When he spoke, he couldn't see the strange stone ridge, which was different from what Sun Minzhen saw from her husband's mouth and from the books. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThis history is more like a mythical story in the mouth of this elderly cart puller.

The reclamation of lakes and fields, the diversion of rivers, and the destruction of embankments all seem to verify the harmfulness of 'women in charge of the house' from different aspects.

"Amitabha!!" What kind of vicissitudes should it be, Mrs. Sun couldn't help but chant the Buddha name.

Minzhen watched her mother listen to the story wholeheartedly, and the sadness of leaving her uncle's house was completely gone, and she sighed in her heart, if she hadn't insisted on coming to the door rashly this time, the two families would not have reached the point where they were about to break off their relationship.

Although Mrs. Wu acted stingily and had no scruples in words, she was the only relative in the end. Even if there has been no contact, it is not a support in my heart for my mother.

"First bitter and then sweet, God is watching it!" Mrs. Sun bowed to the west with her hands appropriately, and these days I heard that Yingtan was going to build a railway, and Minzhen was so sick that she couldn't get out of bed at that time. Mrs. Sun was all about her daughter, and she didn't inquire carefully, and now she remembered again: "It is said that Yingtan is going to build a railway?" From anywhere. Don't they all say, 'If you want to get rich, build roads first,' the days will definitely get better in the future・・・・・・"

Mother's unfinished words are looking forward to my aunt's family, and the days can be rich!

If it's because of the construction of the railway, I'm afraid it's not so easy.

"Hmph..." The driver took out a yellowed towel, wiped the sweat on his neck, and half-wrapped it on his head, and sneered: "Speaking of this road construction, where do you dare to think about the days ahead, you can't pass it in front of you." ”

Sure enough, it is the same as Sun Minzhen knew before, it is easy to say, and the people are afraid that it will not be good for the people to build this railway.

She worked as a trading company, and although she was engaged in the trading of foreign goods, she always wanted to play a role in the laying and construction of the railway. Therefore, I have been working hard to communicate with the Shanghai office of various provinces. Among them, Sichuan and Jiangnan are the leaders, so Minzhen also has a little understanding of the preparation situation.

"I said that we couldn't let the red-haired monster take advantage of us. If we want to build the railway by ourselves, I have never seen it, and after paying the rent on a monthly basis in exchange for some 'shares', in the end we will not be able to eat, and we will have to buy 'shares', and this time we have gone back and forth for ten days and half a month's worth of food. "When it comes to the self-financing of the construction of the railway, the master who pulls the car comes to the fire, and it sounds good, he is the master of his own house, and subscribes to the 'shares', and the railway is his own. But where is the railway? The 'shares' have been bought for more than a year, and he has not even seen it ironclad until now, that is, the family's food stock is getting less and less, but the idle little hooligans in the county are gradually getting richer. However, the wall has ears, who knows where passers-by are coming from, and he doesn't dare to say this in detail.

Mrs. Sun was surprised that this was not quite the same as what she had heard when she was in Shanghai. I ran out of ideas for a while, and subconsciously turned my head to look at my daughter.

Min Zhenwaner: "What this master should say is 'raising shares according to rent, subscribing for grain', and collectively becoming a shareholder of the railway." ”

"Yes, yes, yes, it seems to be like this, my old man has never read, and he can't learn from others, I have heard this little girl." The cart master couldn't learn the sermon sayings, but he didn't leave them for a few years, and when he heard what Minzhen said, he immediately opened his mouth to agree.

After coming back from a study tour in Germany, she is currently working in the Ministry of Railways, and Minzhen knows more than people outside, but it is just about national affairs, and it is not easy to judge, so she has never mentioned it in front of her mother.

Mrs. Sun's eyes are full of pride, the children who go to the girls' school are different, they understand everything.

Minzhen continued to explain to her mother: "Our government wants to build a railway, and foreigners rush to help, and pay for it to be repaired for the people, but we have to admit that whoever built the railway is who's own." That's definitely not going to work, right? There is no such reason, and when the train starts running in the future, there will be a foreign devil standing on Chinese soil in each section and saying that this line is German, the next one is American, and one is Japanese. If they are divided like this, it is really 'the country will not be a country'. ”

"Yes, yes..." Mrs. Sun was like an initiation, and she immediately understood, and couldn't help but echo in a loud voice: "It's like our family is living, and the little twists and turns are quite good, but you don't want to buy a house or land." ”

In fact, things are not so simple, Sun Minzhen looked at the silent coachman in front of her, wisely changed the topic, and told her mother about going to incense after returning to Shanghai.

"It's almost my father's death day, do you still go to the Jade Emperor Temple to offer incense this year? Shouldn't you do a ritual? My father loved lilies the most when he was alive, so this time I bought a bouquet of white lilies, a bouquet of calla lilies, and brought gladiolus. “

Minzhen arranged things in an orderly manner in a few words.

"Who told you these things, and you know to bring gladiolus and calla lilies?" Mrs. Sun patted Minzhen's hand.

"No one needs to tell me, I think so." Sun Minzhen's eyes flashed: "You prepare like this every year, and Mrs. Ma always says that the mountain spring water in the mountain behind the Jade Emperor Temple is good, and every time we go, she will help bring a bottle." ”

Mrs. Sun felt sad, the children of the poor were in charge of the house early. As an incompetent mother, Minzhen is a girl, she should face up to her innocent age, but she has unknowingly grown into an adult who can be relied on.

The more thoughtful a child is, the easier it is to think about things to the left.

"Oops, one of the gloves has dropped." Minzhen suddenly found that she rummaged through the pocket of her skirt again, except for a handkerchief and a few pieces of change, there was indeed only a pink glove.

"Could it be that it fell to the ground?" Mrs. Sun subconsciously stretched out her head and looked at the road when she came.

Sun Minzhen also poked her head out and glanced at it, and said a little helplessly: "Forget it, forget it, I've walked so far, I don't know which road I lost it on."

Of course, it is also possible that it fell into my aunt's house.

There is always something that I don't find useful when it exists, and even occasionally dislikes it. But in the moment of loss, I began to realize that 'existence is reasonable', but it just happened to be lost.

Minzhen's heart began to feel slightly lost, this glove was also promised, and I don't know where the person is now?