Reborn in 1979, with a female educated youth lying next to me.

Liu Jia remained silent; there was no way to discuss the matter at hand.

Although they didn't understand that what they were doing was wrong, the reason they had such thoughts was simply because they were poor.

Just like many city dwellers laugh at villagers for not being particular.

But if they were raised in such an environment, they probably wouldn't be very particular about their manners.

From the moment I wake up in the morning until sunset, I spend almost the entire day in the fields.

I'm exhausted by the end of the day.

You still have the mind to wear a floral dress to work?

Putting everything else aside, just walking around a wheat stubble field will ruin your ankles.

In the beginning, after weeding for a day, my hands would tremble so much that I couldn't even lift chopsticks, yet I still had the energy to wash white shirts every day.

How could that be?

Like now.

In winter, when the windows let in drafts and the cold makes your teeth chatter, if you had a piece of torn paper in front of you, would you choose to patch the windows first, or would you choose to let your child write first?

"Let's not talk about that anymore, let's start cutting the paper, I'll give you a hand."

Both of them looked rather serious, and they spoke much less while working.

About twenty minutes later, a neat stack of notebooks was finished, and the two of them felt a little better.

Liu Jia had visited the village's primary school.

Calling it a primary school is an understatement; it's more like a collection of neater houses.

The children sat on chipped stools, used rickety tables, and the so-called blackboard was just plastered with cement.

The conditions were extremely basic.

Zhou Fengshou had also spoken to Liu Jia about this matter.

However, the village was poor and couldn't afford to spend much money to repair the primary school.

Parents don't have too many expectations for primary school.

They are content as long as the house doesn't leak when it rains and doesn't collapse under the weight of heavy snow.

An idea formed in Liu Jia's mind and became clearer and clearer.

However, Liu Jia did not say it aloud.

After night.

Zhou Fengshou suddenly came to find Liu Jia.

Previously, Zhou Fengshou would call out "Old Liu" as soon as he entered the house. But recently, as soon as he enters the yard, he asks if his third son is home.

At first, Liu Yutian complained about Zhou Fengshou.

But as time went on, Liu Yutian seemed to get used to it.

Just like today, upon seeing Zhou Fengshou approaching, before Zhou Fengshou could even stop, Liu Yutian blurted out, "Sanzi is in the north room!"

"Oh, I see. I need to talk to Sanzi about something."

As he spoke, Zhou Fengshou lifted the curtain of the north room and went inside.

Liu Yutian pursed his lips, then started smoking again under the big locust tree.

"Dad, what's going on lately? Why is Uncle Zhou only looking for Sanzi?"

"How would I know? Jianye, can you please not ask questions you shouldn't? The production team leader was looking for Sanzi, not to talk to us about anything, so why ask so many questions?"

Liu Yutian rolled his eyes in annoyance, then put the cigarette to his lips and took two deep drags.

Liu Jianye chuckled to himself, and then quietly moved to the south room.

"Mom, did you see that? My dad is throwing a tantrum. He got angry because Uncle Zhou came over but didn't talk to him."

Liu Jianye secretly tattled on him.

After hearing this, Zhang Guilan quickly stirred the contents of the wok with a spatula a couple of times, and then turned to leave.

"Mother, where are you going?"

"I'm going to check on your father. He's getting old; he can't get angry."

Before Liu Jianye could react, Zhang Guilan had already gone to the big locust tree.

Liu Jianye was completely bewildered, staring incredulously at the scene before him.

What kind of situation is this?

How come I never noticed before how much my mother cared about my father?

People say that companionship is essential in old age, and it seems that feelings really do deepen with age.

Originally, Liu Jianye wanted to talk to his mother here, but before he could finish two sentences, his mother ran out again. Feeling bored, Liu Jianye simply sat down in front of the stove and started a fire.

North House.

Zhou Fengshou paced anxiously, looking at Liu Jia with a worried expression.

Liu Jia struggled to suppress his laughter.

"Sanzi, stop laughing at your uncle. You should think of a solution to this."

"I really have no idea what to do with that Zhao Xiaochao."

"You know, as soon as I started to treat him a little better, he started coming home three times a day."

"There are already a lot of people in the village. What kind of mess is this if we let everyone see it?"

After rambling on about all the things Zhao Xiaochao had done, Zhou Fengshou finally turned to Liu Jia for help again.

Liu Jia first poured Zhou Fengshou a glass of water before starting to offer his advice.

"Uncle Zhou, you've always been so smart, how could you be so foolish as to get stuck on something so simple?"

"What's wrong? Don't talk to me in your foreign languages, just tell me what to do?"

"Uncle Zhou, listen to me. In my opinion, we should just let them get married as soon as possible. That way, people won't gossip."

Liu Jia spoke casually, not taking the matter at all seriously.

But Zhou Fengshou started shaking his head again.

"No, no, these two have only known each other for a short time. If they get married before they're even officially engaged, won't the villagers gossip?"

Thinking of the faces of those old women at the village entrance, Zhou Fengshou felt a chill run down his spine.

Their gathering place was under a big tree at the west end of the village.

If any man glances at a young woman more than a few times, those people will have something to say about him.

Not to mention, young men and young women together.

Even though Zhou Fengshou hadn't heard anything, he could guess that what he was saying must have been unpleasant.

That's how it is now.

Who knows what they might fabricate over time?

Therefore, the immediate crisis must be addressed.

However, Zhou Fengshou hesitated about Liu Jia's suggestion.

Is it inappropriate to get married so early?

"Uncle Zhou, what era are we living in? You should have let go of your old ideas a long time ago. You're the production team leader of our village, aren't you afraid people will criticize you for being backward?"

