2010, autumn.
The freshman military training has just finished.
Feng Yan lies on the lawn with a weed in his mouth and looks at the floating white clouds in the air.
A trance went through my mind.
He was reborn and returned from 2020.
It took him five days to accept the fact.
In 2020, he was 28 years old, and in 2010, he was 18 years old. He has just become what others call "college student".
The rest of my life was down and out, and career love was far away. What about now?
I don't know anything else, but love seems to be far away.
The year 2010 is a beautiful era. Mobile payment has not become a common practice. The sharing economy is still unknown. Online shopping users have registered more than 200 million, and there is a chat tool for everyone.
What makes most money?
Science, technology and culture.
What's the quick money?
Feng Yan thought for five days, pondered for five days, and finally came to two words - dream.
Two years have passed since the bleakness of 2008. Although it is prosperous everywhere, Feng Yan knows that the medicine market is still bleak in winter.
But "winter has come, can spring be far behind?"
Feng Yan really wants to take a chance.
According to previous life memory.
In 2008 and 2009, Dangshen, a traditional Chinese medicine, experienced the largest winter in history, and its price plummeted. It slowly began to recover until the first half of 2010.
Now it is September 24, 2010. In a month or two, the price of Dangshen will also reach the highest value in recent years, 260 yuan/kg.
Feng Yan feels that this is an opportunity. He just doesn't know whether he can participate.
So far, I immediately got up.
"Why are you going?" asked Zhang Xunfan, his roommate.
"If you lose your ID card, go home and get it reissued."
"Report.
"Come in."
"What's the matter?" Li Xuemei looked up and asked.
"I lost my ID card. I'm going to ask for a few days' leave to apply for it."
"Isn't the National Day holiday coming soon?"
"When we have a holiday, people will have a holiday."
"Yes, too." Li Xuemei thought a little. "Well, leave the form there, fill it out and give it to the monitor. Be careful when you go back."
Feng Yan nodded.
Li Xuemei is an old lady in her fifties. She is especially responsible. She comes to class more times a day than Feng Yan.
Feng Yan once suspected that he was going to a fake university. As the saying goes, the head teacher of a university is a rare species, and only a few times can be seen in a year.
But what about Feng Yan? I can't count the times I see in a day.
After Li Xuemei signed, Feng Yan directly threw the leave request to the monitor.
Go out of school and go straight to the medicine trading market.
Xuanmian is still the same Xuanmian, with high-rise buildings and overpasses connected to the sky. It hasn't changed much in ten years, but it is said that a new area will be built, but it has finally become a ghost town.
If you have money, you can stock up some land for expropriation.
Now, hehe, forget it.
After touching the 200 yuan in the pocket, let alone the land, even the cemetery can't afford it.
An hour later, Fengyan appeared in Xuanmian Medicinal Materials Trading Market.
Although Dangshen has recovered somewhat, the price is still not high. Maybe large households and hoarders know that the price will rise, but retail investors and farmers should go to bed.
This is the opportunity for Feng Yan.
Find a large family to negotiate a good price, and then go home to buy Dangshen.
Although the Xuanmian family has already started to prepare, their small remote county is still sleeping!
In the previous generation, he had heard that farmers would chop up Codonopsis pilosula and feed it to pigs before "spring".
When Feng Yan entered the exchange, he didn't ask in a hurry, but looked left and right.
The originally bustling market is now a little bleak.
"Little brother, you should have a look."
A man came to ask, and at the same time, he did not forget to hand a cigarette to Feng Yan.
In fact, these people are the so-called second street vendors, who specialize in eating small businesses and then hand them over to their families.
Feng Yan shook his head, "No, what's the price of Dangshen recently?"
"Well, what else can we do? It's a recession."
"Hey hey." Feng Yan smiled quietly. If it was true, why did he come here.
"It seems that my little brother is also a sincere person. Let me give you 10%."
Feng Yan still smiled "hey hey", "let's call you home! You can't eat."
"Oh, there's something that my Ma Laowu can't eat. It's not my Ma Laowu who talks big. He doesn't frown when he eats three or five hundred kilograms."
"What if it's three or five tons?" Feng Yan chuckled.
"What? Three or five tons!" Ma Laowu was not calm in an instant, and even his voice increased by two decibels.
In the past two years, the cold winter has been bleak. In addition to the downturn of growers and the serious shortage of precipitation, the output of Codonopsis pilosula has continued to soar.
