Winter goes and spring comes, spring goes and summer solstice.

When the cicadas on the tree outside shouted desperately at the top of their throats, Fan Wubing was already one and a half years old. Fan Wubing, who was born with sufficient congenital size, was so outstanding in terms of size and intelligence. Ordinary children were not as tall as he was two years old, let alone the guy's little head was filled with the thoughts of an adult who had surpassed the times for thirty years.

The house where Fan Wubing lives is a bungalow, which is a pattern where a large string of yards are connected together and a row of houses has many family members living in. There is a row of slightly smaller bungalows opposite the house, which is used as a kitchen. There is a long passage between the two rows of houses, which is about ten meters wide. The kitchen and the outside of the house are two rows of tall trees, such as poplar, elm, willow, etc.

In summer, Fan Wubing's favorite thing is to catch cicadas, which are cicada larvae. They have just crawled out of the mud hole underground and have not yet peeled off their hard shells. After grabbing them, they are soaked in salt water for one night, and fry them with oil the next day. It is golden and delicious.

This thing is high in protein. In this era of relatively scarcity of meat, the existence of cicadas is undoubtedly quite attractive to children who need nutrition. Fan Wubing is undoubtedly the best among all the children who catch cicadas, although he is only one and a half years old.

Fan Heng’s factory is quite large, with 5,000 or 6,000 employees. In this county-level city with a population of only 100,000, it is undoubtedly a giant. Military-industrial enterprises are treated relatively high, and the factory director is equivalent to the level of a university, and it is much higher than the county-level parents. When meetings are held in the city, they always have to leave a place for the factory leaders. This shows the importance of the factory.

However, this situation became very different after ten years. As the status of the enterprise deteriorated, the entire enterprise and its residential areas gradually became marginalized, so for a while that both parties were somewhat disliked by each other. The difference in cultural atmosphere and lifestyle caused the factory to become an incompatible alternative existence in the city.

For example, in the early years, if there was a power outage arrangement in the city, they had to say hello to the factory in advance and explain the situation. Only when the factory agreed to it could the power limit be shut down. Later, there was no such thing. The city had to stop the power outage and did not say hello at all. It was not until the leaders in the factory called to inquire about it, and they hummed twice half-hot. In the end, there was no way inside the factory, so they took the upper route and asked for electricity quota from the department to solve this problem.

The so-called thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, this is the change in the world.

The children in the factory are still very together. Although Fan Wubing looks at these little kids from the current perspective and looks a little disapproving, he is still very touched when his eyes swept to those familiar faces.

For example, Gou Dan'er, the one whose big name is Yan Liwen, was his classmate when he was in elementary school. He once helped him bully others and resisted others' bullying. For example, Wang Keqiang, who was a senior of two classes higher than him, was also a friend who taught him to play chess step by step. For example, Lin Qian'er, although she is still an ugly girl with two blue noses now, Fan Wubing will never forget what kind of surprise she will bring to everyone when she grows up. It is most appropriate to describe her as the myth of turning black chicken into a phoenix.

Things are still the same, but Fan Wubing's mentality can never go back to the past.

Although he would be very excited when he saw the loli version or the first version of these familiar characters and would think of many long-lost past events, he would never be able to let him mingle with these little kids and play with mud and sand.

Fan Wubing knew that he had inexplicably returned to this infant and toddler era, and he would never have made a natural excuse for taking the sand with his bare ass. He had many important things to do.

Under the shade of the tree, Fan Wubing was also catching cicadas, but it was a little different. Other children either used a shovel to dig in the soil under the tree with a purposeless shovel, or dig a few times east and west, or play with sand, grab the little girl's hair, and wipe the partner's face with the soil, until the other party's crying sound attracted the scolding of the adults before giving up.

Fan Wubing naturally wouldn't be so stupid, and he didn't use tools to dig out cicadas.

Fan Daxia, who has practiced internal skills for more than a year, has achieved some results. When others are not paying attention, he will insert his white and tender little hands into the soil and immediately bring a large piece of soil. In his adult's visual inference, he can naturally reach where the cicada larvae is most likely to be hidden, so his harvest is quite amazing.

Working overnight often brings him the harvest of hundreds of cicadas. Therefore, Fan Daxia always drags a net bag turned into a fishing line out in a quiet voice in a while in amazement. After wandering outside for two hours, he drags a full bag of cicadas home, making his parents' mouths unable to close for a long time.

Although Fan Wubing didn't know what his skills were like, he was very clear about one thing. In a few years, the cicadas in the factory might be captured by him.

"Mom, we have eaten cicadas for a summer." Sister Fan Ting said in a low voice while helping her mother Zhang Mei put the cicadas she caught Fan Wubing back into salt water to wash them.

Zhang Mei said helplessly, "You can't throw it away casually. Tomorrow you will give it to your neighbors with children. If you eat too much, you can't digest it. If you haven't seen Fan Kang, you will feel nauseous when you see fried cicadas!"

"Yeah." Fan Ting agreed, and then asked strangely, "Why haven't Dad been back yet? Do you have to work overtime tonight?"

"I heard your Uncle Zhang send a reply, saying that he was going to have a meeting." Zhang Mei replied, and she was also a little surprised. She rarely had meetings so late recently. It was almost ten o'clock in the evening, so why didn't anyone come back? It's so worrying.

Seeing that Fan Wubing was already asleep in the bed, just as the mother and daughter packed up their things and were ready to go to bed, the sound of the key drilling into the keyhole and turning from outside the door.
Chapter completed!