"What do you mean I'm lagging behind? My son and daughter's weddings are big events, so I have to make arrangements for them."

Zhou Fengshou often discusses matters with Liu Jia, and now he doesn't treat Liu Jia as an outsider.

In a brief statement, he expressed his concerns.

Liu Jia took a sip of water and then unleashed his trump card.

"Uncle Zhou, let's not talk about this for now. We have a new policy here, you know?"

"The household responsibility system has achieved fruitful results, and I believe it will soon be implemented here. At that time, every household will have it."

"Let's not talk about the future grain yield. With your and my aunt's physiques, what do you plan to do after the land is divided among your family?"

Liu Jia suddenly changed the subject.

Zhou Fengshou's expression also turned serious.

I had heard of the household responsibility system before.

Some time ago, the higher authorities even held a special meeting with the village chiefs about this policy.

The purpose of the meeting was to promote the success of the household contract responsibility system.

At the time, everyone predicted that the household responsibility system would definitely be popularized throughout the country.

However, Zhou Fengshou did not expect it to happen so quickly, just as Liu Jia had predicted.

"Who told you that?" A hint of doubt flashed in Zhou Fengshou's eyes.

Liu Jia smiled.

"Don't ask me that. Anyway, I know it won't take long. I predict that the policy will be released after the autumn harvest."

"If you ask me, why don't you just let Sister Juanzi and Zhao Xiaochao get married as soon as possible? Then you'll have a legitimate reason to use him as a son-in-law."

"It will also save Zhao Xiaochao from having to make three trips a day to your house, which would cause the villagers to gossip."

Originally, Liu Jia wanted to bring up the matter of the live-in son-in-law that Zhao Xiaochao had mentioned before.

But after hearing from Guo Jianjun that the policy might be rolled out to all villages ahead of schedule, Liu Jia suddenly changed his mind.

Combining these two things makes it incredibly persuasive!

Things turned out exactly as Liu Jia had predicted.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Fengshou fell silent, clearly pondering the two important matters Liu Jia had mentioned.

The eldest daughter will definitely stay at home.

Zhou Fengshou has already discussed this matter with Juanzi.

After observing Zhao Xiaochao for the past few days, Zhou Fengshou also developed a good impression of him.

Zhou Fengshou is not opposed to this future son-in-law.

When Zhou Fengshou put everything together, he found it funny.

There's nothing wrong with it, so why not let them get married sooner?

Liu Jia is right.

When they get married, Zhao Xiaochao will be like half a son to her, or even her whole son.

We're all family, so it's perfectly justifiable to use it.

Seeing that Zhou Fengshou's expression had softened, Liu Jia quickly seized the opportunity to press his advantage.

"Uncle Zhou, you should make a decision quickly, so that when the household responsibility system is implemented in the future, if you ask Sister Juanzi to marry Zhao Xiaochao, people will say you are a snob."

“I’ve been a snob for a long time. I’ve done my job properly and I’m not afraid of what others say about me.”

Liu Jia smiled deliberately, nodding in agreement with the implied harvest.

"That's not necessarily true. People will say you're short-sighted, only caring about what's useful and not what's not. That's not a nice thing to say, is it?"

"You brat, you always say things I don't want to hear!"

Zhou Fengshou suddenly stood up from his chair and, just like when he was a child, reached out and flicked Liu Jia's forehead.

"Look, you won't let me say it anymore. You're so old, you get angry as soon as I open my mouth!"

Liu Jia shouted as he ran outside.

Liu Yutian, standing under the big tree, gave a look.

This harvest is absolutely too good to be true!

He raised his son himself, and now it seems that the bond between them has surpassed that of father and son!

"Humph!"

Liu Yutian let out a cold snort without any attempt to hide it.

Then, he glanced sideways at Liu Jia.

"You're such a wimp! You're so old, yet you're still like a rabbit, so immature!"

Originally, Zhang Guilan and Liu Yutian were on the same side.

Upon suddenly hearing Liu Yutian mention his son, Zhang Guilan immediately retorted.

"What are you saying? How can you talk like that? How old is your son and you still say he's like a rabbit? How can you, as his father, insult him like that!"

"Look at them, look how well they're getting along. Am I his father or is Old Zhou his father?"

In his desperation, Liu Yutian made no attempt to hide his jealousy.

Zhang Guilan quickly patted her thigh with a palm-leaf fan.

"What are you saying, you old fool? Don't you know whose son Sanzi is?!"

After regaining his composure, Liu Yutian hurriedly apologized to Zhang Guilan.

I just wanted to vent my frustration, but I didn't expect to offend two people with just one sentence.

"Alright, alright, I was just saying that in anger. You actually took it seriously. If you said that Sanzi was Old Zhou's son, I wouldn't stand for it!"

"Mom and Dad, what are you saying? Is dinner ready yet? I'm exhausted after a whole day!"

Liu Yutian rolled his eyes.

"What are you tired of? You don't work in the fields, you don't earn work points, you drive a tractor all day long instead of riding a bicycle. You're doing so well, how can you say you're tired?"

Sensing something was off about Liu Yutian's words, Liu Jia then approached him with a grin.

"You can't say that. I've racked my brains over Juanzi and Zhao Xiaochao's matter. Look, even Uncle Zhou can't solve the problem, so he comes to ask me. How can I be proud of that?"

One sentence made Liu Yutian laugh.

"Guangcai, you've really made your father proud!"

At this moment, Zhou Fengshou also came out.

"Sanzi, let's do it your way. I think it's a good idea."