The sun was just right in the afternoon and the climate began to warm up. Song Xingchen and Song Xiaojun had enough sleep, shouted the people and prepared to go to the back mountain together.

She fell in love with the mountain and wanted to contract it down.

On the one hand, it is not far from the village or near. Standing on the top of the mountain, you can overlook the surrounding villages. On the other hand, it is also because the environment here is good. Although it is an inland area, the water source is still abundant. There is a river about 17 or 18 meters wide on the back of the mountain. There is no bottom in the deep area, and smooth pebbles and swimming fish can be seen in shallow areas. There is also a lush forest opposite the river.

Because the surrounding villages are far away from this mountain, all of this place are from Xiahe Village.

The current annual cost of mountain land is five yuan per acre, and the annual contract fee is six thousand yuan. The maximum contract period for mountain land is seventy years, which is 420,000 yuan.

In this era, ten thousand households were already rich. At least in the entire county town, ten thousand households were still rare, and they could count them with ten fingers. However, in those first-tier cities, ten thousand households were not many.

At this level, almost everyone has a big brother, and they are all equipped with TV, refrigerator, washing machine, etc.

Now it is 1986, and private cars are beginning to sprout. There are not many private cars in big cities, but you can also see them on the streets. Unlike the small county towns here, not to mention cars, there are not many bicycles, and motorcycles are also a big configuration.

Let’s talk about Xiahe Village. There are only two black and white TVs in the entire village, one of which is at Aunt Xinghua’s house.

It is also because there is a TV at home that many villagers have to flatter Aunt Xinghua in order to watch TV series.

Every night, Song Xiaohua would take her nephew to Xinghua's house to watch TV.

That is, after Song Xingchen replaced him, he no longer had any interest in TV.

Are TV series from this era not good?

It’s really not. TV series are scarce nowadays, and almost every one can cause ratings that future generations cannot look up to. The high ones can reach 90% of the ratings, and the low ones can also reach 60% or 70%, which is even more common.

Nothing else, there are too few resources for TV dramas now, so they are in the hands of several state-owned TV and film companies.

These limited series can produce several dramas a year. Even if they line up to play, a drama may have to be broadcast ten or twenty times a day at different times.

Song Xiaojun carried a basket in one hand and a small shovel in the other, obediently following his aunt. The two of them came to the foot of the mountain and walked up the path of a sheep intestine.

Almost all the wild vegetables at the foot of the mountain were dug up. Even if they were not dug up, they were still walking back and forth by some villagers, or they were trampled and eaten by cattle, sheep and livestock. There were no few complete ones. Even if there were complete ones, they might be under a pile of cattle, sheep manure. Not to mention Song Xingchen, even some ordinary people in the village would not be dug up.

"Aunt, I'll pull you." Seeing that Song Xingchen had difficulty moving with one leg, Song Xiaojun ran to the front in three or two steps and reached out to her.

Song Xingchen did not refuse, and held Xiao Douding's hand and was taken to climb halfway up the mountain.

The mountain road is a bit wet and the pits are bumpy and uneven. For people with healthy legs, they have to pay attention. Moreover, Song Xingchen's current situation is no wonder Xiao Douding is worried.

In front, two little girls came down the mountain and came towards her. Song Xingchen did not have the complete memory of Song Xiaohua, but he also knew one of them, Zhang Maolin's granddaughter Zhang Jiajia.

The Zhang family is not the village chief’s home in the village now, and Zhang Maolin made a principled mistake and was sentenced to death. The former village chief’s family’s reputation in the village has dropped sharply.

As Zhang Maolin's favorite granddaughter, Zhang Jiajia thought she was domineering and ruthless in the village. Because of Song Xiaohua's outstanding appearance, she was actually isolated by Zhang Jiajia and other girls of the same age in the village.

Now that Zhang Jiajia saw Song Xingchen, she was extremely jealous when she met her enemies. If Song Xingchen had not had a reputation now, she would have to pounce on her and tear her face.

When the two people passed by, Zhang Jiajia's voice filled with hatred.

"Broom Star!"

Song Xiaojun turned his head to look at Zhang Jiajia, but Song Xingchen turned his head back.

"Aunt!" Song Xiaojun looked at her. Zhang Jiajia was scolding her aunt just now, but her aunt wasn't angry?

Song Xingchen lowered his head and smiled, "The last stubborn dog is just the last stubbornness, don't care."

"Oh!" Song Xiaojun nodded and did not look back.

Zhang Jiajia was so angry that she turned her head and stared at Song Xingchen with her angry eyes, "What are you saying? You bitch, really think you are so great? You are just a torn shoes now, a torn shoes that have been ruined by the Zhang family."

"Don't talk nonsense, my aunt is a good person." Song Xiaojun turned his head and looked at Zhang Jiajia angrily, "You are not allowed to say that to my aunt."

"Bah, a good person? My grandfather was killed by your aunt. She is a bad person. Is your aunt a murderer or is it a torn shoe that the Zhang family doesn't want? Our slut in Xiahe Village..."

Perhaps it was because of the strength of screaming, and the path under her feet was slippery all year round. Under the excitement, Zhang Jiajia did not maintain her balance. She slid down half an inch with one foot, and then she lost her self-control and screamed and leaned backward.

The little girl in the same village who was with her was not careful, and Zhang Jiajia grabbed her arm. In a panic, the two of them rolled away as they thought of rolling under the mountain.

"..." Song Xiaojun looked at everything in front of him and was stunned, "Aunt, this..."

Song Xingchen's beautiful lips were raised and his eyes were gently raised, "So, people cannot do bad things, otherwise they will be retribution. They are living examples. You can't do this in the future without distinguishing between right and wrong, do you know?"

"Well, I'll listen to my aunt, why don't we go and save them?" Song Xiaojun asked stupidly.

"How to save?" Song Xingchen looked at the foot of the mountain. Their standing position was at the foot of the mountain. Even if the two of them rolled down, they would at most have torn apart and would not be in danger of their lives. Besides, there are still people at the foot of the mountain now, so they would naturally not stand by and watch after seeing it.

Even if there is no one, you can still carry your feet home by patting the soil on your body.

"You are a child, and one leg is inconvenient, so we don't need to save her." She is not the Virgin, so what can I save?

It is May now, and the mountain is covered with grass. Even if it rolls down, it is not harmful. If you are full, you will feel uncomfortable.

"It's just the grass on both sides that has been crushed, which is a pity."

Song Xiaojun: “…”

What did he hear just now?

Zhang Jiajia and the other two screamed and rolled to the foot of the mountain, finally stopped easily, and were almost scared to death, and almost burst into breath.
Chapter completed!