Reborn in 1977, starting with severing ties with family.

Jiang Sen didn't understand why Wang Haiyang was so cold when he first arrived, looking at everyone as if they owed him money.

Why are they chatting and laughing with me all of a sudden?

He didn't say a word, but he talked on and on enthusiastically.

Who he goes with and where he goes are not important to Jiang Sen.

Sun Guohong, with her thick eyebrows and big eyes, seems to have been transferred there.

Lu Xiu went to the Third Brigade, but he forgot to ask Shao Jiajia.

Back in the cafeteria, everyone else had finished eating.

Da Liu is talking to them.

"Everyone, hurry up and buy whatever you need later. There are cars outside to take you there."

He saw Jiang Sen and Wang Haiyang come in and nodded.

"Now I will announce the list of those going to each brigade."

Someone asked, "Aren't we going to one place?"

Da Liu said, "Impossible. Every brigade is short of people, and the farm headquarters can only allocate people to the teams in order of priority."

The result was the same as what Wang Haiyang had predicted.

He and Jiang Sen both went to the Fourth Brigade.

Not all the others went to Xiangyang Brigade; instead, it was the few remaining people from here who went.

Those who were injured will go to other brigades once they have recovered. Xiangyang Brigade sent the most people, with four of them.

The other brigades each had two people.

Having a companion is always a good thing; it's better than going to a place where you don't know anyone.

After finishing their business, the educated youth scattered and ran outside to find Cadre Ma.

Wang Haiyang asked, "Shall we go take a look too?"

Jiang Sen was fine, so he nodded in agreement.

As they walked towards the supply and marketing cooperative, Officer Ma was opening the door, and the educated youth surged inside.

Jiang Sen and Wang Haiyang followed them inside.

Some of the educated youth took out money to buy salt, some took out money to buy needles and thread, and one took out a bag from his basket containing dried mushrooms that he wanted to exchange for matches.

Upon seeing this, Wang Haiyang's expression shifted, and he walked over to Jiang Sen at the counter.

He asked in a low voice, "Can we trade mushrooms for other things here?"

Jiang Sen said, "Anything I can get in the mountains can be traded or sold."

Are mushrooms easy to prepare?

Jiang Sen turned his head and saw that he looked serious, not like he was just asking casually. An idea struck him, and he asked in return, "How many do you want?"

"As much as you want."

"Eating at home?"

Wang Haiyang smiled faintly, "Of course, it's to earn extra money."

Jiang Sen understood.

While speculation and profiteering are still being investigated, the crackdown has become much more lenient.

Everyone's life is tough, so people often turn a blind eye when they bring in extra things to exchange for other things.

"Dare you?" Wang Haiyang asked, turning to look at the person next to him. "What for?"

The two words are almost homophones, but their meanings are completely opposite.

Jiang Sen's mind raced.

He has money; if you count, he could be considered a small-time millionaire.

But these days, who doesn't want more money?

"We'll talk about it later!"

Jiang Sen did not agree immediately, after all, he did not know Wang Haiyang well.

If something goes wrong, and you're all alone, you'll have to put up with whatever they want to do to you.

But Wang Haiyang clearly has powerful connections and doesn't care at all.

But if you get involved with him, and something goes wrong, he might have someone to protect him, while you become the scapegoat.

He had considered dealing in some mountain products, but he was just waiting for the right opportunity; he didn't trust anyone.

I befriended Wang Jianguo for two reasons: first, I thought he was a scholar worthy of respect; second, it was to leave myself a way out if I wanted to do something in the future.

Now that Wang Haiyang has suddenly appeared, it seems that he has been given another way out.

Jiang Sen is very bold, but he doesn't easily show it.

Wang Haiyang understood and said nothing more. Instead, he took out his money, bought a few packs of cigarettes, and handed one to Jiang Sen.

Jiang Sen accepted it without being polite.

Jiang Sen deliberately left Wang Haiyang with a reason to continue contacting him, since he felt obligated to accept the gifts.

Prison is both hell and heaven.

One second they might be smiling and flattering you, and the next second they might stab you in the back.

The same applies to life.

Soon, everyone had finished buying their things and left the supply and marketing cooperative.

