Rebirth in 1982 I Had an Enlightenment in the Mountains of Guizhou

When I woke up, I became 17-year-old Chen Shitou in the mountains of Guizhou in 1982. The prosperity of 2025 in my memory, compared with the leaky wooden house and the potatoes and sauerkraut in front of me, I was confused. There is no golden finger, no system, just a memory of the future that has not become outdated. People in the village said that Shitouwa was knocked silly and they were talking nonsense. Lin Nianwei, the only educated person in the east end of the village, would occasionally look at me with her eyes as calm as water. She has a bookish air that is incompatible with this mountain. I know that she will be the first person to return to the city and enter Beijing University in the future. But at this moment, her slender fingers were red from the cold, and she was still scrubbing the clothes and quilts that would never be finished. I don't want to be a prophet based solely on memory. I wonder, can I use this memory to change something? At least, it makes the bowl a little more oily. The first step was to convince the old stubborn dad who believed that "everything is inferior" to let me start a "side job". But the obstacles in the mountains come not only from poverty. When I set my sights on the fierce and capable Miao girl at the west end of the village, and the girl next door who always likes to follow behind me and timidly calls "Brother Shitou", I just discovered how difficult it is to live a decent life and protect the people you want to protect in the deep mountains where the spring breeze has not yet blown.