Rebirth of a fishing village: starting from Hua Axiang in Jiehu Village

Chapter 1: Rebirth of a bastard after 20 years, turning around



The moon and stars are sparse.

Langtou Village was quiet, with one or two dogs barking from time to time.

In front of the village.

The sea is open.

Small pier.

There are about a dozen small fishing boats parked.

From time to time, there is a "crack" sound on the sea surface as the fish jumps up and crashes back into the water.

Next to the small pier is a beach. The sand is as white as snow, extending for one or two kilometers to the east. Then there are rocks one after another. The small ones are only fists, and the big ones are like hills more than ten meters high. Oyster shells as sharp as a knife and wet and slippery sea vegetables.

The waves crashed, the water splashed, the crashing and even rumbling sounds could be heard far away.

On the beach beside the reef, a man was lying on his stomach, half of his body soaked in the sea water.

Zhao Dahai sat up suddenly, feeling nausea rushing into his throat.

"Wow!"

Zhao Dahai knelt with his hands on the ground, first drank mouthfuls of sea water, then yellow bile water, and finally retched until he was in the dark. He didn't know how long it took before he stopped.

The night sky is high and far away.

Rebirth?

Are you reborn?

Zhao Dahai lay on the cold beach, his eyes wide open, his chest heaving violently, breathing heavily, and tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. At this time, he had just celebrated his eighteenth birthday. Two years ago, on the day of my sixteenth birthday, my parents went out to sea for fishing. They were suddenly caught in a strong wind. No one was alive or dead, and no corpses were seen. They encountered great changes and lacked discipline. They stole, fought, drank, and became an old bastard. At night A man drank two kilograms of bad wine mixed with water, ran to the beach, climbed up the rocks, stepped on the air and fell into the sea. He drank a lot of sea water and thought he was dead. Unexpectedly, he opened his eyes again and returned to the sea. Eighteen years old.

God, is this blind?

Why not be reborn two years earlier? Only in this way can parents go fishing at sea and change their fate.

What does this mean now?

Is this about suffering again?

Another life for the bastard?

Marry Bai Fumei and reach the pinnacle of life?

How could a gangster from a fishing village have such ability?

What's the point of living this kind of life again?

Just die!

Zhao Dahai got up and rushed towards the reef. Rebirth?

I don’t care!

I decide my fate. I think no one can stop me.

Zhao Dahai gritted his teeth and used his hands and feet to climb up to the highest rock. Just as he was about to stand up and jump down, he suddenly saw two tiled houses with lights on at the highest point in the east end of the village, as if struck by lightning.

"Oh my God!"

"I'd rather die!?"

"How could I have such thoughts!?"

"It's better to die than to live!"

"I'm not human!"

"You idiot can still burn some paper and pour two glasses of wine for me every year!"

"If I die, it will be over and I will be happy!"

"Who is going to give grandma her old age?"

Zhao Dahai slapped himself crazily. His past and past experiences came to his mind, and he burst into tears. He didn't know how long it took before he stumbled towards the village.

The east end of the village.

There are two tile-roofed houses, one large and one small.

Zhao Dahai took a deep breath. The courtyard door was unlocked and opened as soon as he pushed it. He walked in. A familiar and yet unfamiliar feeling came over me. This is the place where I grew up, and I am very familiar with every inch of it. Looking at the main room, the door is open, a kerosene lamp is placed on the table, and an old lady with gray hair and wrinkled face is sitting on a low stool next to her, with a Zhang Zhang in front of her. The fishing net was torn, and he was sewing and mending it with the net shuttle in his hand.

Zhao Dahai had a sore nose. Two years ago, after her parents left, she was a lazy bastard. Grandma Zhong Cuihua, who was over 70 years old, made some money by weaving fishing nets to support the family.

Zhao Dahai was frightened for a while. It was the most painful thing in the world for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person. Grandma had already experienced it once. She really jumped off the rock. If it happened again, grandma would definitely not be able to bear it.

Zhao Dahai took several deep breaths, calmed down his emotions, and strode into the house.

"grandmother!"

"What time is it!"

"Stop weaving webs!"

"Go to sleep!"

Zhao Dahai walked up to Zhong Cuihua.

"ah?"

"When did you come back?"

Zhong Cuihua raised her head and used the net shuttle in her hand to smooth her hair.

"Just came back!"

"Let's go!"

"sleep!"

