I stayed at home for two days -- maybe two days

Riki couldn't remember a little, but at the moment his mind was like paste, and he was holding eight sheets of manuscript paper with four comics in his hand. In fact, the comics have been completed, and with the approval of more than ten people along the way, the quest progress has increased from 0/1000 to 8/1000. It proves that it is feasible to draw comics instead of painting to hand in tasks, after all, everyone has a "drawing" word.

However, Riki can't be happy at the moment anyway, and it's still the fault of the failure of the last mission.

-- The terrible curse of mystery.

Whenever you go out, there will be a 90% chance of extremely evil curses, and I thought that it would be over after half a year.

However, it was only the next day that Limu felt its power, and it was like being trapped in a nightmare and couldn't find his way to Lu Hui's house. Originally, there was a straight road from Lijia to Lujia, which was one of the only two avenues in the village that could be opened to traffic. As for how he got to the other village road, Riki couldn't remember the detailed plot anyway.

This situation has only appeared in his dreams in his memory, and he clearly sees that home is in front of him, but he can't walk home. Now the memory of the way home is also like a distant memory from a hundred years ago, showing a hazy state. In any case, the ultimate painter system revealed its mysterious surname in front of Riki, and he was helpless like a possessed nightmare, and his stubbornness alone could not escape from his wandering.

I've been staying at home for about two days, and I'm going to get lost when I go out, and I'm in terrible condition......

The scorching afternoon sun poured down on his back, on his neck, on the top of his head, and pressed heavily on his head, burrowing into his skin with great pain, and sweat crawling on his skin like an abominable worm.

The sweat behind his ears that refused to slip down became more and more uncomfortable for Limu, and he shook his head with exhaustion, shaking off the sweat with great strength. But when he raised his face, he saw that there was an empty field ridge avenue in front of him, surrounded by vegetable fields with sweet potato leaves, and there was a layer of green reflection everywhere, and Limu felt even more uncomfortable.

I knew that I shouldn't have been reckless when I was asked if I was in trouble just now, and I just told them honestly that I was lost, and I needed someone to lead the way, so I had to pretend to be stupid and say that I was here to review the comics...... Indeed, Limu wanted to find Lu Hui's family to evaluate it, but he didn't expect to let the villagers help complete the task by mistake.

The dazzling sunlight flickered on the yellow muddy ground, and the river began to dry up in just a few dozen hours after it receded, although he didn't want to look at the road, but it was just as dazzling when he closed his eyes.

Limu felt helpless and wanted to go straight down the ridge and go straight home from the vegetable field, the six-and-a-half-story building was the product of the Lijia family.

Staggering down two steps down the crumbling mud slope.

But suddenly he found that he couldn't move an inch - his hand was grabbed.

He felt a pain in his wrist and instinctively looked back.

It was a black hand that grabbed her, and it belonged to a woman with relatively dark skin, very strong hands and feet, and even bulging muscles that could be seen.

-- I guess it's a woman.

From her shabby clothes, the slightly open collar that had lost its elastic band, Riki caught a glimpse of the woman's two white breasts. Because the posture is to bend over and pull down, although the chest is only to the extent of A and B, under the pull of gravity, it can be clearly judged that those two pieces are not pectoral muscles.

――Looking at the appearance of the pair of white breasts, it turns out that her face and hands are tanned by the sun......

It's a miracle that a mushy brain can make such a judgment.

It is impossible for Limu to secrete many surnames at this age. hormones, so he stayed only for a moment in her exposed private parts, and turned to look at her face, which was still relatively young, but very characteristic of a rural woman.

"Don't step on my vegetable patch." She said.

"I'm sorry." Riki knew that he had been caught attempting to commit a crime, but he was happy about it, "I'm too tired to walk, think of that downstairs, can you take me there?" I'll give you 20 bucks. ”

Talking directly about money with his mouth closed, although he talks like a rich man, it is very useful at the moment.

The stout village girl looked at Limu with a surprised expression, and saw that he really took out 20 yuan, so she carried him straight on his back and put the money in his pocket.

Riki didn't want to ask her to carry it, but she carried it on her back and relaxed her feet, and suddenly there was a feeling of "finally saved", and the greed for enjoyment had defeated the surname Li, and there was nothing to do if she didn't want to go down by herself.

――It doesn't matter if you're trafficked by traffickers.

At least he could move to a shady place to rest, like a man who was about to drown in the river. Even if he swims out of the shore, he will cling to the rootless float floating on the surface of the river.

……

When she regained consciousness in a daze, she saw her mother's frowning brow, and she reproached:

"What's the matter, it's fun to stay in the sun for so long, heat stroke?"

"Mom, why are you back?"

The sky was still bright, and at this time, my mother was also heading up and driving to make money in the hot summer vacation. Fortunately, my mother has the kind of skin that is not easy to tan, so she is not as dark as the village girl, who is almost out of the yellow level. But Riki still feels a heavy sense of guilt, obviously he can make a lot of money by running it, so that his mother can enjoy life from now on, but he pursues his ideals because of his own selfish desires.

Even if I give up going to school and work hard to paint, I only have an income of five or six thousand manuscript fees a month. Considering the bottomless pit of his father's gambling, Riki did not have the confidence to persuade his mother to give up her job for the time being.

