Yang Liufang secretly rejoiced, fortunately, Wang Shan, a local man, had experience, and if he was alone, it was estimated that he would be "killed (died)"!

"I don't know if I can stop when I sprinkle (what). It sometimes takes two or three days when the wind comes. ”

"Then we don't want to starve to death?"

"Don't worry about eating, if you can see Lu Emeng (us), you have to go."

"Yes, third brother." Yang Liu stopped talking, curled up, and conserved his strength. But his stomach growled uncontrollably. Maybe he was hungry and faint, maybe he was really bored, and slowly Yang Liufang fell asleep, and in his dream was his beautiful Yangliu water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

At this moment, Jiangnan is indeed the harvest season, and in Liunan Village, Yang City, Yueqing, Wenzhou, everyone is busy harvesting rice. The persimmons in the yards of Yangliu Fang's house and Liuxia's house are also ripe, and after the baptism of spring and summer wind and rain and the catastrophe of typhoons, they have survived, hanging red on the trees, standing between the unique white walls and green tiles in the south of the Yangtze River, so that the ink Jiangnan has added a touch of rich festive color. Maybe that's the charm of a good harvest.

Yang Liufang is not at home, but Li Tongfu, who lives in his house, can do better than him, regardless of the stuffy heat, he followed Yang's father and Yang's mother to the field to harvest rice, and rushed to do any work. The Yang family's parents also chose delicious food to make for him.

Li Tongfu, who has been displaced for so many years, fully enjoys the warmth of his family and the doting of his parents. In addition to work, I usually listen to the radio, and in the past few days, I have read "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" more than 40 times, and the more I read, the more I feel that it is helpful for my business. Although the story in the book takes place in the land of China thousands of years ago, it tells the weakness of human nature and the layout of the career. Li Tongfu also saw the subtleties, drew inferences from one another, and thought of the business he had done over the years, and there was an urge to take notes and write his impressions in his heart.

During this period, Yang Liugen also came back, just in time for Yang Liufang's father to go to the town to buy meat and come back, he saw him busy weeding in the yard, so he stepped forward to say hello.

"Brother Liugen, is it tired of Nanga (when did you come back)?"

"Oh, kick Guo (Wenzhou dialect: morning). Is there any news from Liu Fang? "Liu Gen still cares about Liu Fang first.

"Yes, a child who saw him in Hangzhou came back to apply for an ID card and came to our house, saying that he had gone to the northwest, but the person has not been whereabouts."

"Alas......" Liu Gen sighed, his voice mixed with remorse and helplessness.

"Is Liu Xia better?"

"It's much better, I can go to school normally. Her mom picks up and drops her up every day. ”

"Oh, that's good, then you're busy, go home and eat guilt (lunch)."

"No need, there is new rice, I'll make some myself."

"That's the trouble, that's it. Don't go back (I'm going back). ”

"Mom's morning, (walk slowly)."

After Yang's father arrived home, he told the old lady that Liu Gen had come back alone, was cleaning up the yard, and prepared two more dishes at noon, so that he could come to the house for dinner.

"He's cleaning up the yard alone, you, go help him!" When Yang's mother heard this, she blamed Yang's father.

"Well, I'll go." Father Yang said as he took the hoe and prepared to go out. Li Tongfu, who was reading a book in Liu Fang's room, heard it, put down the book and walked out, and also wanted to follow, and took Yang's father's hoe casually, Yang's father had to take a shovel again, and the two followed each other out of the yard.

"Call Brother Liugen and come back early for dinner." Yang Mu's voice then sounded.

When he arrived at Yang Liugen's yard, Father Yang didn't say anything, and took Li Tongfu and started working. Liu Gen was not polite to Father Yang, but stopped to dissuade Tongfu.

"Child, you are a guest, how can you work, our brothers can take care of this place."

"Uncle, it's okay, you can arrange me how you use Ah Fang."

