Yang Liufang secretly rejoiced. Fortunately, Wang Shan, a local man, had experience. If he were alone, he would probably be "killed"!
"I don't know if it can stop spreading (what). It sometimes takes two or three days for this damn evil wind to come."
"Then we don't want to starve to death?"
"Don't worry about eating. If you can see the road (us), you have to leave."
"Yes, Third Brother." Yang Liu conveniently stopped talking and curled up to conserve his strength. But my stomach growled uncontrollably. Maybe he was faint from hunger, maybe he was really bored, slowly Yang Liufang fell asleep, and in his dream was his beautiful Jiangnan water town surrounded by willows.
It is indeed the harvest season in Jiangnan at the moment. In Liunan Village, Yang City, Yueqing, Wenzhou, everyone is busy harvesting rice. The persimmons in the yards of Yangliu Fang's and Liu Xia's families have also matured. After surviving the baptism of spring and summer winds and rains and the disaster of typhoons, they hang red on the trees and stand among the unique white walls and green tiles of Jiangnan. Let the ink Jiangnan add a touch of rich festive color. Maybe this is the charm of a good harvest.
Yang Liufang was not at home, but Li Tongfu who lived in his house was more capable than him. Regardless of the sweltering heat, he followed Yang's father and Yang's mother to the fields to harvest rice. Fu is a friend of his son Yang Liufang and a member of his family. Yang's parents also picked out delicious food and cooked it for him.
Li Tongfu, who has been homeless for so many years, fully enjoys the warmth of his family and the doting of his parents. In addition to working, I usually listen to the radio. In the past few days, I have devoured "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" more than 40 times. The more I read, the more in-depth I became. The more I read, the more helpful it became to my business. Although the stories in the book took place in China thousands of years ago, they are clear and logical about the weaknesses of human nature and the layout of careers. Li Tongfu also learned from small things and drew inferences from one example. When he thought about the business he had done over the years, he actually had an urge to take notes and write down his feelings.
During this period, Yang Liugen also came back, just in time to catch up with Yang Liufang's father who went to town to buy meat. When he saw him busy weeding in the yard, he went up to say hello.
"Brother Liugen, are you looking for trouble for Nanga (when did you come back)?"
"Oh, kick Guo (Wenzhou dialect: morning). Is there any news about Liu Fang?" Liu Gen still cared about Liu Fang first.
"Yes, a child who met him in Hangzhou came back to apply for an ID card and came to our house. He said that he had gone to the northwest, but he was still missing."
"Alas..." Liu Gen sighed, his voice mixed with regret and helplessness.
"Is Liu Xia feeling better?"
"It's much better, and she can go to school normally. Her mother picks her up every day."
"Oh, that's good. If you're busy then, go home and have your guilty lunch."
"No, there's new rice. I'll make some myself."
"That's the trouble (trouble), that's it. I won't leave (I'm going back)."
"Good morning, mom (walk slowly)."
After Yang's father got home, he told the old woman that Liu Gen was back alone and was cleaning the yard. He was preparing two extra dishes for lunch and asked him to come to the house for dinner.
"He cleans the yard by himself. You, go and help him!" Yang's mother blamed Father Yang after hearing this.
"Well, I'll go right away." Yang's father said, picking up the hoe and getting ready to go out. When Li Tongfu, who was reading in Liu Fang's room, heard about it, he put down his book and walked out. He also wanted to follow him and took the hoe from Yang's father. Yang's father had to pick up another shovel, and the two of them followed each other out of the yard.
"Call Brother Liu Gen and come back early for dinner." Mother Yang's voice then sounded.
When they arrived at Yangliugen's yard, Yang's father said nothing and started working with Li Tongfu. Liu Gen was not polite to Yang's father, but stopped to dissuade Tong Fu.
"Son, you are a guest, how can you do any work? We two brothers can just take care of this place."
"Uncle, it's okay. Just use Al Fang how you want me to be."
