Rebirth in 80, starting with hunting in the Greater Khingan Mountains

"You kid, you are a grown man with all your strength, you can find any wife, but you have to find a widow.

The widow hasn't even taken a fancy to me yet, what's the point? What sin have you, the Jiang family, committed? "

A man's angry voice rang out: "Our Jiang family provided the seeds, and your Wang family provided the land. We can't just rely on one family for the joint harvest, right? The production team didn't say we should do that!"

"You, as a father, can't control your child, yet you think you're right!" The woman's voice suddenly became louder.

Jiang He looked at the middle-aged woman who was angrily scolding a big-boned but extremely thin man. He felt even more dazed. How could this dream be so real?

This scene seems to have taken place on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month in 1980, in Lindianzi Village, my hometown in Daxinganling.

He suffered an emotional blow and started to behave like a human being after a serious illness. He spent all day hanging out with the village scoundrels and the thugs from the Forestry Bureau, and moved from the town to the city, and then to Ice City.

Relying on the skills and ruthlessness he had acquired from hunting in the mountains with his father since he was a child, he made a name for himself and was known as Brother Dajiang in the underworld.

But what's the use?

In my previous life, when my father died, I was in detention.

I was in labor camp when my mother died of overwork.

The younger sister was beaten all over by a domestic violence man and had nowhere to go. She jumped into the river with her child while she was in prison.

When my younger brother was drowned in a basement in Beijing, I was enjoying myself in a bathing center.

He had been powerful and dissolute, but when he grew old and paralyzed and looked back, he found that he had no relatives left.

By the way, I have an old partner who used to be a bath lady. Even after she retired and could no longer work, she still stayed idle. She worked as a bed nanny for the old man, that is, a babysitter during the day and a bed companion at night.

Then after you have found a rich old man, give him some medicine and don't delay yourself from relying on the old man to earn his pension.

Jiang He never thought that God would give a scumbag like him a chance to start over.

God is very kind. In the twelfth month of 1980, when I was 20 years old, I had not yet become a scumbag.

Yeah, I'm not a scumbag.

"Hey, my brother is awake!"

A little girl of about twelve or thirteen, fair-skinned and with a rosy face, crawled over from the end of the kang and put her hand on Jiang He's forehead. "The fever is gone!"

This is my younger sister Jiang Xiaomei.

From behind the little girl, a round little boy with a nasal sniffle popped out, smiling with his teeth showing.

This is my younger brother Jiang Hai, nicknamed Goushengzi.

"My brother misses that woman so much that he wants to cry."

Jiang He held back his tears, gritted his teeth and hugged his little sister tightly in his arms. As she screamed and kicked, he sucked her hard on the face, leaving a red mark on her cheek.

When the fat kid Jiang Hai tried to run away, Jiang He grabbed him, pulled down his pants, and bit him hard on the butt, making the fat kid cry out.

The chubby child, while holding up his cotton pants, cried, "Brother, are you thirsty? I'll get you some canned soup. Are you hungry? I'll give you some pickled cabbage soup with rice!"

"Get out of the way! I need to talk to our parents!"

Jiang He stretched out his hand and pulled the fat kid into the pile of quilts at the end of the kang.

"Dad, Mom, it's true that Miao Xiaoyu is a widow, but this widow... I've lived two lifetimes and I've never seen a better woman than her. She's also beautiful."

What Jiang He said was absolutely true. Miao Xiaoyu was 22 years old this year and had been a widow for two years.

On the day of their wedding, Jiang He saw that the man had some kind of mental disorder. He drank some wine and just as he walked to the door, he died.

In those days, pre-marital affairs were not popular, so Miao Xiaoyu was a widow in name, but in reality she was still a virgin. This is very important, so pay attention to it, as it will be tested.

Miao Xiaoyu married here from the more difficult Lingbei area. The Miao family received a betrothal gift of 88.88 yuan and of course refused to take her back.

The mother-in-law, daughter-in-law, aunt and sister-in-law just live together like this.

Miao Xiaoyu is beautiful and gentle.

It’s hard to describe her figure and appearance. Let me put it this way, the Queen of the Kingdom of Women, who became popular later, was slightly inferior to her. Her main character was dignified and beautiful, and her country was peaceful and prosperous.

In her previous life, she was turned back and the Miao family took another 200 yuan betrothal gift and forced her to remarry a middle-aged technician from the Forestry Bureau whose wife had died.

Nowadays, this is a high-tech talent with a monthly salary of several dozen yuan.

Don't be fooled by her age. For a farmer with rural household registration, she is definitely out of her league.

