The horse on the bicycle soon caught up with the group, took them to the place where they had left off, and after explaining what had happened, they moved on.

Except for the delay here, he spent the rest of his time on the road, and at noon he was hungry and hid under one roof for a long time.

After buying two steamed buns and a bottle of water, he squinted his eyes to avoid the blazing light, and after eating, he walked in the direction of asking the shopkeeper.

Passing by a small supermarket, he still stopped the car, went to buy the things that Sister Liu confessed, and struggled to come to the place where he inquired with a large bag and a small bag.

A place that specializes in selling tricycles.

He pushed the bicycle, looked at the lined up tricycles, asked a lot, and knew the approximate price.

Electricity, lighter 1,700 yuan, but this is not what he wants, he likes an oil-burning tricycle, but the price is more than 1,000 yuan, which is still the worst.

Ma Zhan, who had been thinking about it for a long time at the intersection, walked into a shop specializing in oil-burning tricycles, bargained for a long time, and finally bought an orange-red tricycle with a tow bucket for 2,750 yuan.

Looking at the few hundred yuan left on his body, Ma Zhan was still very happy, because he had an extra car by his side, a tricycle that no one in the village had ever seen.

At the behest of the shopkeeper, he bought two oil drums and went to the gas station.

Four hundred dollars, let him fill two oil drums.

Sixty liters of gasoline took a lot of effort to lift the tractor of the tricycle.

Under the reminder of the gas station brother, Ma Zhan found some broken wooden boards to cover the plastic oil drums. Then he put the bicycle away, drove carefully, and slowly rushed back to the three wheels that would turn over if he was not careful.

All the way, he was smiling, and he would be envious when he saw the car, but he was just stupid, after all, his three wheels were just missing one wheel.

"Lao Tzu is open with an open top. ”

The horse, which stuffs everything in the tow bucket, struggles to comfort itself, fully embodying the spirit of the light pole.

Out of the county seat, in the direction of Honghai Village, the road has been getting smaller, and it is also more and more testing the skills of horse struggle. The first time he drove a three-wheeler, he slowly mastered some tricks, but he was still very careful about this kind of trail that can only cross the board.

The tricycle, which was not as fast as a bicycle, drove slowly, and when he encountered some places that were too narrow, he had to get out of the bike to widen the road.

Fortunately, this three-wheeled car is not too wide, and it can move forward safely if you take risks.

At six o'clock in the evening, he could already see the village under the mountainside, and it was in this place that he met eleven men who were still digging dirt.

The appearance of a brand-new tricycle surprised many people.

"Struggle, okay, this guy is not cheap. ”

"Struggle, you're smashing your wife into it. ”

For a while, the sound of inquiries continued.

Ma Zhan roughly estimated the progress of their work, and after making sure that it was not like being lazy, he grinned and said, "Didn't you smash my wife into it?" Come on, come on, it's almost over today, and the aunts are all coming up, so a few uncles will trouble you to take your own steps. ”

At this moment, a faint string of songs sounded.

As time passed, the sound became louder and louder, and Ma Zhan also looked curiously at the way he came.

After a long time, a motorcycle with a shining light bulb appeared in everyone's field of vision, and the sound of music shook everyone's eardrums a little uncomfortable.

It took a long time for Ma Zhan to see the person clearly, and he slapped his thigh and scolded: "It's Zhang Yijian, this bastard." ”

"The son of the Zhang family is back. ”

At this time, several women also recognized Zhang Yijian, who had changed greatly.

He was wearing a small suit with no shirt in it, and a U-shaped pin strung together two pieces of clothing that had no longer been buttoned anywhere. A pair of black boots is unusually eye-catching.

The motorcycle slowly stopped in front of everyone, and he shook off his colorful hair of different lengths and said, "What are you doing, blocking my way." ”

Sighing, he shook his head slightly, just glanced at Ma Zhan, changed the direction of the motorcycle, and walked away through the tricycle at the foot of the mountain.

Ma Zhan grinned, his facial features were squeezed together, looked at the back of the suit and said lightly: "It's only been more than half a year to become like this?" What surprised him was why Zhang Yijian, who went out to work, came back today, was he fired from the factory again?

"I've heard this, and it's like it's called killing Matt. ”

Uncle Li, who often rides a bicycle to the county seat, pointed to Zhang Yijian's back and said.

"Come on, let's call it a day today, I'll take you back, aunts, a few uncles will work hard. Ma Zhan returned the bicycle to Uncle Li, and after everyone sat down, he suddenly added the accelerator and chased after him.

"Struggle, how much did it cost? ”

"Two thousand seven, all the money I have paid for the set over the years. ”

The aunt who asked the price shook her head, patted Ma Fenfen's back and said with some blame: "Waste money, saving some more is enough for you to marry a daughter-in-law." ”

Ma Zhan laughed and did not answer.

Back in the village, Ma Zhan stopped the car and went back to the house to get an axe and said, "Aunts, the money will be settled together tomorrow, and I have something to do today." ”

"Struggle, what are you doing with an axe, you can't fight with Zhang Yijian!"

Widow Zhao saw Ma Struggle carrying an axe, and said in a loud voice, for fear that he would do something stupid when he was on the right track.

Hearing Widow Zhao's words to dissuade, several aunts also hurriedly grabbed the horse and struggled, constantly persuading.

"Auntie, if you don't fight today, I'm going to chop firewood. ”

After a while, everyone was relieved after making sure that Ma Zhan was not going to Zhang Yijian to fight, because of this toss, several aunts were not embarrassed to ask for money again.

Carrying gasoline into the house, Ma Zhan walked to the health center with two bags in one hand and an axe in the other.

He didn't take the axe to fight, but to break the wrist of a strong man.

Zhang Yijian is a person who climbs the wall more ferociously than him, and if he doesn't cut down the tree he climbed on the health center, he won't be able to sleep tonight.

Looking at the lights lit up in the health center, he opened his throat and shouted, "Sister, I'm back." ”

With that, he walked in, put two bags of things on the table, and glanced around but saw no one. I walked to the door and turned around, but I saw two people carrying water.

The horse was in a hurry, dropped the axe and hurriedly ran up.

"Sister, you call me for this kind of thing, what do you two say about carrying water, if this is seen by people from other villages, it won't make people laugh to death. Ma Zhan shouted, reaching out to grab the flat pole that the two men were carrying.

"Get out of the way, let's carry the water and drink it ourselves, without your help. ”

Looking at the two people who were struggling, Ma didn't care, he lifted the barrel with both hands and ran to the health center. He doesn't accept women to suffer like this, others can't take care of them, he can't see these two people, and if he sees them, he has to take care of them.

Zhang Shiyu, who was much more relaxed in an instant, looked at Sister Liu, wanting to speak but didn't know what to say.

Sister Liu has not changed on the surface, and she still has a straight face, but she is still very useful to Ma Struggle's behavior.

"Let's go back. She said lightly and walked to the health center.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a room full of horses struggling, he looked at her and asked, "Sister, where is there a bucket?"

"It's still at the well. ”

Ma Zhan smiled, laughing like a fool.

After being glared at several times, he couldn't hold back a smile and said, "I bought the things back for you, and I'll add two more loads of water to you." ”

The original cause of the incident, he didn't guess wrong, Sister Liu couldn't pick up this load of water, so she could only call Zhang Shiyu to carry it.

Looking at the water traces in one place, Ma Zhan said lightly: "This kind of thing should be done by the masters, what is the matter of women carrying water?"