Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Old man Qin and his wife loved Qin Dabao the most. Unfortunately, they had no ability in their lifetime and could not help Dabao. Later, they were always worried about their son and granddaughter and died one after another in 68.

A hundred meters to the right of the old house, there are two courtyards, each with three adobe houses, where my second uncle and my eldest uncle live.

Second uncle and eldest uncle are filial people. After Qin Dabao's family moved to the city, they took care of the old couple on a daily basis.

Two children ran out from the second uncle's yard and shouted happily to Dabao: "Big brother, big brother." These were the second uncle's twin sons. The older one was called Qin Dajun and the younger one was called Qin Daquan. They were 12 years old.

"Brother, you are back. Grandma and I have missed you so much."

Qin Dabao saw that the two of them didn't even have hats on, and their faces were red from the cold. He quickly kicked each of them and said, "Get lost! Go back and put on your hats before coming out again."

"Okay." The two boys were really obedient and turned around and ran away.

"Come to my house later..."

"Yeah."

Qin Dabao looked at the backs of his two younger brothers. They were both twelve years old, but they looked almost ten or eight years old. It was obvious that they were malnourished. These two younger brothers, including his second uncle and eldest uncle's sister, were all very close to Dabao.

Qin Dabao thought of the black soil in the space and wondered if he could grow crops. If he could, he would first solve the problem of food and clothing for his relatives.

Pushing open the two doors, Qin Dabao walked slowly into the courtyard. Everything in the courtyard was so familiar in his memory.

At this moment, the door opened, the thick straw curtain was lifted, and Grandpa came out with a burst of hot air. When he saw Qin Dabao, he immediately shouted happily: "Old woman, our grandson is here."

With the shout, the window opened and grandma's head popped out.

"Oh my, grandma's grandson is here, come in quickly."

Qin Dabao carried the flour bag and followed his grandfather into the house.

After entering the house, Qin Dabao put the flour bag on the edge of the kang, took off his hat and coat,

The old lady put down her pipe and took the coat with a smile: "What is this thing?"

"This is the cornmeal my mother asked me to bring. Erbao is such a big eater, so you and grandpa must have saved some food for him."

The old lady pulled Dabao and said, "Come sit on the kang. It's warm there. Your mother is worrying about that useless thing. How can she let my little grandson starve in Qinjiagou?"

There is nothing wrong with what he said. The entire Qinjiagou is made up of people with the surname Qin, without a single outsider. Here, clan concepts are more important than the law. Now the only people left with a higher generation are just two old men. Chinese people value filial piety, so no one can starve, except their grandparents.

Dabao hugged his grandmother's arm. At this moment, he felt a long-lost warmth. "Grandma, I've brought everything here. Just eat it. No matter how bad it is in the city, you won't go hungry."

Grandpa put away the flour bag, which was also a filial act of the eldest son and daughter-in-law.

"Alas," Grandpa sighed, "this year has been good weather, but then there's this massive steel production drive that's drawing all the young laborers off to the reservoirs. As a result, there's no one left for the autumn harvest. Luckily, Uncle Qingrong brought back a dozen of his men, and we were able to snatch half the grain. But once the grain tax was paid, there was nothing left."

"Don't listen to your grandfather. No matter how sad we are, it's better than the Japanese. Your uncle Qingrong sent us a lot of food, but we didn't want it. Look at the villagers, they are all starving. We old people can't bear to eat it..."

Qin Dabao was silent. He didn't expect the situation in the village to be so bad. But now he had a lot of treasures but couldn't help.

"Well, don't talk about this, grandson. Goudan is one year younger than you and he's getting engaged the day after tomorrow. When can you bring my grandson's wife home?"

Qin Dabao is a little shy. He has been single for two lifetimes and has met several ambiguous objects, but they all backed off when they heard about his family conditions.

"Grandma, when I get to work, I will bring your eldest grandson's wife back home. When she gives birth, you and my grandfather will take care of your grandson."

Old Qin and his wife smiled so much that their eyes curved: "That's great! When you have a child, your grandma and I will come to the city to help you take care of the child."

"What child?" The door curtain was lifted, and the second uncle and second aunt walked in, followed by the eldest sister Qin Cuicui.

"Second uncle, second aunt." Qin Dabao hurriedly got down from the edge of the kang.

"Dabao, you just arrived? When will your parents be back?"

