigger, we won't need to put them in baskets anymore. We can build a fence to enclose the chicks, and we can also make a wooden basin as a doghouse for the puppies. Once we teach them not to poop or pee in the doghouse, things will be much better."

Jiang Lili looked at him in surprise, "Can you teach a chick or a puppy?"

Chen Fan laughed and said, "Look at other people's chicken coops, the chickens won't poop in their own coops, let alone dogs."

Jiang Lili recalled the chicken coop in her yard, "It really does seem to be."

The two ate and chatted, almost entirely about these little things.

Chen Fan couldn't help but chuckle to himself; as expected, girls have almost zero resistance to cute things.

Unfortunately, all animals grow up at the cost of their looks. Before long, those fluffy little chicks will grow into braised chicken pieces, and the dogs will proudly mark their territory by urinating everywhere. They can never go back to the way they were.

Jiang Lili, however, kept her head down, her face growing increasingly red.

Discussing when the chicks will grow up and when the dog can guard the house seems like a childhood memory. Back then, my parents would sit at the dinner table, talking about these things, just like today, while my sister and I would excitedly discuss when we could eat chicken…

As she thought about it, the blush on her face gradually faded, and her expression turned gloomy.

I don't know when those days will return.

Or perhaps, will that day really come again?

After finishing his meal, Chen Fan put down his chopsticks and looked up to notice that her complexion seemed a little off. Then, glancing at the kitchen doorway, he frowned deeply. "Has it gotten colder?"

Jiang Lili suddenly looked up at him, her face blank, then looked outside. "Ah, it really does seem a bit cold."

The two walked out one after the other, and could faintly hear the sound of the wind in the distance. The temperature was also noticeably lower than in the previous days.

Chen Fan turned to look at her. "Is it going to snow?"

Jiang Lili also withdrew her gaze from the distance and gently shook her head. "It's hard to say, but it's very possible."

Chen Fan's lips twitched slightly. The weather forecast in the local daily newspaper didn't say it would snow tomorrow.

Since the first weather forecast was issued on July 1, 1956, it has become almost standard practice for more and more newspapers in China to publish weather forecasts.

However, the accuracy of this is debatable.

(End of this chapter)