The first day of November, early morning, light fog.

One year ago, Fang Zhengguo, his father and his son, each carried a bucket to fetch water from the patio.

People who come to the patio to fetch water in the early morning line up next to the two-meter-square well.

Most of them were neighbors from the countryside, chatting with each other with a smile and saying hello.

The well is shallow, but there is never a shortage of water. It overflows and flows through a small ditch paved with cement to the reservoir next to it.

In the early years, people would come with washbasins, towels, toothbrushes, and mouthwash cups.

Fang Zhengguo put down the bucket, greeted everyone, and took the initiative to disperse cigarettes for everyone.

"Lao San, you have come back with a fortune, and your cigarettes have been replaced by gold and white sand."

"Who made the third brother give birth to a good son? You see, Fang Nian gets up early in the morning to carry water. My Habao can't afford to leave until ten o'clock when he is on vacation."

"..."

Fang Nian had a smile on his face. When an elder looked at him and spoke to him, he nodded cooperatively without saying much.

Watching Fang Zhengguo blowing smoke back and forth, Fang Nian had the urge to look up to the sky and laugh.

Many so-called monstrous events were not as important as this simple scene in front of Fang Nian.

One of the most common words I heard Lin Feng say about Fang Zhengguo in Fang Nian was——

“I can’t bear to smoke a cigarette!”

As long as you have a guest at home during the holidays or go out, this sentence will definitely come out.

Because in the following years, Fang Zhengguo gradually got into the habit of searching and was no longer willing to smoke out.

The current Founder is still in his prime, and has not experienced deeper pressure later on.

"It should be that Ms. Lin Feng has 'educated' me again in the past few days."

Fang Nian felt ‘pleased’.

This bit of reality made Fang Nian, who had occasionally missed the wonderful life in his previous life and floated in the air, feel rooted.

Fang Nian was not shy at all and directly gave the credit to himself.

...After carrying water home, Lin Feng was already preparing breakfast.

Rice noodles are rarely used as staple food when cooking at home. It’s not that I don’t like eating it, but it’s more troublesome than cooking.

The reason why some people in Xiangchu, or to be more specific, Tongfengtangli eat rice noodles three meals a day.

The reason is simple. When it comes to grabbing a bite outside, rice noodles are the easiest, cheapest and most affordable, and you don’t have to wait too long.

When the meal started at around seven o'clock, Lin Feng was the first to take the bowl and walk out of the room, leaning against the doorpost.

Seeing this, Fang Nian smiled knowingly, picked up the bowl and walked out.

Although it has already entered winter, most people in rural areas have already walked out of their homes and are busy everywhere.

"Third sister-in-law, what good food should we eat..."

"..."

Someone passed by and asked, and Lin Feng smiled and exchanged a few pleasantries.

Fang Nian on the side knew very well that Ms. Lin Feng was waiting for some willing targets to take the bait.

For example, that person is definitely coming. Even now, Fang Nian doesn’t know his name. He wouldn’t take the initiative to say hello to someone he meets on the street, but he should be called Auntie.

The regional attributes of rural areas are very interesting.

For example, a group of villagers will say hello no matter where they meet because they don't look up or down, and even if there is a festival, it will not affect the younger generations to say hello.

As for those in neighboring villages, if they do not share the same ancestral temple, the younger generations will not say hello when they meet their elders.

People who live in the same ancestral hall are called uncle, grandpa, or brother according to their seniority.

But this sense of belonging in the ancestral temple, etc., is completely inferior to that in the coastal areas of Guangfu...

...Sure enough, as Fang Nian expected, he hadn't even finished a bowl of rice when the middle-aged woman from Murakami walked over.

"Hey, Lin Feng is having lunch. Is your family back from their monthly holiday?"

Fang Nian smiled and nodded in agreement.

Leave the rest to Ms. Lin Feng: "Well, your second child is back from vacation, right?"

"..."

The two women had almost the same thoughts and exchanged words back and forth.

The middle-aged woman couldn't help it at first, and said with a smile: "I heard from my Er Ha Bao that the city organized the unified examination for senior high school students two days ago, and the top 500 students in liberal arts and science were also ranked."

"There are quite a few from No. 1 Middle School who are on the list."

Lin Feng sighed: "I also heard from Ha Bao, our Nian, that the No. 8 Middle School has even canceled its midterm exams."

"Is your second child on the list this time?"

The middle-aged woman hurriedly waved her hands and said with a modest look: "That won't work, my Erhabao can't study well."

"That's just a few points lower than the 500th place in science. The more I read this book, the more I come back to it!"

Lin Feng smiled and echoed: "Oh! Come on, your family will have to take the college entrance examination next year!"

"No, no," she said, but the middle-aged woman's face burst into laughter.

The second child in her family has always had better academic performance than the eldest child.

The eldest brother has two copies, and the second one has two copies. It’s a sight to behold!

Then he said with an unconcerned look: "Your Nian Habao should have made great progress in this exam, right?"

Lin Feng lowered his head and picked up the rice: "It's okay, that's it."

"It's true that No. 8 Middle School is not good. My second Habao only got a score of 520 or so in this exam, which is probably not as good as your Nianhabao." The middle-aged woman looked a little proud.

At this time, Fang Nian finished his meal at the right time and walked into the house while saying, "I've finished eating."

The middle-aged woman's eyes followed him as he looked into the house.

At first glance, I saw two newly posted certificates on the most conspicuous place on the wall of the living room.

Thanks to No. 8 Middle School's rush, the most important words on the certificate were written with a brush.

"Hey, No. 8 Middle School is still handing out certificates. How stingy? First place? Best Improvement Award?"

Lin Feng replied: "I don't know, Nian Habao got it back this time."

The middle-aged woman asked quickly: "Fang Nian got the first place in the eighth middle school this time and got a progress award. That's good. How many points did he get in the exam?"

"Not many, more than 560, which is equivalent to 300 in the city." Lin Feng said nonchalantly.

Middle-aged woman: "Ah, oh."

My mind is full of words about five hundred and sixty, three hundred, two words that are closely related to numbers.

"Your family Fang Nian can still read, he is a young child of Peking University and Tsinghua University!"

The middle-aged woman complimented him with a smile.

Lin Feng waved her hands and said firmly: "That's impossible!"

"It's impossible in this life!"

The middle-aged woman wanted to ask why, but she was completely defeated today, so she said perfunctorily: "Yeah."

"Yes, I can't control him. He's not focusing on studying, but writing books." Lin Feng said casually while grabbing the rice.

The middle-aged woman said "Ah": "Writing a book?"

"Oh, that's it, the novel, it's useless. Fang Nian, bring your book to me and let me have a look."

Lin Feng shouted.

Fang Nian took out the book.

"This Ha Bao doesn't know anything. He writes casually, and it's hard for a publisher to take notice of it." Lin Feng said modestly.

Middle-aged woman: "Oh."

As he flipped through the pages, he exclaimed: "This price is 30 yuan!"

After seeing the price, the middle-aged woman no longer cared about the book in her hand and hurriedly left with a few words of greeting.

This morning, the smile on Ms. Lin Feng's face never stopped.

This time is even more beautiful than last time, because——

There are real objects...

...After dinner, after tidying up a little, Fang Zhengguo followed Fang Nian to Tongfeng.

It was still past ten o'clock, and after getting off the car at the central square in Tongfeng, Fang Nian suggested: "How about going to Marriott to look at suits?"

"You want to wear it?" Fang Zhengguo was stunned.
To be continued...