Jiang Sen was the last to leave, and he filled the wine flask again.

When Officer Ma saw the wine flask, he laughed and said, "So it was for you?" before going inside to get the wine.

Wang Haiyang walked slowly, and Jiang Sen caught up from behind.

In front of the large truck in the open space, Da Liu and Sui Zhongliang were already waiting for them.

The group ran over, climbed into the truck bed, and the truck started moving.

The truck drove fast and arrived at the Third Brigade in just over four hours. It stopped by the roadside, and Wang Haiyang and Jiang Sen got out of the truck.

After the car drove away, Jiang Sen looked back and forth, and it was still the same as he remembered.

"Let's go!" Jiang Sen went down the right side of the road and walked along a small path that had been trodden out by people.

The heavy snow came suddenly, and the crops in the fields were all buried under the snow.

Along the way, I saw many people working with their backs bent over in the distance.

Nestled against the mountains, a small village, covered in snow and crisscrossed by narrow paths, appeared somewhat desolate.

"This is the Fourth Detachment?" Wang Haiyang looked around. "It's so desolate!"

Jiang Sen exhaled a puff of white mist, stopped in his tracks, and said, "The village is called Jiazigou. There are only a few dozen households, controlled by two families. There are always people fighting, it's quite lively."

Wang Haiyang understood the excitement Jiang Sen was talking about and even felt a sense of anticipation.

The two walked to the village entrance and saw three people squatting on the ridge of the field by the roadside. They looked like hooligans and were obviously not good people.

As it happens, Jiang Sen knew them all.

These three people often hung out with Zhang Shuibing, the son of Zhang, the accountant in the farm, and caused trouble everywhere.

After being sent back by the farm headquarters, he would behave himself for a while, but after a few days, he would start causing trouble again and harassing female educated youth.

"Hey! What are you doing here in Jiazigou? What are you doing here?"

The skinny man, dressed in dark blue pudding-covered clothes, was from the Zhao family in the village. His real name was unknown; his nickname was Erlvzi (Second Donkey).

With a troublemaking expression, he looked Jiang Sen and Wang Haiyang up and down.

Seeing Wang Haiyang wearing a watch, his eyes lit up, and he winked at the person next to him.

"Are you deaf?"

He was dark-skinned and nicknamed "Blackie." He was a petty thief who loved to sneak into the windows of female educated youths and climb over the walls of widows' houses at night.

"If you want to enter the village, shouldn't you leave something behind?"

He was a tall, thin guy, and Zhang Shuibing usually hung out with him a lot.

Given the chance, he'd do anything bad. He was also the village chief's son, and one of the murderers who killed Shao Jiajia in his previous life, named Zhao Erhu.

Wang Haiyang looked them over with interest and asked Jiang Sen, "If you get caught robbing someone, you'll get shot, right?"

"Yes! Hit him on the head!"

"Wouldn't that cause brains and all that stuff to splatter out, red and white splattering everywhere?"

"His head is shattered."

The two of them, working in unison, completely disregarded these people.

Erluzi's face darkened. He got up from the ridge and walked a few steps over. Heizi and Zhao Erhu followed behind him, staring at them with unfriendly expressions.

Erluzi scoffed, "Which widow forgot to zip up her pants and let you guys slip out?"

"Haha..." Hei Zi and Zhao Erhu burst into laughter.

Jiang Sen sneered, "That's it?"

These were all things he had already done while he was in prison.

"What? Is the widow's crotch your den?"

"What did you say?" Erluzi was furious. "Don't you even know where this is? How dare you come here to cause trouble?"

"When did Jiazigou become a bandit's den?" Jiang Sen retorted sarcastically.

"Stop wasting your breath on him, get him!" Hei Zi pulled out a dagger from his waistband.

The sickle broke, and the broken end was wrapped with hemp rope, with a hook still attached to the front.

If the educated youth had a broken sickle, they would keep both ends, wrap them with hemp rope or pieces of cloth, and use them as kitchen knives.

Hei Zi, however, used it as a murder weapon.

Jiang Sen looked at Wang Haiyang and said, "I'm so scared!"

Wang Haiyang smiled and said, "I'm scared too!"

After they finished speaking, they both kicked out at the same time.