"My parents will be back tomorrow. It's the end of the year now, and my dad is always working overtime, leaving early and coming back late every day."

Qin Cuicui will be seventeen after the Chinese New Year. She has been following her eldest brother since she was a child. She was very happy to see her eldest brother. She grabbed his sleeve and talked non-stop.

Second Aunt's personality is a bit dull, but she is also very good to Dabao. She comes here to help the old lady cook for Dabao.

"Uncle, do we have grain seeds and vegetable seeds?"

Uncle Qin Qingfu shook his head: "The seeds are all in the village warehouse. How many do you want?"

"Just the same number of pills will do. My classmate wants it."

"Well, what's the big deal? It's just a few pills. Why don't you go find your uncle Qingrong and ask him to get them for you?"

"Yeah, by the way, Uncle, there are militias in the village now. Can I borrow a gun? I want to go to the mountain to shoot a few pheasants."

"It's easy to borrow. Big pillars are in charge. But if you want to play, play on the mountainside. Don't go into the mountains. There are a lot of wild boars in the mountains this year."

We were all kids from the mountains, so hunting pheasants and rabbits was basic skill for us. But dealing with wild boars was a piece of cake. The wild boar's skin was covered with a thick layer of sand, like armor, and ordinary bullets could not penetrate it. The impact force and the fangs would kill anyone who touched it. In the mountains, the most ferocious animal was not bears or wolves, but wild boars.

Moreover, wild boars are social animals. When they go out, they go out in groups of one family. Hunters dare not deal with wild boars unless they dig traps.

Qin Dabao was not afraid of this. In his previous life, he either drank tea and read newspapers at work or practiced shooting. His shooting skills were honed by countless bullets, and even the kings of soldiers in major military regions might not be better than him. What's more, he had a space plug-in, so he didn't take any beast seriously.

"Second Uncle, then take me to borrow it. I'm afraid Brother Dazhu won't lend it to me."

Qin Qingfu was a little hesitant. He was afraid that if he borrowed a gun for Dabao, Dabao would disobey and go into the mountains. Now there were not only wild boars in the mountains, but also wild wolves. It was too dangerous to go into the mountains.

Old Qin puffed on his cigarette and said, "Second brother, take Dabao to the village office and tell him I agree. Young man, why don't you see the world? Besides, we won't go into the mountains, so it's nothing serious."

Qin Qingfu never talked back to his parents. He always did what his father said. He responded, grabbed his cotton hat and put it on his head, then led Qin Dabao out the door.

The village office is located in the yard at the east end of the village. There are seven adobe houses in a row, two of which are warehouses and five are offices.

The meeting room in the village is the largest. In the countryside, the thing that is least lacking is space.

The stove in the room was burning brightly, the stove cover was burning red, and three men were squatting beside the stove, smoking their pipes with sad faces.

As soon as the door opened, Qin Qingfu and Qin Dabao walked in.

The three men looked up and stood up. They were the village chief Qin Qingrong, the village accountant Qin Dagui and the militia platoon leader Qin Dazhu.

One is Qin Dabao's uncle, and the other two are his brothers.

"Qingfu, Dabao, why are you here?"

"Uncle Eight, Dabao." The three of them greeted them one after another.

Qin Qingrong handed over the small bag of cigarettes. This was a custom in the north where men and women would share a bag of dry tobacco when they met.

"What's going on? Is my uncle Seventeen out of food? I'll go to the warehouse and pick up some corn kernels and send them to my uncle."

Qin Qingfu dug a bunch of tobacco leaves from his pipe and waved his hand: "No, it's Dabao who wants to see Dazhu."

"Ah? Looking for me? What's the matter, brother?"

"Brother Zhuzi, I want to borrow a gun and go to the mountain to try my luck and see if I can shoot a pheasant or a rabbit."

"Hey, buddy, have you ever shot a gun before? Don't hurt yourself again."

Qin Dazhu had been to the battlefield and returned to Qinjiagou after retiring. He thought he had seen the world and was a little arrogant.

Qin Dabao laughed: "Brother Zhuzi, I have shot a gun before. During the summer vacation, the school organized a training session, and I fired more than a hundred rounds of bullets."

He just made up his own story, but no one could confirm it.

"Okay, I'll get you a big eight-grain rifle. It's better than the Type 38 rifle."