"How can that be done! Alas! How was Al Fang doing when you saw him? He wasn't hurt."
"No, uncle."
"Oh, this kid, it's all my fault. I don't usually give him some pocket money for emergencies."
"Oh, uncle, he met a truck driver on the road and gave him ten yuan to buy a pair of shoes. Eating should not be a problem."
"Then you haven't seen each other since you arrived in Xizhou?"
"without."
"How is he living? This child, alas! It's my fault." After Liu Gen said this, he stopped talking and went back to work.
The air in the south of the Yangtze River is humid. In just one or two months, the yard with willow roots has been covered with green grass. The three people worked hard until noon to clean up the yard. Liu Gen still didn't give in at noon and went to Yang Liufang's house for dinner. Mother Yang cooked six dishes and poured out a jar of her own rice wine for them to drink.
In the afternoon, the three people went back to Liugen's yard to pick persimmons. They took a moso bamboo from Yang Liufang's house and tied a sickle on it as a tool for picking persimmons. Li Tongfu volunteered to climb up the ladder and stood on the branch of the tree. The one near him picked it with his hands, and the one further away took the bamboo with a sickle tied to it and cut it. The two old men held up a sheet underneath to catch the fallen persimmons. I was busy until the sun was setting, and I harvested two bamboo baskets full of persimmons. A basket of willow roots was left behind and brought back to the city, while Father Yang took the rest home and Mother Yang dried them and made them into persimmon cakes or pounded persimmon pulp. After cleaning up, Yang's father asked Li Tongfu to go home and ride a yellow croaker to take Liu Gen to town and catch the Wenzhou bus back to the city.
When Li Tongfu came by bicycle, there were already two jars of Yang Mu's home-brewed rice wine and a bottle of shrimp paste on the car. After helping Liu Gen load a basket of persimmons, Li Tongfu took Father Yang away on a yellow croaker cart. Just as the car was about to leave, Liu Gen remembered something and took out his house key and handed it to Yang's father, asking him to take care of it. Then he got in the car again and left Liunan Village. Just when the villagers came back from harvesting rice, they saw that Yang's father and Liu Gen had reconciled as before, and Yang Liufang's good brother helped his family work again, so the rumors were self-evidently disproven.
On the way, Liu Gen said to Li Tongfu: "Ah Fu, when you see Ah Fang, tell him that he is a good boy. Uncle is confused and wrongly blamed him. Tell him not to blame uncle. Come back soon."
"Don't worry, uncle, Al Fang will understand."
When the two arrived at Yangshi Town, Li Tongfu didn't ride back to Liunan Village until he put the willow roots on the long-distance bus to Wenzhou.
At this moment, Yang Liufang, who was far away on Chuanyangguan Road in Hanwang, Xizhou, woke up feeling more hungry, feeling a little dizzy and weak to speak.
"Third brother, I'm so hungry."
"Me too, damn, don't worry, I'm going to get food." Wang Shan said, pushing the mattress to Yang Liufang, and went to the car to find food. Due to the turbulence of the carriage and the strong wind, the food prepared by Yinhua's mother and the remaining dozens of large needles had long since disappeared, and even Yang Liufang's toiletries could not be found.
Wang Shan curled up his arms, covered his mouth and nose, and groped around the tree on the ground behind the car. When I reached the wheel, I touched something soft, like a piece of cloth. I was worried that the wind and sand would blur my eyes, so I didn't dare to open my eyes and look. I could only pull it out and put it under my nose to smell it. He smelled the smell of pot helmets and was extremely excited. He choked on a mouthful of sand before he could speak.
"Ahem, oops, oh my god, cough..." Then the bag fell to the ground again. Wang Shan picked it up again, and the wet contents in the bag flowed out. Wang Shan thought that the egg had broken, but he could not hesitate, so he took the bag around the shaft of the car and got back to the bottom of the car. He hurriedly pulled the mattress and covered his head. It took him a while to stop coughing.
