Chapter 128 Swaggering across the market

"Brother Shitou, this road must be too difficult."

On the swaying subway car, Yang Xiaotao picked up the kettle and took a sip of hot water, then handed it to Yang Shitou.

At this time, the two of them had been away from Sijiu City for more than half a day. There were few pedestrians on the road, and the road had changed from a flat dirt road to bumpy roads. The speed could not be increased, and the donkey cart was still bumpy.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, many infrastructures were not yet complete, even around the Forty-Nine Cities.

It was Yang Xiaotao's first time traveling far away. He was used to asphalt roads and cement roads. Driving on such dirt roads was simply a torture.

"It's okay, that's good. It used to be more difficult to get to our Zhuangzi!"

Yang Shitou took a sip of water and looked at the kettle in his hand, full of curiosity.

This thing is not available in their village. Everyone usually uses wooden barrels to fill water when they work. When they are thirsty, they use ladles to drink water. It's okay in summer, but in autumn it's cool to drink.

He sent the kettle back and looked at the things in the car like a treasure.

Especially the bag of bright red flesh and blood. I learned from Yang Xiaotao that he bought these with money tickets.

He didn't know whether it was true or not, he just thought it was life in the city and was envious of it.

According to him, this pile of meat weighed at least ten kilograms, and he heard that there was mutton and beef in it, which made his stomach churn.

Finally, there was the wine at Yang Xiaotao's feet. Yang Shitou licked his lips again. The wine his grandfather brought home last time was divided among several grandfathers. He could only pick up the bottom of a bottle, fill it with loose wine and drink it to his heart's content.

I was thinking to myself, with so much wine, why should I get two bottles?

At noon, neither of them ate, mainly because they were too bumpy to eat.

Yang Xiaotao looked at the sun, took out a handful of toffees and handed them to Yang Shitou.

Good stuff again.

Yang Shitou's eyes shone, he wiped it with his hands and took it carefully.

"Xiao Tao, your candy is so sweet."

He took the toffee from Yang Xiaotao and counted eight of them carefully. After eating one, he put the rest in his pocket.

Go home and give one to your partner, I'm sure...

Yang Xiaotao nodded, "Brother Shitou, when will we arrive?"

Yang Shitou looked around, "We've walked most of the way, and we'll reach Qujia Zaohu in a while. After Zaohu, we'll reach Qinjia Village, and then Gaojiazhuang. After five miles, we'll reach our village!"

Yang Shitou counted several villages along the way, and several local images emerged in Yang Xiaotao's mind.

A river, big willow trees, slopes, mountains.

The memories of his predecessor made Yang Xiaotao feel a little homesick at this moment.

Taking a deep breath, I followed the donkey cart with my eyes, looking at the gray and barren land around me, and looking at the strange era.

Seeing Yang Xiaotao's silence, Yang Shitou thought it might have brought back memories, so he said to Xiao Tao, "Xiao Tao, you have to stay here for two days when you return to the village this time."

"You are the only one who has grown up together, so you have to tell everyone about the things in the city."

Yang Xiaotao nodded, and several familiar and unfamiliar names came to his mind.

At this point, Yang Shitou was a little embarrassed, feeling that it was unjustifiable not to tell him that Yang Xiaotao had taken so many benefits.

But thinking of the sternness of the grandpa, he finally just said from the side, "Xiao Tao, the village has prepared a big gift for you."

Yang Xiaotao wondered, what else could the village give him?

He wanted to ask clearly, but Yang Shitou turned his head and swung his whip, looking like he couldn't tell.

Yang Xiaotao was aroused by this part of the sentence.

What the village can bring out is nothing more than food and supplies.

No need to think about money.

besides.

Yang Xiaotao suddenly trembled and said, "Isn't it for a wife?"

Yang Shitou was startled by Yang Xiaotao's sudden voice, but after hearing it, he didn't say anything and continued on his way.

But this look only strengthened Yang Xiaotao's guess.

My heart suddenly became entangled. If I really asked for a wife, should I take it or not?

The wheels of the cart crunched against the soil, and the people on the cart came to a river with tangled thoughts.

Not far away, a few half-grown men were jumping on the ice, looking so hot that even the north wind was getting hot.

