But he was to blame. Originally, he pressed people's feet first, and they forgave him. He just said a few words of apology and wanted to clean up the house.

As a result, the family took the lead and cleaned him up. At this point, a woman with glasses who looked like a teacher said, "The farmer is an honest man, but he can't speak." ”

A young man sitting next to her said, "He got out of the car with those people, and there must be no good fruit to eat." Not only do you lose money, but you also have to lose people. ”

Everyone was gossiping, but the farmer's two companions didn't speak, as if this person didn't care about the two of them.

After I arrived in Kaifeng from Nanyang, I took a car to a place called Zhuxian Town. It is said that that place was the place where Yue Fei guarded back then, and a Yue Fei temple was built in the middle of the street. Because there is such a place of interest, that street is very lively.

But I'm not in the mood to watch this, I just want to see Jin Fengqin early.

I took out the letter that Jin Fengqin had written to me, looked at the address on it, and asked a passer-by about the place. People told me that the place was at least ten miles away from where I was, and that there were no buses.

The only way I can do it is no. I asked people which direction I should go. Someone pointed with his hand, and I wanted to go in the direction he was pointing.

At that time, the sky had become gloomy at some point, and at the same time, a cold north wind was blowing. Even though I was wearing thick clothes, I couldn't help but shiver. Although Kaifeng is a little more north than ours, I feel much colder than we are.

"This climate is a sign of snow. "I think. I stomped my feet, strapped my green bag containing "Dream of the Red Chamber," and walked in the direction of the wind towards the place where the letter was written.

There were walking tractors constantly passing me along that road. There were a lot of people sitting on those walk-behind tractors, there were old people, children, women, girls, they were all dressed very thickly, with hats on their heads, scarves around their necks, and hot breath on their mouths.

Sometimes I put both hands in front of me and rub them together. Of course, the driver would look at me and run away in a whirlwind.

I had just walked two or three miles away when I saw another man coming from behind in a walk-behind tractor. Unlike the walk-behind trucks he had passed by before, his walk-behind had no people in it, only a few snakeskin bags, which looked like fertilizer.

When the man walked past me a few meters away, he suddenly stopped the car. When the car stopped, the driver held the steer with one hand and then looked back at me.

I don't know what I mean, I just go my own way. As I approached him, he suddenly said, "Where do you want to go, young man?" When I heard this, I couldn't help but feel my heart warm, and then I replied, "Hu Zhuang." ”

"Oh, just on the way. Come up. So I got into the cart. The man opened the clutch and hurried forward. We talked about the car as you walked.

This book was first published in Reading Books