It is the busy autumn season when the crops bow their heads to the earth and the farmers bend down to pick up gifts. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wang Quan didn't know how many times he walked the road from the township government to the small village where he lived when he was young, and the potholed road was far from being as wide and flat as it is now. This road is like a long scroll full of childhood stories, and with every step Wang Quan takes, he can read heart-pounding chapters. A few years ago, when Wang Quan walked on this familiar road, he seemed to be able to find his childhood footprints, but later this road became more and more rusty, the cement road was clean and flat, the roadside trees grew into wood, and his footprints have been permanently collected by the earth.

For many years, when Wang Quan visited his home, it was usually his brother Wang Yong who went to the bus stop to pick him up, and Wang Yong proudly walked in front of him with his bicycle pushing Wang Quan's bag, and his body was full of envious eyes. Wang Quan followed behind Wang Yong, with a few boxes of cigarettes in his pocket, and when he met an acquaintance, he would stop and hand over a cigarette and say a few words, a distance of one and a half kilometers, sometimes walking for dozens of minutes, sometimes walking for an hour or two.

Because this time the old father came back with him, Wang Yong asked his son to drive the walk-behind tractor to send the old man home first, and he accompanied Wang Quan to walk home.

Wang Quan visited his home for the first time after retirement, and he had a strange feeling in his heart that was different from the past; when he came back this time, he no longer had to count the days of returning to the team with his fingers, nor did he have to worry about whether the work he was in charge of would be affected after he left the army, and now he could live at home for as long as he wanted.

Young men and women walked out, and the elderly and children stayed behind. Although there are many people in the village who go out to work, because it is the busy autumn season, there are not a few people working in the fields, but there are not many people working in the fields, but there are not many people in the village, and the children are still in the summer vacation, they follow the adults, and they play while working.

The fertile land gives fruit and joy to the toiling people.

As long as Wang Quan saw someone working in the crop field, it was still the old habit, so he walked over and said hello to them, or handed them a cigarette, or chatted a few words.

The small river at the edge of the village has always been the place where Wang Quan has been haunted by his dreams since he left his hometown, and the water is not as clear as it was then, but because of the pollution from the factories and mines upstream, it is as muddy as the sad tears of the elderly. Although the stone lion at the head of the bridge was hit by cars and tractors, it was unrecognizable, but still stuck to its post without regrets, it still looked indifferent when it saw Wang Quan, and Wang Quan still felt very cordial when he saw it.

Wang Quan's parents used to live in the old house, but after his mother died, the old father moved to his brother Wang Yong's house.

Wang Yong's yard is not big, but it is very clean, Wang Quan just walked into the yard, in the corral by the corner of the wall, there was a welcome speech from the pigs and sheep, and a few roosters and hens under the eaves were like no one around, "clucking" and spitting out words, as if it was a beginner in a foreign language practicing pronunciation.

Wang Quan feels that everything in his hometown is so familiar, and no matter what he sees, he can bring back good memories of the past.

Although Wang Yong is only three years older than Wang Quan, because people in the countryside get married early, his two grandchildren, the younger one is called Xiaobao, who is three years old this year, and the eldest is called Dabao, who is already seven years old. Wang Quan likes to tease the children, take out the gifts they bring to them, and after a while, they will get acquainted with the two little guys, the little brothers surround Wang Quan, you say "Second Master", he says "Second Master", and Wang Quan is so happy that he can't close his mouth.

Wang Quan's home was only a few dozen meters away from Wang Yueying's home, and Wang Quan sent some of the good wine, cigarettes, and snacks brought back from the city to his father-in-law and mother-in-law. Wang Yueying's parents live with their youngest son, the two old people are not in good health, and when they see their son-in-law and think of their daughter, they can't help but cry. Wang Quan comforted the old man, saying that he would often come to visit them during the period of living in his hometown, and then left them some living expenses and went back to his home.

On the willow tops of the moon, smoke rises everywhere, and people who have worked hard in the fields all day return home, and begin to take a short rest and accumulate physical strength for the next day's work.

As soon as Wang Quan put down his job, the village party secretary brought a young man to see him.

The village party secretary is Wang Quan's nephew, his face is much older than his actual age, his hair is frosty and snowy, his face is bronzed with too much ultraviolet rays, and the wrinkles on his forehead write all his experience of suffering in the countryside.

"Uncle Quan, when you were in power, we knew that you were busy with work and didn't bother you, but now that you have retired, you have to take some time to come up with ideas for the development of our village and think of a way." The village party secretary begged Wang Quan with a pious face.

"I, a retired cadre, have an unclear situation in the village, and the information outside is not working, how can I come up with ideas and find ways for the development of the village?" Wang Quan's trust and promotion of the village party secretary are sincerely fearful.

"You can't say that, you have been out there for so many years, and you have been a leader, standing tall, seeing far, and being well-informed, and now even if you retire, you have more vision than those of us who carry the sun during the day and the moon at night, and only know how to dig and eat from the soil on one acre and three points of land. Uncle Yao Datou of Dongzhuang was originally the director of the provincial capital, and after retirement, he returned to his hometown to lead the villagers to develop planting, breeding and deep processing of agricultural products, and in two years the villagers were lifted out of poverty and became rich. Now the people in our village have a little money in their hands, and they all want to make a name for themselves, but they don't know where to start. ”

"You mean to let me go home and take everyone out of poverty and get rich?"

"It's not for you to do it with a bunch of people." The village party secretary pointed to the young man who came with him and said, "He is the director of the village committee of our village, and we want you to be our staff officer and come up with ideas. I heard that in the past, you were engaged in political education in the army, and you often gave party lectures and lectures on the situation to people, and you were especially good at doing ideological work. ”

Wang Quan's face turned red when he said the words of the village party secretary, and he said with some embarrassment: "I dare to give lectures and talk about the situation to people from time to time, but I am just doing some specific work in political work. I have to think about things like being a staff officer and coming up with ideas, and I can't mislead you if I still can't figure out some things. ”

The two young men chatted with Wang Quan for a long time before leaving.

According to local customs, a wanderer who has returned for the first time after a long time has to go to the grave of the deceased elderly. The day after Wang Quan returned home, he asked his nephew to go to the commissary to buy some incense and paper money to pay respects at his mother's grave.

Dabao and Xiaobao both shouted to go to the cemetery with the second master.

Wang Yong said: "Xiaobao can go with the second master, and Dabao does holiday homework at home, so don't go." ”

Dabao didn't do it, and begged his grandfather to say, "My summer vacation homework is almost finished, so let me go with my second master!" ”