But this technician has a problem. He is a cuckolded minotaur who likes to watch from the side. The more people there are, the better he likes it.

Miao Xiaoyu gave birth to two children whose identities were unknown. She was tortured to the point of insanity and froze to death on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month in 1983.

The two children lost their mother and died of illness one after another. They were thrown into a ditch outside the town by the technician. Their skulls were picked up and someone said they could be used to make medicine.

Now, God has given me a chance to start over.

My sister Xiaoyu shouldn't have such a fate.

I can't avoid a fight with the Miao family. I'm known as Brother Dajiang in the underworld. I'm a scumbag, so who am I afraid of?

Damn, I want to be a good person in this life.

Jiang He went out wearing his mother's new cotton-padded jacket.

Turn right when you go out, then turn left at the intersection, and the second house you see is Miao Xiaoyu's.

The sticks held by the wooden planks were tilted here and there, and the wooden gate had holes in it, all of which were caused by people climbing over the wall and kicking the door.

There's nothing we can do. There's always trouble around a widow. Fortunately, Miao Xiaoyu's old woman is fierce, cruel, and aggressive enough, otherwise who knows what will happen.

The mud house was not big, and the small leaves on the roof were almost rotten. There were layers of plastic sheets nailed on the windows, and they made a rustling sound when the wind blew.

There are no such formalities in rural Northeast China. In broad daylight, people usually just push the door and go into the house. It is considered polite to shout.

As Jiang He entered the house, a wave of heat hit him. Miao Xiaoyu was sitting on a small stool in the outer room (similar to the kitchen). In front of her was a large iron washbasin filled with clothes, and a washboard made of old poplar wood was inserted diagonally.

She was wearing a blue cotton jacket that was patched but very clean, and black cotton trousers. Her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows. Her forearms were snow-white, but her hands were quite chapped.

Especially when she was sitting on a small stool, even her thick cotton jacket and trousers couldn't hold down her waist, hips, and the shape of her legs that were pressed from her knees to her chin, tsk tsk tsk...

Those flirty pictures on mobile phones in later generations, with skirts lifted and women sitting down, and semi-transparent back figures, are simply lame.

Miao Xiaoyu screamed, and quickly stood up with her long legs. While wiping her hands, she said, "Xiao Jiang, you, why are you here?"

Miao Xiaoyu was startled when she saw Jiang He's fiery gaze, and she quickly called out, "Mom, mom, Xiao Jiang from Uncle Da Jiang's family is here!"

Old Mrs. Chen, who looked like a water jar, rushed out from the inner room. The flesh on her big round face trembled as she looked Jiang He up and down: "You came here, Gaha?"

A chubby, lively little girl of five or six years old poked her head out from under her ribs and looked at Jiang He curiously.

Jiang He laughed, grabbed Miao Xiaoyu, hugged her slender waist tightly, and stared into her beautiful big eyes.

"I want to marry Sister Xiaoyu. This is God's gift to me. No one else can help me!"

Jiang He had just finished declaring his sovereignty when Old Mrs. Chen kicked him in the butt: "Marry your grandmother, damn it! My family paid over 80 yuan for her as a betrothal gift."

Jiang He glared at Old Mrs. Chen fiercely, which scared her immediately. Why did Old Jiang, a kid who was not capable of doing anything, look so fierce today?

Jiang He pointed at Old Mrs. Chen's nose and said, "Don't throw a tantrum with me. I'm telling you, I'm going to marry Sister Xiaoyu. You keep her under guard while I go hunt down a black bear as a betrothal gift. I'm going to bring Sister Xiaoyu home in a sedan chair carried by eight men!"

Old Mrs. Chen curled her lips, rolled her eyes, and twisted her head. The look of disdain on her face, which was as if she was pinching half of her eyeballs, was enough to make someone angry to death.

"You're the one who's killing so many people in the mountains and rivers while hunting and fishing, and no one's getting rich. Who the hell do you think you are?

Your father is still a sickly person who spits out eight ounces of water after drinking a bowl of porridge. Whoever follows you will be unlucky for eight generations!"

Jiang He laughed heartily: "I can cure my father's illness!

My mother won’t be exhausted to death!

My sister will marry into a good family, or it doesn’t matter if she doesn’t, I will support her for the rest of her life.

My little brother will never die in that shabby basement where he can’t even turn around!

And my sister Xiaoyu will never suffer that kind of humiliation or hardship again. I will definitely marry her."

Jiang He said this, slowly and powerfully clenching his fist, his facial features twisted and ferocious, and his words were even more resounding: "In this life, I want it all!"