The seasonal climate affects the water level of the Yangtze River, and the water level of the Yangtze River has dropped very much this summer, and the platform for the original ferry boat is more than 10 meters above the water surface, which is no longer usable.

The existing temporary mooring point is only a loess bag above the water that descends from the shore slope.

The people who crossed the river lined up one after another, waiting for the people on the boat to put a wooden plank on the dirt bag, and they could get on the boat by stepping on the plank.

Nanhu Town and Yanji are both small ferries, and the boats are also the most quaint wooden boats, which have to be paddled by man from this side of the river to the other side of the river.

Ferrying is also a formal job, and there are six oars on this boat, all of whom are young and strong laborers.

But even so, when the ship reached the other side, it took a full hour and forty minutes.

Seeing Lu Miao's frequent distractions, Gu Ying pushed her and signaled that she was going to get off the boat.

Lu Miao came back to her senses, took her things and followed the crowd to get off the boat and go ashore, the wind by the river was very strong, and she was afraid that her hat would be swept away by the wind, so she brushed her little hand over her head and pressed her hat tightly.

"The boat crossing the river is said to be four trips, but in fact, there are two classes, one is from our Nanhu Lake, and the other is from Yanji, and they each run back and forth in the morning and afternoon every day."

Gu Ying walked beside Lu Miao and explained softly:

"The boat we came over is the return boat from Yanji to us at half past five in the morning...... In the future, if you are going to take a boat alone, you will have to remember this point in time. ”

Lu Miao nodded hurriedly, Gu Ying grabbed her wrist, and smiled sincerely and gently:

"Look at the foot, you have to walk a little more to the town of Yanji from here, and you can't trip and fall and get hurt."

"Huh!"

On the Yangtze River side of Yanji, except for local households, all farmland is grown with fine grains and economic agricultural products.

For example, the endless green grass seedlings.

For example, the cotton fields that are whitening one after another.

Another example is the dense sugarcane fields that stand out among the few flat fields.

Just glanced at it in a trance, and he didn't even need to look closely to tell the gap between Yanji and Nanhu Formation.

Later, in the villages he passed by, Lu Miao noticed that although the members he met along the way were also poor, most of them were still full of blood and complexion, and there were relatively few patches on the clothes on their bodies.

Every time you walk through a few houses, you can smell a familiar fragrance of flowers.

Lu Miao was curious to look for it, and soon noticed that a gardenia branch in the courtyard of the house on the side was trembling and leaning out of the wall, swaying in the wind.

To be honest, Lu Miao was in a complicated mood and was stunned for a moment.

It seems to be just a flower, but it can highlight many problems.

It is only because the land is fertile, the grain grown is good, and there are more people who can eat enough that we have the energy to devote ourselves to production and promote production.

Once the production is successful, it means meritorious service, and what does meritorious service represent?

It represents the support of the members, the attention and favoritism of the production team and the subordinate brigade, and maybe even the commune will be given the green light to shelter.

A lot of times it's the reality that when someone or someone creates value that is greater than themselves and benefits others, a lot of problems won't be a problem.

Lu Miao inexplicably thought of the production team to which she belonged, Dahe Village and Fu Jingyou.

The land in Dahe Village is so barren, and the members of the society have worked hard all year round, not to mention having a full stomach, and the public grain that meets the quality may not all meet the standard.

Fu Jingyou's situation is so difficult to move again......

What if their land could be as fertile as Yanji's?

What if Fu Jingyou could do something in advance, or directly or indirectly?

Whether it's a person or a production team, will it be a different situation?

Lu Miao frowned and thought carefully.

Maybe even she didn't realize that she hadn't thought of intervening in Fu Jingyou's life before, but this time she wanted to change Fu Jingyou's situation subtly.

"Lu Zhiqing, you go quickly, you're going to fall behind!"

The voice of Yu Hao, a young man, came from the front, and Lu Miao suddenly came back to his senses, only to find that the large army had already gone to the front.

"Ah, here it is!"

Getting rid of the thoughts in her mind, Lu Miao trotted up.

At this time, unlike later generations, in addition to shopping malls, there are also streets and alleys to wander around, especially in places like towns, the only place that can make people stop for a long time is a department store.

There are some well-developed counties, and there is a probability that there will be a movie theater or something, don't think about it in the town.

Lu Miao and his party also had a clear purpose, just to visit the department store.

Gu Ying and the others knew the way, and everyone was in high spirits and set off towards the department store.

The land of Yanji is relatively fertile, and the development should of course be better, after entering the boundary of the town, although there are no stalls and vendors on the street, the pedestrians are like the big market in the north, and there is no shortage at all.

Lively and crowded, it means prosperous, Lu Miao couldn't help but mention a little interest, she was inspired to have a good walk today, and suddenly the voices of male intellectuals came from behind her:

"Lesbians, wait a minute, there's a shaving pick here, wait for us to shave our heads, and we'll go together in a while!"

The female intellectuals turned around, and through the bustling pedestrian gap in the middle, they saw the male intellectuals queuing up in front of an old man carrying a burden.

The old man had already put down the pick on his shoulder, rummaged through the burden like a tin bucket, and quickly took out towels, scissors, spatulas and other shaving tools.

I just don't know which brigade or production team it is.

Looking at the thin skin and tender flesh of the male intellectuals and the appearance of white and beardless faces, the shaver laughed, and saw the identity of everyone at a glance:

"Comrade educated youth, it's not the old man who brags, he has been walking the streets and alleys for so many years, the old man is very skilled, he shaves his head for two cents at a time, you just say what you want, and the old man keeps it for you to shave obediently and neatly!"

The male intellectuals are all young and inexperienced, and they were surprised that they could see their identities at a glance in the eyes of the shaver, and they were busy talking:

"You don't need to shave anything, you just cut it short for me."

"Me too, as long as I don't shave my head, I try to shave it as short as possible."

"Okay, no problem, come and sit here with Comrade Zhiqing."

The shaver moved the pick to the side of the street, took out the wooden bench and invited the first male intellectuals to sit.

The walls of their houses were clinging to the houses of the people on the street, and it was rare to have shade in the middle of the morning.

After all, life is not familiar, and it is certainly safer and proper to come and go together, so the female intellectuals held down their hats and trotted over to wait while hiding in the shade.

The shaver not only shaves people's heads, but also recycles women's long hair.

Looking at the black and shiny hemp braids under the brim of the female intellectuals, the shaver is rarely powerful:

"Lesbians, don't you cut your hair? The old man also collects his hair here, if you sell it, the old man must give a real price, and he doesn't need money to cut his hair. ”

Today's three watches ~ tickets are coming ~! (Shake the bowl)

(End of chapter)