"How's that going to work? Alas! How was he when you met Ah Fang? I guess I didn't get hurt. ”

"No, uncle."

"Alas, this kid is all to blame me, and I don't usually give him some pocket money for emergencies."

"Oh, uncle, he met a truck driver on the road, gave him ten dollars, and he bought a pair of shoes. Eating shouldn't be a problem. ”

"Then you haven't seen it in Xizhou again?"

"Nope."

"How did he live? This child, alas! My bad. After Liu Gen finished speaking, he stopped talking and went to work.

The air in the south of the Yangtze River is humid, and in just one or two months, the yard of Yangliugen has been covered with grass, and the three of them were busy until noon to clean up the yard. Liu Gen still didn't fight at noon, and went to Yang Liufang's house for dinner. Mother Yang made six dishes, and then made a jar of rice wine for them to drink.

In the afternoon, the three of them returned to the courtyard of Liugen to pick persimmons, and they took a bamboo from Yangliufang's house and tied it with a sickle as a tool for picking persimmons. Li Tongfu volunteered to climb the ladder, stood on the branch, picked the near with his hands, and took the bamboo tied with a sickle to cut in the distance, and the two old men propped up a sheet below to catch the fallen persimmons, and were busy until the sun was slanting westward, harvesting two baskets full of persimmons. Liu Gen left a basket to take back to the city, and let Yang's father get the rest home, so that Yang's mother could make persimmons or mash persimmon pulp after drying them. After cleaning up, Yang's father asked Li Tongfu to go home and ride a yellow croaker cart to send Liu Gen to the town, and rush to the bus in Wenzhou to return to the city.

When Li Tongfu came by bicycle, there were already two jars of rice wine brewed by Yang Mu's self-brewed rice and a pour of shrimp paste. After helping Liu Gen load a basket of persimmons, Li Tongfu rode a yellow croaker cart and left with Yang's father. As soon as the car was about to leave, Liu Gen remembered something, took out his own key and handed it to Yang's father, so that he could help take care of it. Only then did he get in the car again and leave Liunan Village. Just in time for the villagers to come back from cutting rice, they saw that Yang's father and Liu Gen were reconciled as before, and Yang Liufang's good brother helped his family work again, and the rumors were self-defeating.

On the way, Liu Gen said to Li Tongfu: "Ah Fu, when I saw Ah Fang, I told him that he was a good boy, and his uncle was confused, so he blamed him, let him not blame his uncle." Come back early. ”

"Don't worry, uncle, Ah Fang will understand."

When the two arrived in Yangshi Town, Li Tongfu did not ride the yellow croaker cart back to Liunan Village until he sent Yang Liugen to the long-distance bus to Wenzhou.

At this moment, Yang Liufang, who was far away on the Yangguan Road of the Han King of Sichuan in Xizhou, woke up, his hunger was even stronger, he was a little dizzy, and he was weak to speak.

"Third brother, I'm so hungry."

"Me too, damn it, no matter, I'll go get food." Wang Shan said and pushed the mattress to Yang Liufang, and went to the car to find food by himself. Due to the bumps of the carriage and the fierce blowing of the wind, the food prepared by Yinhua's mother, as well as the remaining dozens of large needles, have long been missing, and even Yang Liufang's toiletries cannot be found.

Wang Shan curled his arms, covered his mouth and nose, and groped around the trees on the ground at the back of the car. I didn't dare to open my eyes for fear that the wind and sand would blind me, so I could only pull it out and put it under my nose to smell it. He smelled the smell of the pot helmet, and he was extremely excited, and he was choked on a mouthful of wind and sand before he could speak.

"Ahem, ahem, mamma, ahem......" The bag fell to the ground again. Wang Shan picked it up again, and the wet stuff in the bag flowed out, Wang Shan thought that it was a broken egg, but he couldn't hesitate, and took the bag around the wheel and got back to the bottom of the carriage. Hurriedly pulled the mattress over his head, and slowed down for a while before he stopped coughing.