Chapter 862: The Village
He pulled it to the river beach outside the commune, loaded a cart of sand by himself, and then pulled it back to the people who needed it in the commune, and then unloaded the car to earn ten yuan, and now he would earn thirty yuan by pulling three people to run more than five miles, and if he didn't do it, he would be a fool.
The tractor is the Ina River brand, which is the tractor produced by the Wahou Machinery Factory, and Wan Feng has a sense of intimacy when he sees the tractor he created here.
He thinks that no one who can drive a tractor on the Inna River should be an idiot.
The tractor driver was really not an idiot and agreed without saying a word.
Although this vehicle is a little lower-grade, at least it is better than nothing, and now you can go and prepare gifts.
In the supply and marketing cooperatives of the commune in front, Wan Feng almost swept the non-staple food counter in the supply and marketing cooperative.
With a tractor, there is no need to worry about not being able to get it.
When Wan Feng and the four of them left the supply and marketing cooperative, the non-staple food counter of the supply and marketing cooperatives was almost emptied by him.
Qiantou Commune is located at the junction of the provinces of Northern Liao and Linji, which is located inland and has no convenient commercial conditions, so the people here can only make a living from farming.
Sitting on the tractor, I looked around at what it looked like four years ago.
Under the lonely sky, the winter land is desolate.
Riding a tractor in winter is a very sinful thing, not to mention the cold, it is also a special dun.
Wan Feng didn't go to the wings of the front of the car, almost in the trailer of the tractor, he crossed the mountain road from the front to the village of Yiyi.
The reason why the village is called the village is indeed worthy of its name, it is really located in a village.
Surrounded by mountains on three sides, the village is located in the embrace of the mountains, which has some similarities with the site selected by Wanfeng in the valley.
Winter is short, and although it is only three o'clock in the afternoon, the sky is beginning to get dark, and the chimneys of some houses in the village have begun to drift from the chimneys.
After inquiring, I finally came to four adobe houses at the other end of the village.
The tractor threw them in front of the house and went away with a slick of evil wind.
After confirming that it was this house, Wan Feng pushed open the wooden courtyard door in front.
The door was open, steaming was rising, and an elderly woman was lighting a fire at the stove.
When Wan Feng pushed the door in, the old man obviously found that an uninvited guest had come in the house, and stood up and stepped out of the door in a little panic, standing at the door with his hands and feet slightly at a loss.
"Who are you looking for?" asked the old man, puzzled.
"Is this Wan Shuiming's house?"
"yes, who are you?"
If nothing else, the old woman in front of her, who was slightly taller and wore old clothes and looked three or four points similar to her father, must be her grandmother.
Grandma's family belonged to the middle peasants in the local area before liberation, although grandma was not a beautiful lady when she was a child, but it was also a small family of jade who knew how to read and hyphenate, otherwise she would not have given her three sons Wan Shui Yuan, Wan Shui Chang, Wan Shui Ming such a name that did not conform to the rural form.
"Who are you old?" In order to be accurate, Wan Feng made a final verification.
"Wan Shuichang, that's my second son, are you?"
Wan Feng burst into tears, stepped forward to hold the old man's hand and choked up: "Grandma! Wan Shuichang is my father, and I am your grandson!"
Grandma seemed a little dazed, Wan Feng is eighteen years old this year, he only came to his parents once when he was three or four years old, and now he is one meter seventy-six tall, and his appearance has long been ever-changing.
"You really are my grandson. ”
"My father is Wan Shuichang, my mother is Zhu Min, my father was born in 1940 on x, x, x, x, x. ”
Wan Feng accurately reported the time of his father's birthday, and the old woman finally believed it.
"Is it really my grandson, who has grown up so big? I remember when you were a kid when you came and you were not sensible, this blink of an eye... Hurry up inside and it's cold outside. ”
During Wan Feng's confession, two children, both of whom were in their teens, came out of the back room and stood timidly at the door of the house looking at them.
"Is this my uncle's child?"
Grandma and Uncle Wan Shuiming live together, so there is no need to ask if these two children must be their cousins and cousins.
"Well, yes, your uncle and your aunt work in the grass curtain factory of the brigade, and they won't come back until about four o'clock, and they will be back soon. ”
Wan Feng leaned over and looked at his cousin and cousin.
The eldest of the two children in the uncle's family was the daughter who was eleven or twelve years old, and the boy, who was eight or nine years old, wore clothes with patches, and hid behind his sister in panic.
In eighty-five years, he still wore clothes with patches, which made Wan Feng sad for a while.
"Do you know who I am?" Wan Feng asked softly.
The little girl is very delicate, and her eyes are very bright.
"I'm the eldest brother of your second uncle's family, called eldest brother. ”
The little girl blinked her eyes for a long time before she whispered, "Big brother!"
Wan Feng reached out and touched the little girl's head, then turned to the boy: "What's your name?"
The boy shrank his head behind his sister and poked his eyes out.
"Call Big Brother!"
The boy does not bark.
Wan Feng then took out a few colorful tickets from his pocket: "Call the eldest brother rich, call for one"
The boy looked at the handful of colorful tickets in Wan Feng's hand and then at Wan Feng, as if he was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle.
After struggling for a long time, he said weakly: "Big brother!"
Wan Feng stuffed a ticket into his clothes pocket: "Call again!"
"Big brother!"
Wan Feng stuffed another one into his pocket: "Tell me what is your name?"
"Wanyan!"
Wan Feng stretched out his hand and patted the boy's head, then turned his head and asked the girl's name again.
"Wan Hongxia. The girl gave her name.
Wan Feng stuffed the remaining two tickets in his hand into the girl's hand, straightened up, and beckoned Li Yong and the others into the house.
When they entered the house, Li Yong and the others put the gifts in their hands directly on the kang, which almost occupied half of the kang.
Wan Feng grabbed a handful of candy from a convenient bag and divided a handful for each child.
The two children were overjoyed, which made Wan Feng a little depressed, and they didn't seem to be happy to see the sugar when they gave them money.
Every household in the Changtu area is a north and south kang, and the layout of the two kang shops facing each other leads to almost no furniture in the house, and there is no place to put it, so it can't be placed in the middle.
Therefore, the house of the old uncle's house was empty, and there was only a cabinet in the gable of the connecting inner room, and there were two round mirrors and some alabaster to resist cosmetics.
On the left and right of the cabinet were piles of potatoes and cabbage.
Wanfeng is quite speechless for the layout of the northern Liaoning region, and the family lives in the north and south kang, how inconvenient it is.
"You three sit in the house for a while, and I'll help my grandma light the fire. ”
After Wan Feng finished speaking, he came to the outhouse and sat by the stove pit to light the fire.
The fire here is the same as that of Wahou, and it is also the burning of grass.
Wan Feng was talking to his grandmother about the shortcomings of his family while burning the fire, mainly to introduce the situation of his family when he was in Longjiang.
Grandma listened very carefully, and let out a hearty laugh when she heard the joy.