Baishou lied to his mother, saying that he was taking advantage of the farm to go to Uncle Xiaoming's brick kiln to make bricks for a few days.

My mother believed it, because she had made bricks last year with her white hands, and she could make three or four hundred bricks a day, and she could earn a penny a piece.

In the early morning of the sixth day of the first lunar month, he went out with his white hands and sat by the old stone bridge to wait for Ma Xiaolu and Yu Xiaoming.

The servants met and hurried away.

Just follow with your white hands, listen more and watch less when you are outside, this is the way to go out taught by the elders.

In front of two friends too.

When they arrived at Wenqiao Street, it was not yet dawn, and the servants filled their stomachs at the roadside food stalls.

Yu Xiaoming didn't finish eating, got up and left, sneaky.

The white hand was too lazy to ask, and Ma Xiaolu didn't explain.

After a while, Yu Xiaoming came back, followed by five people, all of whom were tightly covered, and they might not be able to see their faces in broad daylight.

Yu Xiaoming led the five people over, and he didn't greet Bai Shou and Ma Xiaolu, as if he didn't know each other.

Ma Xiaolu got up and followed Yu Xiaoming and them, and his white hand hurriedly followed.

"Xiaobai, your face is too handsome, easy to remember."

"What do you mean?"

Ma Xiaolu took out a small medicine bottle, threw it to Bai Hand and said, "Wipe it." ”

"What?"

"Pot ash. Remember, from now on, I don't know you, you don't know me, you don't know anyone. ”

With his white hands comprehending, he opened the small medicine bottle as he walked, poured out a little pot ash, and wiped it on his face.

Outside the street, there was a walk-behind tractor parked on the road, and the trailer behind it was still tied to a canvas canopy.

Next to the tractor stood a bald middle-aged man.

When the bald head saw Ma Xiaoyue and Yu Xiaoming, he nodded first, and then waved his hand.

Yu Xiaoming and the others got into the drag bucket one by one, and Ma Xiaolu also got into it with his white hands.

The tractor swooped up.

The tow bucket is only two meters long and one and a half meters wide, and it can barely seat ten people.

But before they went up, there were already more than a dozen people in the car, and with them, there were twenty-five people.

The crowd was so fast that it was breathless, the canvas canopy was also tightly wrapped, and it was so hot that the white hands almost spit out the two steamed buns and a bowl of soy milk for breakfast.

This is the first time that a white hand has left the county border.

From Wenlin County in Tianzhou Region to Liuqing County in Wenzhou City, there are two highways that connect each other.

A national highway, which leads to Liuqing through the county seat, is a winding mountain road.

The other is the Haiphong Highway that the tractor is now taking, along the coastline, although it does not go through mountains and rivers, but it is more than 20 miles longer than the national highway.

The white hand does not know, how long the tractor has been running, how many roads it has run, and it has stopped anyway.

Ma Xiaolu shouted: "It's all down, stay in the old place." ”

The white hand was about to follow, but was dragged back by Ma Xiaolu, "Not including you." ”

Only the white hand and Ma Xiaolu and Yu Xiaoming were left in the drag.

Yu Xiaoming patted the iron baffle of the tractor with his hand, "Brother Guang, let's go." ”

The tractor swooped up again.

Yu Xiaoming smiled at the white hand and said, "Brother, take you to Liuqing County for a walk." ”

"Shouldn't I go down?" The white hand knows who he is.

"My own brother, no." Ma Xiaolu said with a smile: "However, your black face should be washed, otherwise it will frighten the Liuqing people." ”

Yu Xiaoming took a military kettle, took it with his white hands, poured some water, and washed his face.

"Hey, why are you so mysterious?"

Ma Xiaolu said: "I'm afraid that someone will have an accident, so I'll recruit you out." ”

"So, why did you come so early?"

Yu Xiaoming said: "From eight o'clock in the morning to four o'clock in the afternoon, there are four cards in two counties and two districts on the road, and I can't get over." ”

The white hand nodded and stopped asking.

But Ma Xiaolu took the initiative to introduce: "The people who got off the car were all recruited by me, Xiao Ming and Brother Guang, and they were all helpers. They had to come in the morning, and they had to stay in a village until four or five o'clock in the afternoon. Brother Guang is a person from that village, taking the goods here and shipping there, all of them are broken out by Brother Guang. ”

Yu Xiaoming said: "Brother, we have told Brother Guang about your situation. ”

The white hand only listens and does not speak.

When I arrived in Liuqing County, the tractor was parked in an abandoned factory.

Brother Guang, who drove a tractor, left without looking back.

Ma Xiaolu and Yu Xiaoming also had their own way, took their hands out of the factory, and made an appointment to meet here at four o'clock in the afternoon, leaving their hands behind, and going their own way.

Bai Shou scolded happily in his heart, these two dogs, didn't they say that they took me around, just like that.

Now that you're here, let's go out for a walk.

The white hand first walked around the ruined factory, remembering the features and directions, and then walked out into the street.

This Liuqing county, the national highway passes through the city, but it is much more prosperous than Wenlin County, the streets are full of shops on both sides, and people come and go very lively.

After turning his hands for more than an hour, he suddenly remembered his scalping friend, Old Wei Wei Heping.

This Wenzhou dialect is like a foreign dialect, and the white-handed Mandarin is not reliable, and it took a lot of effort for the boss to ask where the old Wei's family was.

But when I arrived at the door of Lao Wei's house, I suddenly remembered that today was the market day of Wenqiao Street, and Lao Wei should be on Wenqiao Street now.

Lao Wei is not at home, so he shouldn't come to the door with white hands.

The white hand had no choice but to turn away.

But as soon as he walked a few dozen meters, Bai Shou felt that someone was following him.

Turning into the small alley, he took a few steps, and his white hand suddenly stopped and turned around at the bend, and he was colliding with the person who was following him.

"Old Wei."

"Brother Xiaobai, oops, it's really you."

"Old Wei, excuse me."

"Let's go and sit at my house."

Come here, you must go and sit down, "Old Wei, I thought you should be on Wenqiao Street today." ”

"Haha, you're lucky, I have a batch of goods to come out of my store today, and I didn't go to your side."

"What do you sell here?"

"Hardware store."

White-handed followed Lao Wei into the store, sat down at the back stockpile, took a bottle of soda handed by Lao Wei, and drank half a bottle in a row.

Lao Wei smiled and asked, "What's the matter, you're finally going to enter that Dao?" ”

The white hand face was ashamed, and he told the dilemma at home, "Old Wei, I am really desperate." The debt of one hundred and forty yuan, with my farming and pig raising and dumping tickets, and my large family, I don't know when and when it will be paid off. ”

"Understand, understand, understand." Lao Wei nodded and said, "Brother Xiaobai, you are right. Horses have no night grass and no fertilizer, people have no foreign wealth and no wealth, it is not wrong to keep to yourself, and sometimes it is right to take a little risk. ”

The white hand said embarrassedly: "Let the old brother laugh." ”

Lao Wei laughed quietly: "Wealth is in danger, who laughs at whom." To tell you the truth, brother, a third of the goods in my store also come from the sea. ”

In this way, the white palm is much better, a hundred steps and fifty steps, who laughs at whom.

Lao Wei invited his hands to eat and drank some wine.

When parting, Lao Wei instructed Bai Shou that if he encountered trouble here in the future, he could go to him.

Bai Shou knew the Tao in it, and solemnly promised not to tell Ma Xiaolu about the private exchanges between the two.

At a quarter of four, he returned to the broken factory with his white hands.