"Uncle, here's this." As soon as he arrived in front of the vegetable farmer's uncle, Yang Liufang couldn't wait to take out a piece of soap and a pencil from his handbag and handed them over.

"I can't do it, I can't make it......" The vegetable farmer uncle tried his best to push it off with his rough hands, and stood helplessly in the middle of the eggplant plant, afraid of stepping on the branches of the eggplant, and did not dare to move, so he accepted it after several shirks.

"Uncle, I still need some of this." Yang Liufang took out the plastic inner bag for fertilizer that his uncle gave him last time, and pointed to the tomatoes next to him.

"Oh, (I'm) pick it for you." The vegetable farmer carefully walked out of the field full of eggplants to pick tomatoes for Yanagi. People can always exchange sincerity for sincerity, the so-called sincerity, gold and stone for the open.

Uncle Vegetable Farmer deftly walked in the tomato field, picking a big and bright red tomato and picking more than a dozen of them, until Liu Fang shouted: "Uncle, enough, enough, too much, I can't lift it!" The uncle stopped, and went to pick two large melons in the melon plot before stopping.

Yang Liufang took it, felt heavy, put it on the ground, took out 2 cents and handed it to the vegetable farmer. This time, the vegetable farmer uncle said that he didn't want anything, and the anxious uncle showed a look of anger on his face, and said Xizhou dialect such as "can't ask for money" in his mouth. Yang Liufang had no choice but to put it away, picked up the plastic bag containing a lot of tomatoes and two melons, and got up to say goodbye to his uncle. But when he got to the ground, he still lifted the curtain and put the money on the Mazha bed where he had slept before leaving. Then learn from the uncle to stop the car on the highway.

Although it was only the second time, Yang Liufang was already familiar with the road, and he hoped that he could directly stop the tractor that was going to the unknown three-way intersection that almost trapped him, of course, in order to be able to arrive at the three-way intersection earlier, if there was a truck going to the oil field to carry him all the way, it was also a good choice.

Yang Liufang walked to the side of the road, and saw a military truck coming from a distance, just stood still, and before he stretched out his hand, he heard a familiar voice in the roar of the truck: "Oh, the little brother who sells needlework and thread, waiting for the car?" ”

"Ahh Brother, it's you. Seeing that it was the car of the soldier brother that the vegetable farmer uncle helped him stop last time, Yang Liufang was also very surprised, "Yes, I still go to the mountain village." ”

"Come on." Before Liu Fang could agree, the enthusiastic brother had already opened the car door on the other side.

"Thank you, brother." Liu Fang walked around the front of the car, climbed up and sat down, and Brother Bing started the truck.

"How far did you go last time? How are your needles and threads selling? ”

"Brother, the distance is not counted, I picked up a tractor that pulls coal, and then walked more than ten kilometers, got on a donkey cart that pulled water, and arrived at a place called Stone Village far away. With the help of the village leaders, the goods sold very well. This is not to buy again, Yang Liufang raised the handbag. ”

"Oh, that's hard enough, but it's good to be able to earn money and help the villagers. By the way, I haven't asked you what your name is? Doesn't look like you're big? ”

"Brother, my name is Yang Liufang, and I am 17 years old this year."

"Southerners, huh? Coming out to business at the age of 17? ”

"Yes. Alas! The family is poor, and there is no way. ”

"Three years younger than me, don't worry, Brother Yang, now that the reform and opening up, the policy is good, work hard, everyone's life will be better." Brother Bing held the steering wheel, staring into the distance, his voice was full of confidence.

"Brother, what's your name?"

"My name is Qin Jiajun, and I have been a car soldier for 2 years. By the way, I usually pass by Yantan around 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and if you need to take a car in the future, we can meet at this point in time. ”

"That's great, thank you, brother."

Maybe people like to walk together, so that there will be no loneliness. The two chatted in the car without a ride, and before they knew it, they arrived at the oil field. In the vast oil field, rows of "kowtow machines" work the loess plateau, which is high and high, up and down, and it is spectacular.

Yang Liufang thanked him and gratefully left a big melon for his brother Qin Jiajun. They tied a tote bag full of goods and a plastic bag containing tomatoes and melons to form a "blanket" and put it on their shoulders, and walked towards the loess road leading to the three-way intersection.

With the first experience, Yang Liufang knew that the tractor pulling coal would definitely come, so he was not in a hurry. When you are tired, stop and rest, and when you are thirsty, eat tomatoes to quench your thirst. As the sound got closer and closer, as far as the eye could see, a walk-behind tractor in the distance drove over in the ravine with the ups and downs of the loess road, and clouds of white smoke came out of the chimney. The dust rolled up by the wheels submerged the lower part, and the driver sat on the seat like a cloud, and soon arrived in front of Liu Fang. He wore a beige straw hat, and in the shadow of the straw hat, he had a bronze face peculiar to a man on the Loess Plateau, and he was the same as the northwestern men he had seen, such as the vegetable farmer uncle and the stone village chief, and he could not tell his age from his face alone.

"Hello uncle, can I take a ride? Or how much do you see? Yang Liufang said loudly to the driver, thinking that out of respect, being older will always leave a good impression.

"Casa (no problem), come up, take you along the way, don't want money." The master patted the seat next to him and asked Liu Fang to sit down. After Liu Fang went up and sat down, he hurriedly took out a tomato from the plastic bag, wiped it with the hem of the vest, and handed it to the master before the car started.

"Uncle, you eat this to quench your thirst."

"Oh, yes, yes."

"Which onion (village) are you going to?" The master asked, swallowing a mouthful of tomatoes, his hand ready to loosen the clutch and start the walk-behind tractor.

"Shiyi Village, uncle."

"Nuo (that) onion (village) is not close, you have to walk for a while."

"Yes, uncle, are you over there?"

"Yo" The master ate the tomatoes in his mouth, nodded, and replied in the affirmative.

"That's fine, just leave me there."

"Okay, sit tight."

Yang Liufang sat down obediently, holding the armrest next to the seat with one hand, and holding the handbag and tomato bag tightly in his arms with the other. It wasn't until it was dark that the car arrived at the three-way intersection, and with the help of the dim headlights, Yang Liufang saw that it was the place where he almost "died". He thanked the master, got out of the car and walked in the direction of the well in Stone Village.

The long night was long, and Yang Liufang stopped and stopped, and when he arrived under the low wall by the well, he didn't know what time. It's just that I can vaguely see a piece of white plastic sheeting-like thing, Yang Liufang touched it, it felt soft, and pressed it hard, and it made a whirring sound, and it looked like straw or wheat straw underneath. Yang Liufang suddenly understood that this should be the grass mat left by the stone village chief who was worried that it would be night when he rushed back, and it would be cold when he slew. Thinking of this, Yang Liufang's heart gushed with warmth.