The next day, the old village chief's family got up. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Grandma Yan and Aunt Yingzi went to the backyard to shovel vegetables, and the old village chief took Yan Qiangqiang to pick up a larger radish in the front garden, because the season has not yet arrived, so the radishes are still very small.

Yan Fei and Yan Guoqing went to her courtyard to get a bag on the back.

Yes, the noodles are actually still in her space, but a little girl can't conjure up a bag of noodles for nothing!

She had already thought about it last night, and she would improvise today. When the time came, Yan Guoqing was a few steps behind her, and she ran into the room first to put the noodle bag on the kitchen stove.

The plan went very well, Yan Guoqing rushed home with his face, Yan Fei went to Mu Xiahua's house and changed the clothes for her. The clothes were beautiful, with fine legs, a blouse made of white cloth on a red background, trousers made of large blue cloth, and a pair of ninety percent new shoes, which her daughters had worn.

"Xiaofei, your Aunt Mu is on this condition, you can make do with it, and when the harvest is good next year, I will make you a new set. ”

Mu Xiaohua said with emotion that the life of the peasants should be better these days, but their men are not behaving properly, tossing around outside, and their homes are about to be emptied.

Qingxiangzi is Mu Xiaohua's eldest daughter, she is fourteen years old this year, and she has two younger sisters, one is eleven years old and the other is six years old. Three daughters, I didn't look forward to my son, this is Mu Xiahua's husband's heart disease, he feels ashamed, sorry for his ancestors and ancestors, so the person who was originally obedient to Mu Xiaohua changed overnight. His heart began to run out, and he didn't care about this family anymore.

Without a son, it would be like being poked in the backbone by the villagers. Mu Shaohua used to be horizontal, why is it now restricted? That's because she also feels that she is short of breath and has no horizontal capital.

No matter what, a woman who can't pass on the family to her husband's family, she has no face to walk on the road, and she should be a man with her tail between her legs in her life.

Yan Fei was very moved, and she could still think of her in such a situation, "Aunt Mu, you used the wedding clothes to change it for me! I like this kind of old material, it is thick and durable." Hee-hee...... Thank you, Aunt Mu!"

"Xiaofei's words are pleasing to the ear, and your Aunt Mu is comfortable. In the future, when you are studying, remember to come and see me, and I will not accept this kind of verbal gratitude. ”

When Mu Shaohua said this, her eyes were filled with tears. Why doesn't she want her daughter to go to school and read and write? No conditions! In two years, Qingxiangzi should talk about her in-laws, and if her father is more angry, it would be better to save some face for them, otherwise...... I'm afraid that my husband's family is not good for my daughter!

"Aunt Mu, don't worry, when I settle down in the town, you can come down whenever you want, and you can stay with me then!"

Yan Fei didn't dare to guarantee anything, if she could, she would definitely help them.

Yan Guodong borrowed a donkey, put the noodles and vegetables on the camel, and the two walked down the mountain under the eyes of their families.

The mountain road is rugged, and it takes more than seven hours to reach the town by climbing four hills, from early morning to dusk. Yan Fei's small arms and legs were almost trotting behind Yan Guodong, and he took a short break on the road, ate some dry food and drank some water, and then continued to hurry.

On the way, I met two middle-aged men in suits, who looked like soldiers with a righteous face, a tall posture, and a well-dressed person. They called out to Yan Fei and the others and inquired about the way to Xikou Village in Xiaguan Township.

The other party spoke Mandarin, Yan Guodong couldn't speak, he didn't know how to speak for a long time, he was in a hurry, and he was afraid that the other party would laugh at his native dialect, so he was in a hurry.

"Uncle, after you cross this hill, you will see a three-way intersection, then go to the left, and when you reach the end, you will see a small house, and then go to the right path, and you will find Shangxikou Village at the end, the village is not big, ask people to find the person you are looking for. ”

Yan Fei replied very calmly, not squirming, not shy, not like a seven or eight-year-old child at all.

The younger man smiled softly in gratitude and strode toward the mountain path.

"Xiaofei! You're still amazing! Your uncle was so nervous just now that he didn't know how to speak! I've never seen anyone in a suit. When I have money one day, your uncle and I will buy a set. ”

Yan Guodong has been all the way and sighed all the way.

Yan Fei's mind is also on the suits of the two, the suit is not a well-known brand, looking at the slim fit, it should be custom-made, and I don't know what kind of private custom, the fabric and style are very fashionable, and the color is also very suitable for the temperament of the two.

In the previous life, Yan Fei's tailoring skills were also quite good, and the women's cheongsam in the entire city was almost wrapped by her. The men's suits were all made by Ma Changxing himself, and Yan Fei had also learned from a teacher, but the level was still not as good as that of the master!

There is an unwritten rule for craftsmen that they will keep one hand and not pass it on. Ma Changxing did not pass on the craft of cutting men's suits to her, and it should be said that the apprentices who went out from under him only learned one skill.

Yan Fei's aunt is Zhang Chunshan's wife, Ma Changxing saw Zhang Chunshan's face and taught her the art of cheongsam making, Tang Yan is Tang Jialong's niece, and Tang Jialong is the boss of Tang's enterprise, so he taught Tang Yan the art of making tunics, Fan Jinlong has no big background, so he worked for six years and learned the art of ordinary clothes.

Yan Fei didn't pause at his feet, and his mind had already sorted out the whole process after going down the mountain in his previous life. At the age of fourteen, he went down the mountain to the provincial capital, and it was 1996, when the people in the city were already very wealthy, and they ate with fish and meat.

It's 1990! In her previous life, she didn't pay attention to the events of this year, and she didn't know what the outside world was like!

After descending the mountain, I finally walked on the road, the road was not wide, barely enough for two cars to pass, not the asphalt road in my memory, but the road paved with sand and gravel. Walking on it in cloth-soled shoes, it was a little awkward.

An army-green jeep was parked in the open space next to the mountain road, which reminded Yan Fei of the two men in suits he met on the mountain.

Yan Guodong urged him to leave quickly, and Yan Fei hurriedly followed.

There is still more than half an hour away from Yongshun Town, and you have to walk fast to get to the door to sell vegetables before the cement factory gets off work. If you don't sell it today, it will be a problem to eat at the hotel that night.

Yan Guodong stood in front of the vegetable stall and looked a little uneasy, and the donkey was held by him. Yan Fei was worried that the donkey would gnaw the vegetable leaves, so he asked him to lead him to stand far away, this proposal seemed to be in his mind, he smiled and took it away, standing far away.

Yan Fei didn't have time to care about him, the workers of the cement factory had already left work. She hurriedly began to say, "Vegetables, fresh vegetables! Sell cheaply, sell cheaply! Come and take a look! Fresh vegetables!"

Liang Lan said

Ben Lan has something to say:

This was the case in the countryside in the 80s, especially in the mountains where traffic was blocked, and many children did not go to school. In some mountain villages, the total number of teachers and students in the school is less than 20 people, if there is really a chance to go to school, it is also to get up in the middle of the night and walk down the mountain, regardless of age, deep in the mountains and a few children step by step towards the mountain, no fear of thought, and dare not have ......

Very strong!