On November 1, 1987, the 13th National Congress of the Communist Party of China (CPC) concluded in Beijing. Newspapers of all sizes at home and abroad are conveying important information, the reform of the economic and political systems has been put on the agenda, and the initial stage of socialism and the party's basic line have been established.

However, such a national news in Yangjiawan cannot withstand the roar of Yang Zegui's motorized appliances. An endless stream of villagers either carried or carried wheat and rice to his house for processing. Yang Zegui surrounds those machines every day, accomplishing his mission with the help of customers. Compared with going to the ground, although there will be a lot of dust, it can be regarded as a quite "decent" way to live. Yang Laosi found his tunic suit, carrying a pen and a small notebook in his jacket, the amount of processing every day is clear in the notebook, and occasionally a few villagers who are on credit will also leave their names on his notebook.

Shufen also forgot a lot of troubles in the roar of such a machine, but this letter from Hercy made her worry again. Even though the package that came with all kinds of wigs she liked, she still couldn't be happier.

The person who sent the letter was not Fu Shun, but Xiang Yu. In the letter, she said that Fushun was indifferent to her, as well as the misunderstanding that happened later and Fushun's avoidance, and this girl, who didn't even have a chance to explain, had to write the letter to Yangjiawan.

Shufen began to re-examine the relationship between Brother Fushun and Xiangyu. Don't underestimate our rural children, in the face of feelings, they are a lot of analysis or more rational. Brother Fushun is a helpless orphan with a pair of hard-working hands, and he is also a genius with a super high IQ. But what is there about him that is worthy of a girl's life? Shufen recalled vigorously, and then smiled bitterly - it was definitely impossible to let herself marry him anyway!

Perhaps, Xiang Yu is to Brother Fu Shun, just like he is to Teacher Tian and He Pan, that is just an initial admiration. This kind of affection will change over time and the changes in the other person's life, and now recalling that feeling, Shufen can say with certainty: "That's not love!" The reason why the nascent feeling in Xiang Yu's heart can be maintained for so many years is mainly because Brother Fushun has not changed. That simple rural baby, if she really marries herself at this time and becomes the son-in-law of the Yang family, Xiangyu will only suffer for a while, and then start her new life.

Shufen took the letter and looked at the sky lined up with herringbone geese. How vast the world is beyond the sky and the mountains! And Xiang Yu is the returning goose who has wandered in the vast sky; Brother Fushun is just a wild eagle that escaped from this mountain. Noble geese and sloppy wild eagles, although you can all soar in the sky, but you all have your own airspace, especially geese, you also have your own flock of geese that cannot be separated. The wild eagle may one day become an eagle, but who knows how long that day will last? Even if Brother Fushun becomes a great eagle, the trajectory of his flight will not be synchronized with the flock of geese.

Therefore, Shufen understands Brother Fushun. But since Sister Xiangyu communicates with her so sincerely, she can't ignore it! Hey, this reply made it difficult for her! It's Brother Fushun, and the letters in the past two months have not mentioned anything about his relationship with Xiang Yu.

Shufen put down the letter and picked up a newspaper in her hand. During this period, newspapers from the central to the local government were reporting on the "13th National Congress", which was also the news she paid the most attention to. Our women's director, in the process of reading newspapers for a long time, has developed some basic news thinking and political thinking, and she can even predict what kind of changes will occur in this small mountain village through the policy changes of governments at all levels.

"The state regulates the market, and the market guides the enterprise", these twelve words made the little girl ponder for a long time. Although she can't say why, she has vaguely predicted that China's economic policy will change dramatically, and judging by the coastal companies reported in the newspapers, this change has already begun.

After reading several pages of the "People's Daily" and the provincial newspaper, Shufen turned up the "special paper for pasting the wall" "Jianan Daily". An article on the third page of the newspaper entitled "On the Development of Rural Economy in the Western Mountainous Areas" attracted her. The article not only uses a large number of detailed figures to explain the poverty and backwardness in the western part of Jiacang and several neighboring counties and townships, but also deeply analyzes the causes of poverty, and proposes to solve the rural economic problems in mountainous areas from eight aspects, including "giving play to the leading role of village cadres, implementing policies benefiting farmers at all levels, and strengthening infrastructure construction".

Shufen found a small book and copied a lot, and then noticed the authors of this article - Nie Renhao and Wang Guangwen. It has been more than half a year since County Magistrate Nie returned to Linmu, and when she first came back, she came to Yangjiawan to see herself, and she closed herself off at that time and didn't say a few words. I heard Guangwen say before that Township Chief Nie was "degraded" when he came back, which is equivalent to the ancient concubines being "beaten into the cold palace".

Shufen took the newspaper and walked around the processing room to the pear orchard behind the house. The autumn wind and autumn rain have already plucked the pear leaves, and the leaves spread on the ground are turning into fertilizer; The low pear trees are ready to hibernate, and only the rhizomes rooted in the cow dung heap are still tirelessly absorbing nutrients; The branches are messy but not messy, many but not high, and they are washed by wind and rain, and still maintain the true color of gray ink.

"Take a moment to see him," Shufen thought, "Uncle Nie is a great man!" ”

Shufen thought of Uncle Seven again, although Uncle Seven was also trying to help her, but she, like her father, was not very willing to accept Uncle Seven's help. In the past, Guangwen would occasionally talk to himself about politics, and when he talked about the time when the county magistrate Nie was demoted back to his hometown, he mentioned the newly promoted Yang Zejin, and finally remembered the relationship between this person and Shufen, and he wanted to stop talking......

Having made up her mind, Shufen set off the next day with a small backpack on her back. I don't know if it's because she insists on taking Dr. He's Chinese medicine, or because of her mood, Shufen's legs and feet are really much more flexible.

When I passed by the He family's courtyard again, the honeysuckle picked by Dr. He had dried up; Dr. He was one hundred and five years old, and as usual, he was lying on a chaise longue on the eaves of the stairs basking in the sun with his eyes closed. Shufen graciously walked past the place that had made her heart beat faster, picked up a sun-dried honeysuckle from the dustpan, and sniffed it on her nose, ah, it was still so fragrant......

Listening to the sound of the water at the hydropower station and the sound of the power plant at the boom, Shufen crossed the dam barrier. On the other side of the river is the boundary of Shiqiao Township, and unlike this side of the river, large orange trees have been hung with green bumps, and after a while they will be "gold ingots". A straight Shiji Road leads downstream along the dry Xiaoshui River to Shiqiao Township and beyond......

The autumn sun shone warmly on Shufen's small back basket, in which were three cute little pumpkins and a dozen catties of white corn. The round little pumpkin is a new variety from Guangwen, although it is not big, but it is unusually sweet; White corn is the seed that Shufen herself selected from last year's yellow corn, and this year she tried to cultivate dozens of plants, which are sweeter, softer and stickier than yellow corn. These are the gifts that Shufen took to visit "Nie Guoren".

"Sister, do you want to sit in the car?" A pickup truck pulled up on the road, a farmer-like driver picks up passengers on the side of the road, and a dozen or so people are already sitting on makeshift wooden benches in the cargo hopper.

"That's a lot of money?" Shufen knew that there were still about four or five kilometers from here to the forest, and if it didn't cost a few dollars to take a car, she was willing to save a little time. What's more, there is a small truck on the Shiji Yellow Muddy Road, which can be regarded as "the first time the big girl gets on the sedan chair"!

"Triangle, get in the car and go!"

Shufen smiled and nodded, and the driver opened the co-pilot's door, let Shufen sit in, and stuck the small back basket at her feet. Not long after, the driver entered the driver's platform, hummed a little tune and drove the pickup truck to the woods!