"I heard that you were carried back by someone from heat stroke, your uncle called me, and I won't come back as soon as the BP machine rings." Riki's mother patted her pocket and said.

BP machine, also known as pager, is small in size, as large as half a pack of cigarettes, and can be easily placed in a clothing pocket or pinned to the waist. Once a paging signal is received, it will emit a few slight "b-b-" sounds to alert the person. In order not to disturb others, the sound switch can also be turned off, and the pager just emits bursts of mechanical vibrations.

Although since the second half of 1995, the paging business has gradually lost under the powerful offensive of mobile phones. But there are still very few people who can afford to buy a mobile phone, at that time people commonly or a single-function cluster phone, that is, often called a "big brick", a twenty or thirty thousand yuan can afford it, only the big bosses will use it, holding it in the hand, hanging on the waist is a sign of status.

In fact, it was not until the end of 2006 that the more remote area, Gansu Province in the northwest interior, bid farewell to the "paging era". Therefore, 98 years is still the era of BP machine rampant, Limu's mother uses a waveguide BP machine, basically every adult with a little money will bring one, the end of the 20th century is the peak of BP machine.

At this time, two girls can often be seen walking on the street, and after the girl's friend heard the sound of "b-, b-", he turned on the display switch, and the number asking for a call back appeared on the screen, so her friend took her to find the phone to talk.

This is where Uncle Riki's telephone service originated.

At that time, the market share of BP machines was at its peak, and the sound of BP machines could be heard in all corners of the city. People proudly patted the "electric cricket" on their waist and said, "It's so convenient to have it!" ”

As everyone knows, after PHS came out...... BP phones and landline phones have basically lost the market.

"I heard from your uncle that a tall man carried you back, put you in front of the store and ran away, is it from our village?" Li Xiuli obviously wanted to thank others.

"yes, I don't know ...... either"

In a daze, Riki couldn't even tell which vegetable field he wanted to step on, and the tall man that his uncle said was also different from the woman Riki saw, so Riki, who mistook both men and women, didn't dare to give a positive answer.

Pingnan Village is a large village, with 2,000 to 3,000 villagers, and it is divided into Pingnan Group 1, Pingnan Group 2 and Pingnan Group 3 for the convenience of management. Each group has a population of several hundred households, totaling a population of nearly 1,000 people. If it weren't for the sudden development of Nanhua into a provincial capital city, I am afraid that Pingnan Village would have formed a town of its own, rather than an embarrassing urban village.

However, Nanhua has been listed as a key development area by the state, and urban development can be described as the speed of light. Instead, Pingnan Village became a nutrient absorbed by urban development, squeezed and surrounded by the center of urban development, and eventually became an urban village due to the loss of land, and there was not much land left to grow vegetables.

Some of the people in the village, perhaps under the influence of their ancestors, built high-rise buildings on their homesteads early on, while others had to make a living by growing vegetables on the only remaining vegetable plots. As a result, three groups of people emerged in the village: villagers who made a living by growing vegetables and selling them to city people; villagers who build houses and collect rent; and tenants who rent a house.

"At that time, I wanted to go home from the vegetable field, and he said not to step on his ground, I think it was probably from the same village." Riki said to her mother. I really should thank people, I thought it was just weakness, but I didn't expect it to be heat stroke, and the feeling of drowning was too uncomfortable.

However, the area seems to have been reduced by a third, but in fact it is of no use at all, and the tenants are not villagers who are credited to the population of the village. If there are villagers with high-rise buildings, it is easy to find, but there are still many villagers who grow vegetables among the 3,000 villagers in Pingnan Village, and Limu himself does not know how many groups he went to Pingnan at that time.

Because of the gap in life, there is less and less intersection between the villagers who grow vegetables and the villagers who collect rent. Perhaps nine years ago, when the building was first built, the difference was not so big when the mother fed the pigs and watered the vegetables. But now let a vegetable farmer who drives a taxi all day long, and a vegetable farmer who grows and sells vegetables all day, talk in their spare time -- what common topics do you want to talk about?

Without a common topic, it is difficult to make small talk, and the gap between the villagers is getting bigger and bigger.

Therefore, the object of the pear family's relationship will be the Lu family, and Limu's childhood sweetheart will be Lu Wei, not other children in the back village.

"But don't worry, I've already thanked him......" Riki comforted her mother.

After all, all the twenty dollars in his pocket had been given to him, and it was just a deal.

There is no relationship between exploitation and exploitation among the villagers, renting or selling vegetables is a way of life that does not interfere with each other, but the difference in life is chilling. If Limu's grandfather was not a high school graduate, if it weren't for the electroplating mold that his grandfather invented in the power plant and sold for 10,000 yuan, most of the villagers in Lijia and Houcun are the same at this moment.

-- What should be changed?

Riki gradually realizes the fact that his manga concept was actually born from this village.

It is precisely these ideas that have made his comics rejected by publishers many times, and the idea that is not easily accepted by "that part of the people" because they want to change the world. Like the four-panel comics of the old days, they are full of spikes that publishers dare not touch. Just like the Republic of China banned a large number of newspapers of various parties, at a time when political centralization was relatively centralized, the cartoons drawn by Riki were thorny cartoons.

He was like a lost man with a cactus on his back, and no one dared to receive him into his home, for fear that one of them would be stabbed by a spike.