On the way to the second market, on a thoroughfare large enough for three ox carts to run in parallel, dense cobblestones sink into the dirt, and sturdy oxen make their way slowly.

This time, it was no longer the Wangjiaao caravan traveling alone, but several caravans also came from other forks, all of which were from some nearby villages.

One of the most luxurious.

The carriages are all made of solid hardwood, which is tightly fitted, and the space is huge, and one car can reach the space of one and a half cars of Wangjiaao.

Leading the convoy was a thin old man, with a yellow, brown, red, and black smoking gun in his mouth, and he was swallowing clouds and spitting fog.

The old man's face was full of ravines and ravines, showing the vicissitudes of time, and a pair of cloudy eyes, but they were glowing with a stunning essence, as if he could see through people's hearts.

At a glance, I caught a glimpse of Wangjiaao's convoy and looked at Uncle Rice in the lead, and the wrinkles on my face were like weeping, unscrupulous chrysanthemums.

"Rice baby, this time it's your team leader, oops, this makes me embarrassed to do it, your father, it's not good?"

The old man looked at Uncle Rice playfully as he swallowed the clouds and spit out the fog, as if he had found some kind of fun toy.

Uncle Dao glanced at the old man, and smiled without anger: "Old man Mo, I'm afraid that there is no one in your Mojia Village, at your age, we are all enjoying pure blessings." ”

Old Man Mo shook his head and sighed: "Little baby, why do you say that, old man, I just want to contribute more to the village, can't you let Wang Jiaao run over something." ”

Uncle Dao rolled his eyes helplessly, "Old man, where are there so many disputes between me and mine in our village, so many years, are you still thinking about it?" The old man in my family is happy, he eats and drinks enough, he messes with the guys every day, chats in the col, how comfortable he is, how like you are still running around......"

Old Man Mo opened his mouth and mouthed yellow teeth, "I'm getting old, but I don't want to put it down even more, so it's good to push more while I have the strength to spare." ”

After speaking, Old Man Mo looked at a few radish heads on another ox cart and said with a smile: "This is the future seedling of your caravan?" It looks good, and the spirit is much better than my cubs. ”

Uncle Dao showed a slight smugness, "That's, these are all clever ghosts in the col." ”

An old man and a middle-aged man, looking at each other, all have their own charms, competing against each other, and sympathizing with each other, they are both opponents and friends.

Wang Xiaocong sat on the ox cart, waved the grazing whip from time to time, glanced over there, and asked curiously to Cousin Luo, "Who is that old man?" How do you feel that he and Uncle Rice are talking strangely. ”

The corners of Cousin Luo's mouth twitched slightly, and he smiled: "It's okay, the old grievance, back then, Wangjiaao and Mojia Village were the fastest growing in the vicinity, so naturally-for-tat confrontation was indispensable." ”

"One of the most intense times is this old man Mo and Uncle Dao He, Uncle Dao He, both of them are the leaders of the caravan, stumbling on each other, grabbing customers, grabbing sales, that is all ordinary."

"But Daohe later found that if this continues, it will only hurt both sides, and it will not be beneficial to the development of Aoli, so he plans to go another way, and implements a combination of ordering and sales, and even focuses more on the sales volume of orders, so as to give up some of the benefits of sales, and there is less competition for points."

"And when Old Man Mo found this, he wanted to follow the trend, but he couldn't let it go, and at the same time, considering that if he followed the trend, maybe the dispute would be more fierce again, resulting in no benefit to the two families, so he acquiesced in this division method."

"This is how it has come over the years, Wangjiaao focuses on ordering, preparing things according to customer requirements, and delivering them on time, Mojiacun focuses on spot sales, and the caravan is basically walking on the business road all year round."

Wang Xiaocong seems to understand whether he understands or not, but fortunately, he understands that Wangjiaao and Mojiacun are a pair of happy enemies, and they are all fighting for a breath.

The rest of the teenagers also listened to the story with relish.

A teenager clenched his fists and said in a low voice: "Grandpa Daohe is really amazing, he can come up with such a way to solve the dilemma, and I will be like this in the future!" ”

Cousin Luo glanced at him and said with a smile: "Yes, everyone will become such a person, and everyone in the col will become!" ”

High morale and vigorous vigor spread on this little ox cart, and my heart was full of hope and expectation.

The long convoys, like a long snake winding and a dragon stretching its body, are heading towards their destination.

On both sides of the road, sometimes there are gurgling waters, sometimes rolling green hills, undulating crop stalks, and dense and lush fertile grass......

