Chen Yigen's hands were shaking constantly. Chen Bingkun's family was already in a difficult situation, but he knew that for a family, a madman who could not work, could not do farm work, and could get into trouble was far more troublesome and troublesome than a dead person.
Chen Qiu and Chen Dong were also frightened and at a loss. Chen Qiu even shook Chen Xia's shoulders vigorously, crying and shouting:
"Second brother, what's wrong with you? I'm Chen Qiu, I'm your sister, don't you recognize me?"
Chen Dong sat down on the ground and burst into tears again.
Looking at the expressions and tones of these people in front of him, Chen Xia suddenly felt goosebumps all over his body, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
"Fuck, it seems like the problem isn't with these strange villagers. On the contrary, the problem is with me."
Chen Xia stared at the clothes of the people around him with wide eyes. Men, women, young and old were all wearing tattered clothes. The colors of their clothes and pants were only green and blue. There was definitely no polo shirt, jeans, beach pants, dress, etc. that he had imagined.
Also, most of the villagers were barefoot, their feet were covered in mud, and only a few wore Liberation shoes. No one wore sandals, no flip-flops, and no sneakers.
The house not far away was still a bungalow, the kind of stone house rarely seen in rural areas. The big speaker on the telephone pole in the distance was playing some songs from old movies.
"A vast river with wide waves, the wind blowing the fragrance of rice flowers on both sides..."
Isn't this the rural style of the 1970s seen in documentaries? Chen Xia was completely shocked: Oh my god, am I traveling through time?
"Uncle, what year is it now?"
Chen Guoqing pushed his glasses and said, "July 20, 1980."
After saying that, Chen Guoqing turned to everyone and said, "It's over, it's over. It seems like his brain is really flooded. He doesn't remember anything."
Now everyone in the village knew that the second son of the Chen family had water in his brain after drowning and had gone a little crazy. Everyone's eyes changed from sympathy at first, to surprise, to inexplicably complicated.
Everyone had a common thought in their mind: the Chen family had once been such a good family, but now some were dead, some were stupid, and some were small. This family was completely ruined. They must go to the ancestral grave tomorrow to see if there was something wrong with the feng shui.
After realizing that he might have traveled through time, Chen Xia wisely shut up, stopped looking for his phone, and stopped asking any strange questions.
Because he knew that no matter what he said or did now, it would be abnormal in the eyes of others.
For the sake of the future, the best way is to shut up and play dumb, and wait until the whole thing becomes clear.
At this time, the third grandmother said to the villagers in a rather mysterious tone:
"It's okay, it's okay. This is what happened just now. The second son of the Chen family went to the underworld and can't remember much. There was also one in the neighboring Hongfeng Village a few years ago. Later, his mind became clear and he can remember everything."
The onlookers suddenly realized what was going on. That's right, Chen Xia was clearly dead just now, but now he's back to life. It seems his memory hasn't fully recovered yet. This makes sense.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, including Chen Yigen, Chen Guoqing, Chen Guolin and others.
For rural people, nothing is more convincing than superstition. Even though they have just experienced that special era, many old ideas are still deeply rooted.
Third Grandma's words eased the awkwardness at the scene and indirectly saved Chen Xia a lot of trouble.
Everyone laughed and said, "It's good that you're okay, it's good that you're okay..."
There was even a young man who was brave enough to ask, "Chen Xia, do you remember what the underworld looks like?"
Chen Yigen immediately stopped the villagers from asking questions.
"Stop arguing. Let Chen Xia go back and rest for a few days. Guolin, arrange for some help with the farm work at Chen Xia's house. On National Day, take another 20 kilograms of rice from the brigade warehouse and send it to Chen Xia's house. I'll put it on my account then."
Then he lowered his head and said to Chen Qiu, who was sitting on the ground with a sad face:
"Third brother, take your eldest brother home. Have a good rest at home these few days. Tell me if there is anything you need at home."
Chen Xia quickly smiled at Chen Yigen politely but awkwardly.
At this moment, a little boy in his teens suddenly emerged from the crowd, ran over hurriedly, touched Chen Xia's whole body, and asked with a caring tone like an adult:
"Second brother, you're not dead. Oh my, you scared my uncle to death."
Chen Xia's face darkened when he heard this.
"This is crazy, this is all fucking crazy. A little brat of twelve or thirteen actually calls himself my elder and cares about me like an aunt."
Chen Guoqing took one look at Chen Xia's expression and burst out laughing:
"He really is your uncle, from the same generation as the captain and your grandfather. His name is Chen Yize. Don't forget him."
Chen Xia was so shocked that he could fit an egg in his mouth.
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