Rebirth: Back to before my girlfriend dropped out of school

"Drag him away."

Guan Hu and Datou quickly dragged the people on the ground away and disappeared in the hall. After they left, Guo Lin talked to Hai Ye about what happened before leaving.

The people around him were gone, and Hai Ye stood alone in the empty hall and sighed. They were all cunning and difficult to deal with.

After a while, he got up and went to the guest room on the first floor. The person who was supposed to be dragged away was lying on the bed with medicine on his body. He looked lazy and no one knew what he was thinking about.

Seeing Master Hai coming, she smiled sweetly, "Godfather."

She was born beautiful, and now she is so obedient that people have almost forgotten her arrogant look just now. Now all they feel is heartache.

Hai Ye sat beside her and sighed, "You acted too rashly. Can you blame me if I punish you today?"

"How could that be?" Tong Yusui smiled gently. "My adoptive father is the head of the family, managing so many people. If I do something wrong and don't get punished, how can I convince the others? I understand."

"It's good that you know." Seeing this, Hai Ye glared at her again and advised, "If you act so openly, you will get yourself killed sooner or later." After saying this, he sighed again and continued, "I've already said it, Shadow, you must go, but I will ask them to be careful and not let you suffer too much until your injuries are healed."

"Thank you, godfather." Tong Yusui showed gratitude.

But both of them knew that these words were just for listening, and anyone who took them seriously was a fool.

However, Hai Ye seems to be older and has indeed lost some of the sharpness and ruthlessness of his youth. At least he would not say these soft words to fool you before.

Sure enough, as soon as Tong Yusui went to Shadow, he knew that he was right. He said that Hai Ye was not as nice to him as Brother Bin (Big Head). When he left, he secretly stuffed a lot of medicine into his mouth.

But later she found out that no one here would be well, so they would distribute medicines, and Tong Yusui kept those medicines for the time being...

A group of people in Wanjiang were also living a good life. When Xia Zhuomian attended the graduation defense and ceremony, he kept wondering whether Suisui would come back. Later, he learned that her graduation thesis had been submitted and she had not returned. Xia Zhuomian was a little disappointed, but felt it was normal.

After that, he started working. His father had previously advised him to pursue a career as a host, so he had been asked to participate in competitions, give speeches, and gain experience. Xia Zhuomian had no direction at the time but still went for it. However, he later discovered that he did not really like hosting and did not have any advantages of his own.

After graduation, Xia's father thought he could go to an entertainment company, while Xia's mother wanted her son to go to a state-owned enterprise. The two argued endlessly and asked Xia Zhuomian to choose. Xia Zhuomian hesitated for a few days and finally did not choose the state-owned enterprise.

There are many types of entertainment companies, and he temporarily worked as a host there. At the beginning, he just helped with odd jobs and ran errands. Later, by chance, he met Ms. Wen Huizhu, a senior reporter of the company. By chance, he worked with Teacher Wen, and they visited a backward village in Wanjiang together.

This was the first time Xia Zhuomian knew that there were such poor and destitute villages in Wanjiang. They walked on the bumpy dirt road. If they walked fast, a passing car would raise dust. A group of bright and beautiful people became dusty when they walked in. Many newcomers were not used to it and the shoes and clothes they chose were not suitable. In the end, the young people were left behind. Xia Zhuomian was no exception. Although he said before coming that he would go to the village for investigation, he thought the village was similar to his parents' hometown, with well-built cement roads and basically clean and tall self-built houses. He had no idea that there was such a backward place in the local area.

Wen Huizhu did not feel unhappy. Instead, she told them about her own experiences back then, saying that everyone makes mistakes when they are young, and it is nothing. The group of people talked and laughed, so the journey was not dull. It took more than two hours by car and on foot. When they arrived, everyone was sweating. The sun was shining brightly. At first, some people held umbrellas to block the sun, but later they were too tired to even use the umbrellas.

They thought the poverty on the road was severe enough, until they looked up and saw the sparse dilapidated houses and red brick and mud houses.

Wen Huizhu said that there are not many villagers here, most of whom are elderly people who are unwilling to leave their hometown. The ultimate result of their failure to keep up with the development of the times is that they will be abandoned by the times. Some of these people even reject the outside world.

"They are too stubborn!"

Hearing her say this, one girl seemed to associate something with her and couldn't help frowning, and the others nodded as well.

It's very similar to the stereotypes young people have about old people.

Wen Huizhu laughed again, "I thought so at first, too, and used this as a guideline to persuade them to go to a better place to enjoy their lives."

"But later I found out I was wrong. There are many reasons why they are reluctant to leave. Not only can they not adapt to life in big cities, but also because of their passion for the land."

She continued, "The purpose of our visit this time is to further understand the relationship between this generation and the land, and to also conduct a questionnaire survey on land nationalization."

The others still didn't quite understand, but soon they understood.

They passed through many places, most of which were deserted and the land quality was not very good. Many small and messy plots of land were almost as dry and hard as the land under their feet. The occasional green they could see was actually a hint of green growing from the rice stubble left after last year's harvest.

"Rice is the main crop here, and the people here are all old, so they only plant one crop a year."

In fact, there is not much land here, but the poor geographical location makes it difficult for large-scale purchasing machines to come in. Some places don’t even have wells, so they cannot be irrigated with machines. Even if the land is recycled, it is estimated that it will not be used for agricultural planting again.

It was obvious that this was not Wen Huizhu's first time there, and the villagers were quite familiar with her. However, some of the villagers were friendly while others were deeply wary of her.

The students following Teacher Wen didn't understand why these people had such divisive attitudes, and then they got the answer.

As soon as I entered the village, an elderly woman was waiting at the village gate. When she saw me, she quickly walked over and took Wen Huizhu's hand, asking anxiously, "Reporter Wen, didn't you say before that my son would call me soon? Why hasn't he called me yet?"

The old man's face was full of traces of time. He was wearing somewhat deformed clothes and looked to be in his sixties or seventies. He was looking at Wen Huizhu with full expectation.

She was not a lucky woman. She grew up in a poor family and had seven brothers and sisters. When she grew up, she followed the rules and married a farmer who was a carpenter. She gave birth to two sons and a daughter. As the children grew up and started their own families, she felt that she had achieved success and was satisfied.

Because their hometown was so poor, the children all migrated to work and settled in various places. A few years ago, the second child moved to the city. She couldn't get used to the small, enclosed house. And what about mopping the floor? She was considered diligent if she wiped the stove once every six months. She always thought, "Isn't it enough to just clean the food?" Besides, if it wasn't clean, she wouldn't get sick, and it wasn't poisonous. And what about the floor? Just sweep it. Isn't it a waste of time to mop all the time?

There was also the issue of grandchildren. In short, no one was happy before she had even lived there for a month.

Arguments also broke out at her second son's house. He taught her again and again, but eventually, tired of it, he told her to go out and dance and not worry about the house. She knew she was being ignored, and she felt aggrieved. She had never had the time for such meticulous work before. Every day after dinner, she had to take her supplies to the fields. She was a skilled weeder! But in the city, they didn't even allow her to grow vegetables.