When the bad guy is reborn in 60s

Whenever Lin Qiuxia wants to do "big things", she has to be restricted by the environment. This is okay, but the most important thing is that she is restricted by her age.

After all, a little kid with short legs can't walk very far or fast. Even if he can find a chance to run outside, he can't do anything. After all, a kid of several years old, how can anyone believe you? Besides, Whatever you want to do is very risky for adults, let alone children. Any adult can knock you down with one punch.

Therefore, Lin Qiuxia often sighed silently, feeling that time passed so slowly. She counted on her fingers day by day, hoping that she could reach 16 years old early, graduate early and find a job. Of course, the most important thing is to be like the billions of reborn time-travelers. , waiting for the opportunity to resume the college entrance examination at the end of 1977.

Just when Lin Qiuxia lamented how slowly time passed from time to time, she suddenly realized that it was already the annual autumn harvest time.

Looking back, time passes like a snail, slowly, but looking back, time passes like a rolling torrent.

Lin Qiuxia felt that the previous move was still like yesterday. Every time she saw the newly erected roof of her uncle's room, she still had the illusion that the typhoon had just passed a few days ago, as if by mistake, a tired and happy person had arrived again. The autumn harvest is here.

After Lin Qiuxia waved goodbye to Lin Sanqi, she followed Sister Lin Yi and walked home hand in hand.

"Second brother, when did you come back?"

As expected by Lin Qiuxia, the autumn harvest whistle will be blown in the entire commune tomorrow. All schools in the entire commune, regardless of primary and secondary schools, have given teachers and students a holiday. There are even some non-essential work units that are on duty. It also organized the autumn harvest work of support team members from each production brigade under the team.

After all, food is the first priority for the people, especially under the current public ownership system. It can be said that the work of the entire commune revolves around and makes way for the autumn harvest. Of course, this is the case all over the country when the harvest is harvested.

Although Lin Xiaze came back a few times this semester, he came back less frequently than before. When he saw his sister coming back from school, he couldn't help but reach out and touch Lin Qiuxia's hair.

"I just came back not long ago. Our school also started its farm break after classes in the morning. Anyway, most of them are students from the commune. Even if they are far away, they can basically make it home today."

Lin Qiuxia rolled her eyes silently, and then avoided Lin Xiaze's clutches. She didn't know where her second brother's bad habits started this year. He didn't have them when he was a freshman in high school. Instead, after he became one year older this year, he started to have bad habits. I like touching her head. Fortunately, she has short student hair now, so it doesn’t matter if it’s messed up or not.

However, she really didn't like being pushed and rubbed by others. After all, she was not a real child. She could only accept that she should rub other people's hair instead of being pulled by other "big children" to rub their hair.

Although there are two children in Lin Qiuxia's family, Lin Qiuxia and Lin Donghai, they can only do small jobs such as picking rice ears during the autumn harvest, chasing birds when the rice is drying, and turning the rice over.

But except for these two child workers, there are five hard-working and capable laborers in the family. Compared with other families where there are elders at the top and younger ones at the bottom, half of which are old and young, their family can be said to be [-]% better than the big team. Families of seventy or eighty.

Of course, the reason why he did not beat 90.00% is because Lin Xiaze went to study and earned less work points. He could only do the more important things in the team during the summer and autumn harvests, plus winter and summer vacations. But on average, does it count? The last labor force that can earn high work points, not to mention that he still has to spend family money to study.

Therefore, the current living standard of Lin Qiuxia's family can be said to be insufficient compared with those in the entire brigade, but more than enough compared with those below.

"Ah! Second brother, second brother, you are back. When did you come back? Are you thirsty? Do you want me to pour you water? Second brother, by the way, second brother, let me tell you, today I will follow Cheng Righteousness lies on the slope···········"

Liu Qiuxia was still talking to Lin Xiaze when she suddenly heard Lin Donghai's cheers and shouts.

Lin Qiuxia thought it was strange. Lin Qiuxia usually led Lin Donghai more. Lin Donghai was the most clinging to her before, but now the older she gets, the more clinging she becomes to Lin Xiaze.

It may also be because he has met more friends outside, so he no longer likes to follow his sister and follow Lin Qiuxia's little sisters and listen to them repeat a lot of unconscious words.

He has a lot of fun following his friends every day, especially after Lin Xiaze came back and took them out to play several times before, he fell in love with Lin Xiaze the most.

No, when he saw Lin Xiaze when he got home, he threw the bamboo basket on his back to the ground in the yard. Not to mention forgetting the small bamboo basket, even Lin Qiuxia, the dear third sister, didn't yell as if she hadn't seen it.

Lin Donghai called his second brother, and while changing his short legs, he ran directly between Lin Qiuxia and Lin Xiaze, took Lin Xiaze's hand, and started chattering. Lin Xiaze also listened patiently.

I don't know whether it was because he was listening attentively, or because Lin Donghai had no time to speak to Lin Xiaze. Lin Qiuxia was sitting on the small wooden chair next to her, watching Lin Donghai talk a lot, but Lin Xiaze hadn't spoken yet. Say a word.