Rebirth to 90s: Start from Scratch

Chapter 1 Shigeo Tsujijo

In 1990, Zhangjiaping, TJ County, Shaoqing City, Xiaoxiang Province.

The pale-faced Zhang Qianxiu was sitting in the courtyard. Although he was only sixteen years old, his dark eyes contained deepness and sadness that were inconsistent with those of his age.

Behind him is a heavily sloping adobe house, supported by a few thick pine woods, which seems to be crumbling, and seems to collapse at any time.

At the gate of the adobe house, there was a woman in her early twenties squatting, sobbing softly, she was Zhang Qianxiu’s sister Zhang Lanmei.

There are several patches on Zhang Lanmei’s yellow-washed white floral shirt, a pair of cyan Xingliang trousers have been washed white, and on her bare feet, there are sticky mud from working on the ground, and her skinny cheeks. She worked hard, was tanned by the sun, and wore two braids. Because there was no shampoo, her hair looked a little greasy.

Zhang Qianxiu’s name was given by his father at the expense of his husband; the daughter is not as “precious” as the son, so you can figure it out by yourself, with a good meaning.

My father named my sister “Lanmei”, but when everyone named her by fancy names, he followed the trend. Following the trend, there will never be too much difference. In fact, he doesn’t know the beautiful meaning of orchids and plum blossoms.

Zhang Lanmei is really like the word “mei” in her name. Even though Pear Flower is crying now, she is still struggling with her parents stubbornly: “Dad, if I don’t marry, then Han Changsheng is a fool.”

Father Zhang Aibing “has ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha” smoking the old man’s cigarette, and slapped the table: “Will you marry or not? Your brother still has to go to school, and the family has no money. The grain has to pay agricultural taxes and cannot be sold. Your brother studies?”

Zhang Lanmei wiped her tears and said stubbornly: “I go out to work and read to my brother.”

Zhang Aibing said angrily: “You just listen to the nonsense of those people, you really think that going to work outside is just picking up money? Besides, the fare for going out costs more than 100. Where can I get so much spare money at home?”

Zhang Lanmei didn’t say anything, she just shed tears!

Nowadays, there is no source of income in rural areas.

The family fell on that one-third of the acre of land and paid the agricultural tax, which may not be enough for the family’s one-year ration; raise two pigs and sell them for a few hundred yuan, remove the piglet’s money, and the rest will be used for daily expenses. Where’s the spare money.

Zhang Qianxiu leaned on the chair and stood up, and said weakly, “Dad, I don’t read it anymore, and I don’t agree with my sister marrying Han Changsheng.”

After Zhang Qianxiu finished the high school entrance examination, he suddenly fell ill, causing his poor family to bear a few hundred yuan in debt.

And this serious illness gave Zhang Qianxiu the memory of the future, or the soul of the future occupying his current body.

In Zhang Qianxiu’s memory, her sister resisted, but in the end she didn’t hold back her father. She married Han Changsheng for the 800 yuan gift.

After her elder sister married under pressure, Han Changsheng often committed domestic violence. Zhang Qianxiu kept persuading her to divorce, but his father disagreed.

Until 2003, her sister was beaten by Han Chang to vomit blood and her leg was broken. She stayed in the hospital for a few months, and finally suffered from a lame problem.

Zhang Qianxiu took Han Changsheng to court in a rage, and his sister had ended this unfortunate marriage.

“What are you talking about?” Zhang Aibing said angrily: “What do you do if you don’t study? Our family expects you to be a little better in the future, and your mother and I are also expecting you to let us enjoy two days of good fortune!”

Zhang Qianxiu was actually quite annoyed with his father in his heart, but his father was very good to him, living frugally for him to study, only on the issue of his sister, Zhang Qianxiu had great opinions in his heart.

Looking at his furious father, Zhang Qianxiu walked to the door and held the earth wall with his hand: “Dad, my sister is your daughter.”

“What’s the use of a daughter? Isn’t it raised by someone else?” Zhang Aibing “outspoken” what was in his heart.

The mother was silent on the side, holding her head to the sole of the shoe.

When my sister heard this, her tears flowed more intensely, her hands trembling slightly, she bit her lower lip tightly, and her lower lip was bitten and turned white.

Zhang Qianxiu thought of his daughter, frowned slightly, and said firmly: “Dad, as long as I am not dead, she will decide the marriage of my sister, and no one will be the master of her.”

“It’s against you? Who is in charge of this family?” Zhang Aibing stood up suddenly with anger.

Mother Hu Jin’e quickly put down her work and held her father: “Xiao Xiu has not recovered from his illness. Why are you angry with him?”

Zhang Aibing glared at his son, then sat down again, hating iron and steel, and said: “He doesn’t know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, and he asked his sister to marry him. Isn’t it to read him?”

Zhang Qianxiu really couldn’t accept his father’s attitude of treating his sister as “goods”: “Dad, you are selling your daughter, do you know?”

“What’s wrong with me just selling my daughter?” Zhang Aibing saw his son talk back and became angry again: “You are all supported by me, so I can do whatever I say.”

Zhang Lanmei gently pulled Zhang Qianxiu: “Brother, forget it, I… I… marry!”

Zhang Lanmei was heartbroken by her father’s words. She can no longer feel the warmth of home in this home. Since there is no home, where and who lives, what is the difference?

“Don’t marry!” Zhang Qianxiu’s weak body suffocated, and roared out: “It’s useless if I come, the king of heaven.”