I took a bus from Zhongshan Town to Gaotai Village. But Gaotai Village is not the final station, and I was afraid that I would not be able to sit or have already sat down, so I asked the driver and the conductor to go to the place and tell me.

The car then jolted forward on the road, which was sometimes high and sometimes low. After all, Zhongxiang City is under the jurisdiction of Hubei, unlike where we all grow wheat. They grow a lot of rape there. Along the way, through the window pane, you can see that the rape flowers are blooming brightly, golden one after another, what a good scene!

But I wasn't in the mood to enjoy the view, because I didn't know if I would be able to find a place to stay at night. The money on my body is almost gone, and I can't imagine that I will wander like the previous times.

Thinking like this, the car had already arrived at the intersection of Gaotai Village. There was a clear pond on the left and right sides of the road, and from the dirt road there were several houses in front of you.

There were some bamboos growing in front of the courtyard gate of the first house, and there was an old lady sitting in the courtyard, so I asked her if it was Gaotai Village. She said that she belonged to Gaotai Village here. Then she asked me what I was doing in Gaotai Village. I said, I want to help someone grow watermelons.

The old lady said, I heard that the five teams that turned right have opened a lot of crops this year, and they may need manpower, so you go to the house on the right and ask.

I followed the old lady's instructions and turned right onto a downhill road. Nagaotai Village is a hilly area, the terrain is high and low, and the houses are also high and low, unlike our house, which is neat and tidy.

I came to the house of a house built on a high place on the side of the road, and saw a bald old man about sixty years old sitting in the doorway. I walked over: "Uncle, do you have any dignitaries here who grow watermelons?"

When the old man saw me talking, he hurriedly stood up, thought for a while, and said, "We all grow watermelons here." Go down from here and go down the roadside fruit house just opened up the wasteland this year, maybe someone, can you go over and ask?"

"Thank you then. With that, I continued to walk down. Halfway there, I met another Jeon, and I asked him about the fruit's house. The man pointed to a courtyard with his hand and said, "That is." "Then I found the fruit house.

I was greeted by a tall, thin man in his thirties. He was half a head taller than me, and he seemed shrewd and capable. "Big brother, do you want to grow watermelons here?" I asked him.

"Yes. Where are you? How did you find my home?" "Henan," I said, "I heard that you grow a lot of watermelons in this place, and then I just asked casually and found here." ”

"Oh, oh, come in then. So I followed the fruit to his yard.

That Yang Xinguo's house has three large tiled houses, two side houses on the right, a smaller side house at the entrance of the building on the left, a cement prefabricated ground in the yard, a hand-pressed well in the middle, only chickens and cows, no other animals.

I followed the fruit to his hall, found a place to sit down, and then talked face to face.

Nakashi is a very kind person and a high school student, so we can talk a lot together. According to his own words, his name is Yang Xinguo, and people call him Guozi. He has two brothers, he is the old X.

My brother lives in the mountains not far away. He said he had two daughters, the eldest was 10 years old and the younger was 8 years old. The eldest daughter's name is Yang Ling, and she is now in the fifth grade and has good grades. At this, he raised his head proudly, as if the eldest daughter was his pride.

"I don't have a son," he said, "but I want to raise my daughter to be a college student and not let people laugh at me." "I have never been patriarchal," I said, "but I thought that my daughter would be more filial than my son." ”

"You have the same idea as I do. Yang Xinguo said. Then Yang Xinguo asked me if I had a family, and I said, no. Then we talked about wages. He told me that I worked with him for six dollars a day.

As we talked, night had fallen. I was just about to stand up and ask Yang Xinguo where the toilet in his house was, when I suddenly heard the sound of someone calling for the door outside.

Then Yang Xinguo went over and opened the door. A short black woman walked in with a little girl in one hand. She said to Yang Xinguo as she walked: "I took my two children to my uncle's house first, and when I came back, I met my eldest sister on the way, and after gossiping for a while, I came back late." ”

Then he asked, "Have you cooked?" and "No." There was a Henan worker at home, and I was talking to him about the salary, so I didn't have time to do it. "Where is he?" the woman asked Yang Xinguo.

"That's not. As he spoke, Yang Xinguo pointed his finger at me. By this time, I had walked out of the door of the hall. Seeing Yang Xinguo introduce himself to the woman, I hurriedly stepped forward and called "sister-in-law" again and again. So the women asked their two daughters to call me uncle.

Yang Xinguo and his wife treated me as guests that night. They knew that we Henan people like to eat noodles and don't like rice, so they ate noodles for my family that night.

In this way, I stayed at Yang Xinguo's house.

Because it was not yet the season to plant watermelons, Yang Xinguo asked me to do some chores with my sister-in-law first, and he had to go to a place three or four miles away from his house to see the fish pond, and only came back in the evening.

Don't look at that sister-in-law who doesn't look tall, but she's a good farmer. However, women are calculating, and no matter how capable she is, if a hired worker comes, she will be light. If there is any heavy work, she will stuff it to me, and she will pick it up by herself.

One day, I was beating the land with a nail rake in the wasteland of Yang Xinguo's house, and the sister-in-law came to me and told me halfway that her third sister was here and asked me to go to the market to help her buy some vegetables and come back. I followed her home.

I saw a slender woman with a thin face, average appearance, and plain clothes standing at the door. As soon as she saw her sister-in-law, she hurriedly shouted, "Second sister." "It turns out that the sister-in-law has seven sisters, she also has an eldest sister, and she has recruited a son-in-law at home, this is her third sister, who is twenty-six years old this year, and is still waiting for the boudoir. In addition, she also has two younger brothers and a younger sister (Zhong Xiang's rule, if you have a son, you can also recruit a son-in-law).

The girl said hello to me and went back to the house with her second sister. The two of them muttered and didn't know what to say. After a while, the sister-in-law came out smiling, talking as if she had changed, and asked me to go to the market with his sister to buy some vegetables.

Halfway along the way, she said that her sister had come and asked me to go to the market alone to buy groceries. However, when she returned, she asked me to go with her sister, and who knows what she wanted to sell in her gourd. However, from the tone of her voice, I had already guessed eight x points.

The sister-in-law gave me and her sister a bicycle, and we headed for the market. Along the way, I walked and chatted with the girl.

However, the girl was obviously an uneducated person, and her tone of voice was very much like that of a man, with a big grin, lacking the gentleness and grace that is unique to girls, and giving people a very useless feeling. It's like eating, like a fish in your throat.

Although she secretly expressed her affection to me along the way, I only pretended to be deaf.

When my sister-in-law and I came back from grocery shopping, another girl came to the house. The girl was in her early twelves and wore a blue suit with no buttons and a pink sweater underneath.

She has long hair with a shawl, purple begonia color, and is full of youth. I heard my sister-in-law say that this girl is Yang Xinguo's cousin. They all called her "Rong Wazi." "When the girl saw me, she looked at me, her face turned crimson, and she hid in the house.

My sister-in-law's third sister and I took all the food we bought and put it in the kitchen. At this time, Yang Xinguo came back. He heard that there was a guest at home, so he rushed back.

When I saw that I had nothing to do, I went to help choose the vegetables, and the two girls also helped my sister-in-law with her work. In a few moments, a table of sumptuous dishes was laid out.

Hubei people are warm and don't have much courtesy, so I plan to find a seat and sit down. However, before I went to get the chair, the "Rong Wazi" had already blushed and came to me with a chair: "Henan, you come to sit here." ”

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