Ganquan was originally a city dominated by agriculture, but now that sand fixation and afforestation have taken some scale, more and more sand fields have been cultivated, and the graves buried on the edge of the farmland according to the bad customs of the countryside have become the objects that have to be cleaned up.

Anyway, the land on the Gobi Desert is the least valuable, and the government has carved out a large area of barren beach in remote places, and all townships have been relocated in a unified manner.

Moving the grave is a major event in the clan, and some of the rules handed down from the old times still have to be observed, which is very filial piety for Cheng Jia'an, who has to move the grave of his parents, he must be present. What's more, the two brothers have already written several letters urging them, and they are already a little impatient.

The Cheng family knows with peace of mind, the intentions of the two elder brothers are obvious, it is nothing more than money to move the grave, so the lion's head is of course himself, the person who receives the national salary!

Can they still be expected to value money more than their lives?

Cheng Jia'an licked the white foam at the corner of his mouth, took out a military kettle with most of the patent leather on his shoulder from the yellow bag on his shoulder, and drank the only little water in it. touched the satchel that had already dried up, and it was originally the cornmeal bun and a jar of sugar garlic that Li Xiulan had filled for herself, as dry food along the way, but now they have also been wiped out.

He buttoned the gap at the bottom of the bag, took out some steamed bun dregs, threw it into his mouth, and chirped happily.

Now that I'm back again, it's like a sea of vicissitudes, and I'm almost fifty years old, and I'm already four children......

Well, to be precise, it should be the father of "three and a half children".

It's like going through a thousand sails, and it's no longer the words of a teenager when he returns, time is really speechless, it's more rocket than a rocket, and it's not up to anyone at all.

"Hey!"

Looking up at the uninhabited road ahead, Cheng Jia'an let out a sad sigh again.

It seems that when people reach middle age, they often sigh involuntarily, which has become a standard feature of this age.

In the distance, a shepherd drove sporadic lambs, and the vicissitudes of life and loneliness echoed in Cheng Jia'an's ears.

Tuglari goldenrod,

on the Gobi Desert,

The wind is blowing in the sky,

Climb with a stone and climb ......

"Kelala, Kelala......" An old-fashioned liberation truck with a magnificent earth tail followed, and Cheng Jia'an hurriedly stepped forward and waved his hand.

As soon as the car stopped suddenly, the heavy sand and soil were shrouded in rain and mist, and even the figure of the person was blurred for a while.

Anyway, there was a thick hair that was about to grow out of his nostrils, Cheng Jia'an was not worried at all that it would be sucked into his lungs, he squinted his eyes and fanned the gray earthen curtain in front of him with his hat, and heard the driver in the uniform of a blue cloth worker peek out of the car window, and asked in a local dialect of Ganquan: "What are you doing?" ”

"Master, where are you going?" Cheng Jia'an took two small steps and stepped forward to ask.

"Go back to Ganquan City!"

Cheng Jia'an was a little pleased: "Oh, I'll go there too, master, it's convenient to take a section?" ”

"At the end of the mile, come up to Sang!"

Listening to the driver's cheerful response, he looked at the seven or eight gray-faced blue-clothed uniformed workers sitting in the back of the car, one by one with their thin collars erected, their heads shrunk and squeezed together, all leaning on the carriage with their eyes closed and silent, obviously also wilted by the dry freezer in the air.

Cheng Jia'an was about to climb up with his legs and feet on the wheels of the car, but was stopped by the driver, pointed to the position of the co-pilot, and said.

"Wait, don't sit with the group of "miscellaneous bad" (bad guys)! Come, you come up here, the road back to the city is still long, and we can be noisy and ridiculous (chatting)."

"Oh, thank you, master."

There was a seat and he hesitated to sit down, Cheng Jia'an jumped out of the car and got into the cab, smiling shyly at the master.

As soon as the buttocks sat down, he quickly felt in his pocket, found a pack of Peony brand cigarettes, carefully picked out the tin foil wrapped outside with the tip of his fingernails, as meticulous as sewing a wound for a patient, and then gently took out one, stretched out his hand and handed it to the driver: "Get one?" Master! ”

"Hey, you're so smoky, I didn't see it, you're still a leader." The master glanced at the cigarette case in Cheng Jia'an's hand, took the cigarette roll and put it on his nose and sniffed vigorously, his eyes radiating an intoxicating light.

Cheng Jia'an smiled knowingly, then delicately sealed the cigarette case, put it back in his pocket properly, and said with a hint of embarrassment: "No, no, I usually smoke self-rolled, and I usually can't afford to smoke this." ”

"What, when you are a soldier?"

The master turned his head slightly, and looked up and down at Cheng Jia'an's old military uniform.

"Ah, sort of...... Well, it used to be. ”

Such a good cigarette seemed to be reluctant to smoke immediately, and the master gently clamped the cigarette roll that he had been smelling for a long time to his ear, and was a little confused by Cheng Jia'an's answer: "What's wrong (what's wrong)?" ”

"Oh, I used to be a soldier." Cheng Jia'an explained casually, and his mood was a little melancholy.

"Before? What's the matter, changed jobs? The driver asked.

Cheng Jia'an sighed secretly, not knowing how to explain this rather embarrassing question, and held it for a long time before he stumbled and coped: "Yes!" ”

The master turned his head to look at the constipation on Cheng Jia'an's face, and said curiously: "Hey, it seems that there is something difficult (difficult), why do I see that you are not like Ganquan Drip, but you are from a foreign country?" ”

"No, I'm from Ganquan local, oh, from Ganquan Xifeng Township."

"Xifeng Township drops? Then why don't you have any accents! ”

Looking at the driver's talkative look, no wonder he wanted to let himself sit in the co-pilot's seat, the feeling was to treat himself as a lonely chatter on the way, Cheng Jia'an smiled wryly: "I went out with my father early in my early years, and I didn't leave any country accents." ”

The master smashed his mouth, and his rough face showed a bit of envy: "Oh! Let's just talk about it. Oh, it's better for you to be a soldier, eating imperial food every day, and you don't have to worry about any balls, unlike us who are looking for children every day (not pleasing to the eye), tired like a ball grandson every day, and having more babies have to be fine with ditches (bare butts). ”

Listening to the other party's complaints, Cheng Jiaan's head was a little blocked, and he said casually: "Alas, it's difficult for anyone." ”

"Hey, there's no way to compare!"

It seems that the driver master who is five big and three thick really has a gossip aunt's mouth, and along the way, he chatted all the way with high interest, chatted endlessly, and didn't see his throat about to smoke when he drank saliva.

If it weren't for holding the steering wheel, Cheng Jia'an would have thought that he was a public security officer at the police station, and he almost didn't interrogate his ancestors for eighteen generations.

There's no way, who lets you take someone else's car, you can only deal with it with all the questions.

With a "swoop", the bumpy liberation truck stopped at the fork of the dirt road, and the driver said unsatisfactorily: "Comrade, you can only get here, the front goes straight to the county seat, you take the road on the right, which is closer to Xifeng Township." ”

"Oh, okay, okay."

Cheng Jia'an got out of the car, stomped his feet and looked ahead, the master stretched out his head, looked at the weather above his head with a twisted face, and kindly reminded: "Yes, you have to hurry up, you have to walk five or six miles, and see this sandstorm blowing over." ”

Dust storm?

It's another sandstorm!