Zhao Dahai knew that his grandma was a little deaf because of her age, so he didn't hear her when he opened the door and entered the yard.

"Why!"

"What do you sleep on?"

"This fishing net needs to be mended. Someone will come to pick it up tomorrow!"

Zhong Cuihua shook her head.

“I’ll just mend this fishing net!”

"go to sleep!"

Zhao Dahai pulled Zhong Cuihua to stand up as he spoke.

"What do you kid do?"

"I'm not tired at all. I'm older. I don't sleep much. I finish my work before going to bed."

Zhong Cuihua didn't want to go to bed.

Zhao Dahai sent Zhong Cuihua back to the house with half coaxing and half pulling. Just after lying down for a while, a small snore sounded.

Not tired?

Do you sleep less as you get older?

How can this be?

People who are not tired, old people and people who sleep less can fall asleep and snore just by lying down?

Zhao Dahai pulled the quilt, turned around and went back to the main room, sat down, picked up the net shuttle to mend the fishing nets, it was a bit rusty at first, and he hadn’t done this job for decades, but this is something that children who grew up in fishing villages, regardless of gender, can do. The skills became more and more proficient in about ten minutes. With fingers flying, the holes in the fishing net disappeared one by one.

A hint of fish belly white appears on the horizon.

The roosters in the village stretched their necks and shouted louder than the others.

Zhao Dahai rubbed his sore eyes and looked at the old pendulum clock hanging on the wall. It had only lasted about two hours and he was so tired. He really didn't know how the seventy-year-old grandma had managed to survive the past two years.

Zhao Dahai arranged the fishing net, tied the rope, and put it aside for someone to pick it up later. Go into the kitchen, put the rice on the fire and cook the porridge, then open the lid and let it cool.

It's getting brighter and brighter.

Sun rise.

Zhao Dahai left the kitchen and stood in the yard. It was not big, about one hundred square meters, with a cement floor. The wind was strong at the seaside, and a thick layer of sand accumulated. He looked up at the roof and saw a lot of grass growing in the corners. A one-meter-high banyan tree stands out in the place. When you walk into the main room, you will see all kinds of things piled up in a mess. The dust is half an inch thick. There are several holes in the roof, leaking light. It will definitely leak when it rains.

Zhao Dahai smiled bitterly, it was all his fault. The 18-year-old guy doesn't work all day long, and the grandma is over 70 years old. She has to sew fishing nets every day to earn money for food. She has no time to clean up the house, let alone the leaking roof. She can't climb up and has no money. If you invite someone, you can only eat it cold.

Zhao Dahai heard a sound in the back room and walked in quickly. After a while, he helped Zhong Cuihua out of the yard.

"grandmother."

"Drink some porridge."

"I'll clean up the house later."

Zhao Dahai set up chairs and stools, cooked and cooled the porridge, put it in a bowl, and placed it in front of Zhong Cuihua. He drank the bowl of porridge and started working. Clean out the unused old things and garbage in the main room and kitchen, and place the remaining things neatly. Wipe the dust on the tables, chairs, cabinets, and windows. After tidying up the house, start cleaning the yard. Pick up the shovel and shovel all the sand. Let's go, sweep it up with a broom. Set up a ladder, climb up to the roof, remove the growing weeds, cut the banyan tree between the bricks in the corner in two, carefully remove the fine roots, and stack the old tiles left over from the time of building the house in the leaky areas. Finally, he carried bucket after bucket of water and washed the floors of the house and yard vigorously.

Zhong Cuihua sat on a low stool, watching Zhao Dahai busy, wiping tears constantly.

Zhao Dahai didn't say anything. Grandma has been very tired in the past two years. The key is that she is not sensible and has been heartbroken. Now that she has become sensible, she can't control herself. She is happy and doesn't need to worry about it.

evening.

The sun sets.

In front of the yard.

There is a mountain of garbage piled up.

Zhao Dahai struck a match and lit it. The sea breeze blew by, and a puff of green smoke rose up and started to burn.

"father!"

"mother!"

"I won't mess around anymore!"

"Make money and live a good life."

"Let grandma live a comfortable life for a few days."

Die after rebirth?

Or continue to eat and wait to die?

There would be no such thought or such a thing.

Grandma lost her son in old age and suffered a lot. As a man, she had to support the whole family so that she could enjoy a few years of happiness.

Get a wife and have children.

Live your life well.

This is what parents want to see most.

Zhao Dahai looked at the red fire and swore secretly.


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