The car stopped, Yang Shitou broke the ice on the river and let the donkey follow him to drink water, while Yang Xiaotao walked to the river.

"Brother Shitou, this is not the river in our village, right?"

After recalling it carefully, he said.

"Well, this is a small river. It passes through Qinjia Village. There is a big river between our village and Gaojiazhuang, upstream and downstream."

Yang Shitou picked up his belt, pulled the donkey back to the cart, took a small handful of fried beans from the cart, and fed it carefully.

Yang Xiaotao watched from the sidelines. He had seen a donkey when he was a child, but he had never raised one at home, and he didn't know the donkey's habits.

Seeing his interest, Yang Shitou introduced him.

"This black skin belongs to the village collective, but it is raised in my house. I am given ten kilograms of soybeans a month, and the rest goes to the fields to graze."

"Although it is not tall, it is a good hand at pulling carts and grinding. In our village, it is the only one who pulls carts!"

Speaking of donkeys, Shitou became a little addicted and talked more and more. Yang Xiaotao also listened and listened. The two of them seemed to have a common topic, talking and laughing.

The car started again, and this time the well-fed Heipi walked more energetically. Perhaps it was because he was getting closer to the village, the road was getting better, and the car was not so bumpy.

The car arrived at the end of the village and slowly walked in. A man who was sweeping the street looked up.

"Stone, what are you doing?"

The man had a loud voice and shouted loudly while leaning on a headless sweeping pole.

Yang Shitou raised his voice, "Brother Dazhu, you have gone to the city to pick someone up!"

As the car approached, several people nearby looked over and their eyes widened.

The things installed on the car are all good things, especially the smell of meat with a sharp nose, which makes me envious.

"Xiao Tao, this is Qu Shuanzhu, the team leader of Zaohu Village!"

"Brother Dazhu, this belongs to Xiaotao, my uncle Gen!"

"Brother Dazhu!"

Yang Shitou did not stop, and Yang Xiaotao also said hello in the car.

"I'm going back to the village to celebrate the New Year. I bought a lot of things!"

Qu Dazhu asked enviously as he looked at the things in the car. Yang Xiaotao smiled and replied, "Yeah. I will spend this year at home!"

This chapter is not over yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! As the car moved forward, more and more people greeted Yang Shitou. From time to time, people asked, and Yang Shitou introduced them with a smile. The car was full of attractions.

The look he received filled him with a sense of honor.

Especially the young daughter-in-law whom I met in the village, her eyes changed when she saw the two people in the car, and she did not hesitate to inquire about their situation in person.

This made Yang Xiaotao sure that the village was looking for a wife for him.

The car left Qujia Zaohu and passed Qinjia Village after another five or six miles. However, this time Yang Shitou did not take the main road, but took a small road outside the village.

Yang Xiaotao thought it was a shortcut, so he didn't ask.

Just when he waited in front of a row of houses and saw a familiar figure standing at the door, Yang Xiaotao suddenly understood the profound meaning of Yang Shitou.

He kept his body upright, moved the things in the car to a conspicuous place, and cooperated as expected.

"Hey, isn't this my third uncle? He's basking in the sun."

Yang Shitou shouted to an old man squatting on the top of a house to bask in the sun.

The old man was in his forties or fifties, wearing a patched cotton-padded jacket, with a chicken's nest on his head, and an old face covered with weather.

Hearing Yang Shitou's shout, the old man raised his head and looked over. There was a bit of panic in his cloudy eyes, but he steeled himself and stood up slowly.

"It's a small stone!"

"Ah, I just went to the city to bring my brother back."

Yang Shitou raised his voice and attracted the attention of several other people sunbathing and watching the fun.

Yang Xiaotao looked at the old man in front of him. This man was Qin Huairu's third uncle.

The Qin family is considered a big family in the village, and together with the Yang family in Yangjiazhuang, this surname accounts for more than 80% of the population.

Qin Huairu's father's generation has four brothers, in addition to two aunts.

Qin Huairu's father is the second eldest son, and the one sitting here is the third eldest son.

Originally, the relationship between the Qin family and the Yang family was pretty good, otherwise they would not have introduced Qin Huairu to Yang Xiaotao.
To be continued...