Travel back to the 80s to farm

One day in June, the weather was getting hotter, and Shen Jing went to the field where she graduated as usual. These were the results of her hard work for half a year, and they were about to mature. Her graduation thesis would be handed in soon, and Shen Jing suddenly felt relaxed, and a smile appeared on her tanned face.

"Such good wheat can definitely produce a lot of flour!" At this time, there was a burst of laughter from an old lady. Shen Jing thought to himself, "Oh no, my thesis!!!" So, Shen Jing ran over, "It's over, it's over, my graduation thesis!!"

I saw several fully armed aunties - wearing sun hats, sunglasses, black masks, and black gloves, pulling golden ears of wheat, so happy! Three or five of them were trying hard to put them into a black bag! "It's true that things in the countryside are good. Look at these big ears of wheat. I'll go back and make steamed buns for the old man. Hahaha..."

"Stop it!!!" Shen Jing shouted anxiously, "That's my wheat field!!! Don't ruin the fruits of my labor!!!"

"What do you mean your wheat field? Your name is not written here! It's all public property. We ordinary people can take anything we see!" One of the more burly middle-aged ladies sneered.

Shen Jing took two steps at a time: "This is the result of my hard work for half a year. This is the document for my experimental field!"

After saying that, Shen Jing stretched out his arms to protect the wheat field behind him! Unexpectedly, a club hit him from behind and Shen Jing fainted...

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Jing woke up slowly, with a headache! She rubbed her head with her hand, "Which old bastard hit me so hard? It hurts so much!" Shen Jing grimaced in pain.

Looking around, Shen Jing found that it was pitch black all around, with only a small window on the wall opposite the bed, which let in a little light! "Where is this?" Shen Jing wondered.

Hearing the noise, Teacher Zhang on the small bed next door quickly got up, fumbled for a while and finally found the matchbox. With a "sizzle", the matches lit up, and he quickly lit the kerosene lamp on the bedside!

"My daughter, you're awake!" Teacher Zhang said with concern, "My daughter, you've been in a coma for several days. You must be hungry. I'll go to the kitchen to get some food!" As he said that, Teacher Zhang held the base of the kerosene lamp in one hand, protected the flame with the other hand and walked out.

He came back after a long time. "My daughter, eat it while it's hot! During the days when you were in a coma, I left a bowl of rice in the pot every night, just waiting for you to wake up and have a meal!" Teacher Zhang said steadily and unhurriedly.

"My daughter, there are a lot of educated youth going to the countryside. If you have any questions, just jump off the bus! It's so scary!!!" Teacher Zhang said with concern while handing all the dishes and chopsticks to Shen Jing.

"Going to the countryside? Educated youth? Jumping out of a car? Am I that strong?" Shen Jing was stunned. "Did I travel through time? Or did I travel through time to become an educated youth?"

"Eat quickly. Just make do with it for tonight! I'll cook a dish for you tomorrow!" Teacher Zhang urged.

"Thank you, Auntie!" Shen Jing felt warm in her heart. Even if she had thousands of doubts, nothing was more important to her than eating rice. Perhaps because she had been hungry for a few days, Shen Jing finished the bowl of sweet potato rice that had changed color after it had cooled and then heated up.

"Girl, go to bed! I have to go to work tomorrow." Teacher Zhang took off his coat and lay down.

Shen Jing lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. In the past, Shen Jing was either busy working in the fields or on the way to ask the teacher how to increase production. She had never gone to bed so early as now. She stared at the small window opposite with a faint light coming through it.

"The owner of this body doesn't seem to have any memories left. Do I just have to make up a story about my identity? That's not good. I, Shen Jing, am a good young man. How could I do such a thing? Never mind. I can only deal with it as it happens! When the time comes, I will say that I fell on my head and can't remember the past. I have lost my memory, that's all..."

The next day, just after dawn, Teacher Zhang had already washed up and went to work...

After an unknown amount of time, a beam of sunlight shone through the window on the wall. Shen Jing slowly opened his eyes and looked around. In addition to two old low beds, there was a broken wooden box at the head of the bed, covered with an old newspaper, and the wall was also uneven rammed earth. Recalling everything that happened last night, Shen Jing was a little nervous: "I really traveled through time!"

At this time, Teacher Zhang came back from outside: "Girl, are you awake?"

"Wake up, Auntie!" Shen Jing responded towards the door.

"My daughter, don't call me auntie. We don't call people that in the countryside. I'm an elementary school teacher. Just call me Teacher Zhang!

Are you hungry? I have to go to work today, and I left some food for you, so you can eat first!" Teacher Zhang said as he took out half a white flour bun, two corn buns, and a small bowl of cabbage vermicelli from his arms.

Shen Jing took the steamed bun from Teacher Zhang and asked in confusion: "Teacher Zhang, where is this? What time is it now? Are you alone at home?"

"Silly girl, this is my home! Everyone else is working in the fields. The school is on holiday for the busy farming season, and both adults and children are working in the fields!

I have been taking care of you since I lifted you back from the ditch that day. I heard that you jumped under the car without caring about anything! It was so scary! My daughter, there is an old saying that goes, "If you are here, make the best of it." Since you have been sent to our countryside, just relax. Although our place is not as good as the city, we grow our own food..."

Teacher Zhang stroked Shen Jing's forehead and continued, "We are not like the city. We don't have electricity yet. People with better lives use kerosene lamps or candles. People with poor lives go to bed as soon as it gets dark. They don't think about anything and just fall asleep!"

"Girl, I've been talking for a long time, but I still don't know what your name is?" Teacher Zhang asked with concern.

"Shen Jing! My name is Shen Jing!"