Chapter 825: A Trip to the Poor Village
It didn't take long for her to remit the train ticket money first, I simply packed some things and went to the train station, bought a hard sleeper direct to Dongguan on the same day, and then transferred to Chaozhou. When I arrived at the place, it had been a day and a half, but fortunately it was a sleeper, and I slept when I was bored, and I didn't feel too hard. Taking a long-distance bus from downtown Chaozhou to Raoping County, Ms. Huang told me that her brother-in-law would be waiting for me at the bus station, and sent me two MMS photos of her brother-in-law so that I could call her as soon as I saw him.
At the bus station, I saw Ms. Huang's uncle at a glance, because not only did he look and height right, but even his clothes and pants from top to bottom were the same as in the photo, which may have been taken in the past two days. Ms. Huang's brother-in-law is about the same age as me, medium-sized, thinner, and dressed in shabby clothes. I smiled and reached out to shake him, and he was stunned and said a few words in the local dialect. I said I couldn't understand it in Mandarin, his expression was a little helpless, he still used dialect, and Ms. Huang's brother-in-law couldn't speak Mandarin after a long time. He also seemed embarrassed, so he took out his cigarette and handed it to me, and I quickly waved my hand and said no.
Strangely, not only did he not speak Mandarin, but he also did not seem to understand it. No matter how simple, slow and standard I put it in, he just smiled awkwardly and shook his head. Only then did I understand why Ms. Huang asked me to call her brother-in-law immediately when I saw her, so I had to call. Ms. Huang used my mobile phone to communicate with her brother-in-law, and he nodded again and again, as if he understood. Then Ms. Huang said to me again: "I'm sorry Boss Tian, my brother-in-law can only speak the Teochew dialect, he can't understand Mandarin, he can only understand his own name and some simple words, you can just call him Ah Yong." โ
Hanging up the phone, Ms. Huang's brother-in-law, Ah Yong, smiled and said a few words to me, and then shook hands with me tightly, although I didn't understand, I could clearly see the apology on his face. I pointed at him and said "Ah Yong", and he nodded and smiled happily. I said the words "go home" and "you take me" again, and he could understand them.
Ah Yong came by motorcycle, this car is really old enough, before I went to the mountains of Myanmar with Kaohsiung to find Azanda Linkang, the tour guide who lives in northern Thailand Ah Peng got two motorcycles, the car is old enough, but compared with Ah Yong's car, those two can be regarded as new.
Sitting in the back seat, we went from the county road to the side road, then to the country road, and finally to the dirt road. I wondered when China would be able to unify its language, and it would be a great delay for so many dialects in the country that they couldn't understand each other.
To be honest, the road in this village is not difficult to walk, and there are not so many downhill terrain, but along the way, I always feel that this village is neither lifeless nor has a low standard of living. In recent years, I have seen a lot of rural areas, and there are many modern buildings with two or three floors, even if they are not so wealthy. Especially in the south, many people have to build a house even if they pool money to borrow money, in order to look face-saving. But there is not a single new building in the village, all of them are old-fashioned, with white walls and black tile ridges, and the occasional chicken and duck can be seen running around on the road.
There is not a single car in the village, and there are occasionally two motorcycles, which are even older than Ayong's, not the oldest, only older. It is now more than four o'clock in the afternoon, passing by a primary school, there is a couplet at the gate of the school, next to the words "XX primary school", many primary school students come out of school, chat and play in twos and threes, from the perspective of dressing, the clothes are very old, but there is no patch at all. Suddenly, I noticed that among these elementary school students seemed to be girls and boys, but the motorcycles went fast and turned away in a blink of an eye.
Although the village house is dilapidated, I have to say that the scenery is very good, there are mountains, rivers, forests and fields, and there are lush greenery everywhere. I think this kind of village is the most suitable for retirement and self-cultivation, and if young people live there for a long time, it will really go crazy.
Finally, the motorcycle slowly stopped at the gate of a certain house, and several people stood at the door, an elderly couple and a young woman who looked to be sixty miles away. The young woman was holding a little girl less than two years old in her arms, and next to her stood a girl about three or four years old. Both girls were yellow-skinned and looked as if they were malnourished. The young woman's complexion was a little better, and she beckoned to me with a smile and asked me if I was Boss Tian. She spoke Mandarin, and I learned that she was Ms. Huang, the two little girls were her daughters, and the elderly couple were her in-laws.
It is said that it is the gate of the courtyard, but in fact, there is no courtyard wall at all, that is, there are houses on the east, west, and north sides, and the south is the exit. There were two or three rooms on each side, all of which were made of brick and wood, with thatched roofs and wooden parts, and half of the two rooms on the east side had collapsed, apparently washed away by the rain.
Entered the room in the middle of the north,The furnishings inside are quite simple,The largest piece is a 21-inch color TV,I habitually looked at the trademark,I haven't seen it,It's a miscellaneous brandใ "My in-laws don't speak Mandarin, so I'll be the translator. Ms. Huang said apologetically. After sitting down, Ah Yong poured me a glass of water, it was the first time I had taken on such a business, everyone didn't understand Mandarin, and there was only one lady to act as an interpreter, which was really difficult. But fortunately, there is also Ms. Huang's translator, otherwise this business would not have been able to proceed. During the conversation, it was learned that Ms. Huang and her husband, Mr. Zheng, had been married for more than five years and had two daughters, but the custom here is that you must have a son, no matter how poor the family is, even if you smash the pot and sell iron, you must give birth to a handle. If a family doesn't give birth to a son, the whole village will laugh at it.
I said, "Isn't your husband, Mr. Zheng, at home?"
Ms. Huang said: "He works in Guangzhou, and if it weren't for my youngest daughter's illness, I would have been in Guangzhou. "I looked at the three members of the Zheng family in the room and asked Ms. Huang if they really couldn't understand Mandarin. Ms. Huang said of course I don't understand, don't worry, just say whatever you want.
"It seems that your husband's family is not rich," I said bluntly, "If it is really successful, the 60,000 yuan is not easy to get, right?" Ms. Huang said that her brother-in-law is thirty-two years old and has no object, that is, the family is too poor, and the girls in this village do not marry in this village, and the girls from other villages think that they are poor here, unless the family can build a house. Five or six years ago, the family borrowed tens of thousands of yuan to build a few new houses, but the money was not enough halfway and had to stop work, and it has been drying until now. Originally, the couple had saved 30,000 yuan in Guangzhou Province, which was reserved for the uncle to finish building the house, but now it seems that it cannot be realized.
I asked, "Why do you want your husband and wife to take out the money to build your own house?" Can't he go to the big city to work and save money?"