Three or five tons really weigh a bit.
"So let you come home and talk!" Feng Yan smiled.
"OK, just a moment."
Unexpectedly, even the address has changed a lot of respect.
About half an hour later, a middle-aged man with a big belly came down from the big run.
"Lao Wu, who is it? It's three or five tons."
Wu Tao, the youngest brother, is the third, so he is called the third brother. He worked on projects for a period of time in the early years, and he is also a bit petty bourgeois.
Now, hey hey, you can play whatever you want.
"Third brother, it's him." Ma Laowu replied pointing to Feng Yan.
"What's your little brother?"
Wu Tao thought for a moment, but there was no trace.
Generally speaking, it is not an ordinary person to hoard three or five tons. If he had not heard about it, he would not dare to be so radical.
"Hey hey, it's just a small business, just to earn some pocket money."
Wu Tao smiled, obviously not believing in wind and spreading lies.
"I can give you the number of three or five tons." Wu Tao stretched out two fingers.
"Two hundred?"
Wu Tao nodded, "Yes, two hundred, but the quality must be better."
"This is natural." Feng Yan nodded back.
Then they exchanged their mobile phone numbers and agreed to pay for delivery here three days later.
Feng Yan's face brightened. He finally took the first step out, and the rest was to go home and have a look.
Since graduation from college, the number of times to go home every year is gradually rare, and finally even the phone has become extravagant.
I'm just going back to see the old couple.
Junxian County is only two hundred kilometers away from Xuanmian, two hours by train and three hours by car.
At six o'clock in the evening, Feng Yan came home.
The old low red brick bungalow is playing the 87 version of the Legend of the Carving Hero on TV.
"Didn't school just start? Why are you here?"
"I missed you, didn't I?" Feng Yan said and ran into Chao Yaling's arms.
Chao Yaling, a typical rural woman, did not go to school for several years, so she placed all her hopes on Feng Yan.
Where is Feng Yan? worse off than some, better off than many. It is the "own child" who is always at ease.
"Is there no money?" Chao Yaling asked.
Money is not everything, but without money is absolutely impossible. Chao Yaling did a better job in this regard. Since college, Feng Yan has never been confused about living expenses.
"Well, why are you here? Haven't you had a holiday yet?" About ten minutes later, Feng Jianlin came back on his motorcycle.
"What are you talking about? My son can't come back if he is homesick."
Chao Yaling looks at her angrily.
Feng Yan can only smile.
Despite Feng Jianlin's high school diploma, Chao Yaling has nothing to offer. After more than ten years of struggle and loss, even private money has now been handed in.
"What do you want to eat? Mom will make it for you."
"Anything is fine, as long as Mom makes it delicious."
Chao Yaling goes into the kitchen with pride, while Feng Jianlin looks surprised.
When did my son change his mind? He used to dislike the dark cooking of his old mother. How about this
To say that Chao Yaling's talent in cooking is not limited, large plate chicken, chicken is chicken, potato is potato, and even chicken is not cooked yet.
Sure enough, about half an hour or so, she brought Yaling her "big dish chicken".
Although it is not very delicious, Feng Yan is very satisfied.
Years later, he learned that the most delicious food in the world is the taste of relatives.
He didn't taste it well in the last life. How can he live up to it in this life.
"Come on, eat more."
"Thank you, Mom. You should eat more, too."
Feng Yan took a piece of meat to the lady and looked at the slightly protruding abdomen.
If you remember well, Feng Siqi will be added to the Feng Family this time next year.
"Mom and Dad, please sit down. I'll wash the pot today."
After dinner, Feng Yan took the initiative to wash the pot.
"Oh, my son has grown up and knows to wash the pot on his own initiative." Chao Yaling quipped.
Feng's family had a fairly good life. It was not enough, but more than enough. Feng Yan would not enter the kitchen naturally. He thought it was lucky, but later he knew it was unfortunate.
In the last life, Feng Yan, a college graduate, went to the remote areas of northwest China to volunteer for teaching in order to "love". Even eating became a problem. He had to eat noodles for two weeks, and then resolutely picked up pots and pans.
Feng Jianlin stared at Feng Yan, who had just come out of the kitchen. "Go and see your grandma tomorrow."
"Got it." Feng Yan nodded.
Even if he didn't say so, he would also like to see how the two or three tons of party members could be landed.