After crossing this long trade route, the people came to the second bazaar, and after picking up the predetermined things, they set off again and headed for the final goal.

The closer you get to the town, the more and more the convoy increases, many of which are luxurious, and the convoy is magnificent and imposing.

But at the same time, there are also low-key people, loaded with warehouses of high-quality goods, silently marching.

It took four days to cross the first and second markets and approach the town.

A large winding river, mighty and lurking in the distance, roared like a dragon, and bubbling water gushed out, nourishing the paddy fields and various crops planted all around.

The brick and stone bungalows and small buildings that Wang Xiaocong had never seen before impacted his vision.

The spacious, flat gray and white roads extend from the town in all directions, forming more than ten main roads with the town as the center, covering a radius of dozens of miles.

The ox cart traveled on the road, and there were no bumps on the dirt road before, it was stable and comfortable, as if it had come to a beautiful heaven.

The first few teenagers were stunned, even if Cousin Luo, who had been here twice, was shocked and envious every time, how happy it should be to live in such a place.

"Little cubs, pay attention, don't run blindly when you enter the town, if you can't find anyone, I'm afraid that your Uncle Rice will be beaten to death by your father and mother when you go back!"

At this time, Uncle Rice's joking shouting came, and several teenagers were laughing.

A young man's eyes rolled around and shouted, "I'm going to run, I'm going to run, I'm going to run, if you can't find me, I'll live in it, how good!" ”

Uncle Rice glanced at him from afar, and said with a smile: "Do you want to live inside?" It's simple, first of all, you have to have a hukou in it, anyway, there are only three or two people in the whole Wangjiaao who are qualified to live in it. ”

"If you are a little clever ghost and have no hukou, I am afraid that it will not be long before you go to work as a laborer for a large family, not to mention that the food is worse than that of the col, and you will do dirty work and tiring work, if the task is not completed, you will not even be able to manage the food."

"Now, do you still want to stay inside?"

Uncle Rice teased and intimidated, but with the real words, the young man shrunk his neck, looked at the time in the distance like heaven, and muttered, "Won't it? Looks good, huh? ”

Cousin Luo sighed helplessly, "I advise you to give up if you have similar thoughts, you will only live a more difficult life than the outside if you have no money and no hukou, and a good life will also bring a huge burden." ”

"If you really want to live in it and want to live well, then work hard, develop the valley, and make yourself rich, which is the right way."

The confusion in Wang Xiaocong's eyes gradually dissipated, and the young man's thoughts just now did flash in his mind for a moment, leaving a shallow imprint, and at this time, Cousin Luo and Uncle Rice took the lead to completely erase this imprint.

"It turns out that no matter where it is, it has its own difficulties and benefits, perhaps, the col is not good, but it is definitely not worse than anywhere." Wang Xiaocong whispered silently in his heart.

With the sound of the wheel, the ox cart drove into this place that seemed to be heavenly.

Small buildings, bungalows, dotted around, wide and flat gray and white roads intertwined and shuttled, the sound of hot selling, the small shops opened by every household, the pedestrians walking in a hurry, the traders who carried and carried the goods towards the trading place, a picture full of vitality and fresh life......

The ox cart crosses the fixed road, and the truckload of goods is constantly unloaded in the process, but for a while, everyone is sweating profusely, and under the customer's satisfied expression, continue to the next one.

Uncle Rice commanded the convoy and completed the plan in an orderly manner, from early morning until more than five o'clock in the afternoon, and ate some dry food in the middle, which was about a quarter of the completion of the task.

But this is already the limit, everyone is exhausted, but the face is also full of happy smiles, busy, it means the harvest, it means that the next days will be better and better.

……

In the blink of an eye, two days passed, and the town spent the night, also sleeping in the ox cart, and the ox cart had a fixed stopping place, but the cost was not small.

But there is no way, ox carts are not allowed to stop at will in the town, and unless they are far away, at least outside the road spread area, they will also be warned and even punished.

If you choose to go out, back and forth, at least more than two hours will pass, it is too wasteful of time, and the bumps in the back and forth will also greatly affect everyone's motivation.

Therefore, I had to choose to park in the exclusive area of the town, and the little price I paid was a small matter compared to the benefits and efficiency obtained.

……

On the last day in the town, Uncle Dao took Wang Xiaocong and Cousin Luo, as well as some sturdy people and three ox carts, and walked towards the fruit market, which was the last task of this business......