Zhuang Yan told the big black dog that it would be called Wangcai in the future, but the black dog looked at Zhuang Yan blankly, not knowing what the human in front of him was doing.

He Bing smiled and said: "Wangcai, it's really a good name, you people in the city are literate." ”

He turned his head to look at the black dog and shouted, "Wangcai, Wangcai, you go home quickly." ”

The black dog didn't seem to have gotten used to his new name, and sat beside him dumbfounded, and He Bing could only shout again: "Dog, go back quickly." ”

Then the black dog understood the meaning, got up and went back to the room.

He Bing smiled awkwardly: "This dog is too stupid, he has a name but he doesn't know it, I'll teach him when I go back." ”

Zhuang Yan smiled: "It doesn't hurt to teach it badly, after all, it has been called a dog for so many years, and if it suddenly changed its name, even if it is a person, it will not be used to it." ”

He Bing smiled again: "Yes, yes, Mr. Zhuang, you are very right. ”

Zhuang Yan suddenly felt that something was wrong, and looked back at He Bing.

He Bing saw Zhuang Yan staring at him, and asked a little uncomfortably, "What's wrong?"

Zhuang Yan tilted his head and said, "Uncle He, I feel that you are a little different today. ”

He Bing hurriedly touched himself, "What's different about me?"

Zhuang Yan shook his head, "It's nothing, let's continue to look forward." ”

After speaking, he himself took the lead and walked forward, He Bing pulled Yao Qian behind and asked, "Mr. Yao, what do you mean by Mr. Zhuang?"

Yao Qian spread his hands, "I don't know either." ”

Saying that, Yao Qian also followed, He Bing stood in place and thought for a while, stomped his feet and followed.

"Inside this river street, it used to be very lively, and the boats on it were continuous, and this river street was connected to several wharves outside the city, and the goods between each wharf were delivered through this river street. If it is the Dragon Boat Festival in May, it will be more lively, every year our town will organize dragon boat races, as well as catch ducks. Half of our tea children will go into battle, and one by one they get on their own boats, and fight for speed in the river street......"

Zhuang Yan has seen this picture three times, and the situation is a hundred times more lively than what He Bing said.

Yao Qian asked with interest, "If you win the first place in this dragon boat race, what reward will there be?"

He Bing said with a smile: "Isn't winning the first place a reward? whose child won the first place, I guarantee that this child will be indispensable in the mouths of our tea mountains and young people that year, what kind of honor is this?"

Yao Qian nodded: "That's true, even if there is no reward, who doesn't want to compete for the first place?"

"Well, everyone wants to compete for the first place, besides, what we used to do in Chadong was all trading in the river, rowing fast and swimming well, which means doing well in trading. He Bing said.

"Then why isn't there now?" asked Yao Qian.

Hearing this question, Zhuang Yan pricked up his ears and listened, he was still more interested in this.

He Bing sighed: "There is no way, the dragon boat race is lively, but now many children can't swim in the water, those parents are not at home, and they are afraid that their children will be flooded every day, so they don't let their children get on the dragon boat." And now many parents have taken their children to other places to go to school, and there are a lot fewer half-grown children in our town, and dragon boat racing can't be done. ”

"What a shame. Yao Qian said.

"It's a pity. He Bing sighed, "But the parents are right, now we Chadong people don't go to the river to do business, it is better not to go into the water or not to go into the water, if there is really an accident, which child is drowned, no one can bear this responsibility." ”

Zhuang Yan nodded beside him, the reason was similar to what he imagined.

Now that the living conditions have gone up, the children are not as good as before, especially in modern times, only one or two children are generally born, and the children are very precious at home.

Unlike in the past, to put it cruelly, human life is not that valuable at all. The people of Chadong are accustomed to doing business in the river, and they often walk by the river without getting their shoes wet, even if they are good at crossing the sky, they can drown in the water.

If in the past, everyone was doing business in the river, and people were drowned, which seemed to be a commonplace thing, but everyone saw more of it, and it didn't feel so big.

And there is a more realistic point, there are many children in the family and one is dead, and there is only one child in the family and died, which is a completely different feeling.

If Shunshun doesn't have a second son, then he probably won't be able to support it.

Speaking of this, He Bing suddenly felt that he was a little off topic, and he hurriedly said: "But the suspension won't be too long, and the country is not advocating the search for lost traditional culture now." We also belong to a kind of traditional culture, and I think it won't be too long before the dragon boat race can be held again. ”

Hearing this, Zhuang Yan smiled and said, "If it can really be held again, I will definitely come over to see it then." ”

The joy on He Bing's face could not be concealed, and he even said with some excitement: "Mr. Zhuang, is what you said serious?"

His reaction was so big, not to mention Zhuang Yan, even Yao Qian noticed something unusual.

He Bing is really excited, if Zhuang Yan can really come over, then he is completely confident that he can run the dragon boat, as long as Zhuang Yan's name is played, even if the young men in Chadong are not enough, there are more people in the next ten miles and eight towns.

He also deliberately went to Xincheng's home last night to check Zhuang Yan's information on the Internet, I don't know if I don't check, I was shocked when I checked it, it turned out that the old man's grandson really didn't lie last night, Zhuang Yan is not only a great writer, but also a big writer.

As long as you enter Zhuang Yan's name, the entries "Chinese Pioneer Writer" and "Chinese Literary Hope" will pop up on the Internet.

Even if He Bing doesn't understand literature, when he sees these entries, he can feel Zhuang Yan's fame.

After checking Zhuang Yan's information, he was even more determined to let Zhuang Yan have a good impression of Chadong, so he ran to the intersection of the town early in the morning, just to wait for Zhuang Yan and them.

Zhuang Yan stopped walking forward, looked at He Bing with an excited face, and said, "Uncle He, you are indeed not the same today. ”

"I-" He Bing didn't know how to answer.

Zhuang Yan said, "Do you know who I am?"

He Bing was stunned, he didn't expect Zhuang Yan to guess, he felt that he had covered it up well.

If Zhuang Yan knew He Bing's thoughts, he would definitely laugh off his big teeth, as long as he was not a fool, he would definitely be able to see that something was wrong.

He Bing didn't know what to do, did he not admit it to death, or did he admit it directly?

Thinking about it, He Bing, who was in his fifties, suddenly turned red all of a sudden.

He didn't speak, but Zhuang Yan had already got the answer, Zhuang Yan smiled: "If you know, you know, it's nothing, it's just Uncle He, can you be normal, just like yesterday." ”