Small Village

Name: Small Village
Author: Yang Yuguang

by Yang Yuguang

completed Realistic Fiction Slice of Life Male Lead

Length:

350Kwords76chapters

Latest:

Ch. 76 — “胎孩子”

Activity:

Updated 4y agoScraped 20d ago

91Favorites

0QD Score

About This Novel

The mountain village where I was born, the land where I was born and raised, I left when I grew up. The mountains, waters, and people in the mountains and rivers will always be unforgettable. Try to write a little bit, and one day, open it for yourself to reflect on. As I write and read, I am moved. I grew up eating these New Year's pig sticky bean buns, soybean curd and sorghum rice, flatbread pancakes with soybean paste, potatoes, radish and cabbage. I have experienced droughts and floods, dam terraces, processing plant orchards, tree and grass planting, small and large teams, Spring Festival couplets and New Year tea, and barefoot doctors. Talking to friends about my story, many people said they seemed to have experienced it. In rural areas at the same time, there are many similar people and things. This kind of feeling can become a chapter as long as you are willing to recall it carefully. People go to school and work, do business to get parallel imports, dig coal and medicinal materials, the methods are different, and people are all working hard. A household with food, land, a house, a wife, and a banknote worth 10,000 yuan is what the villagers have always longed for. The country has always thought of farmers by sending sheep and trees, building water conservancy facilities, agricultural technicians in libraries, flower greenhouses, fish scale pits, land contracts, money to build houses, and minimum living allowances and pensions. The country has been working hard to alleviate poverty and eliminate poverty through asphalt roads, hardened ground, and optical fiber. My classmates in elementary school went to Shenyang, Jinzhou, Chaoyang, and the South. It didn't seem like a sad thing to leave their hometown. Most of the people I have known in my life are from mountain villages. My relatives left me one by one, sad and helpless. The mountain is still the same mountain, but the water is no longer plentiful. Townships and villages merge into schools, and I feel heartbroken and helpless. What you can't go back to is your hometown. When I recall my hometown, I recall the people in my hometown the most, and the smoke-like past events.