Shuttle between two worlds: I have a miracle shuttle door

While on the helicopter, Logan called home.

Every year during the Spring Festival, Logan would make a phone call home to greet her family and report that she was safe.

Usually, I seldom call, and after a year, the number of calls will not exceed 5 times.

Because Tang Wan's parents didn't have a mobile phone, even if they had a mobile phone, they wouldn't have a signal, and the signal of the base station couldn't cover the mountains in Majia Village at all.

Only the village head has a wired telephone. It is said that the line was pulled more than 20 years ago. At that time, the policy required that every village must be equipped with a telephone for communication.

After so many years, the phone broke once, and now I am using the second one. The brand seems to be called "Flying Bird", and it should have been more than ten years ago.

Wu Qi frowned, where did he always feel that he had heard of this brand?

After thinking for a long time, he suddenly slapped his thigh, hey, it turned out to be the Asuka phone!

Gan, he used this phone, how many years ago?

He remembered that telephone booths were popular at that time, one yuan per hour, and less than one hour was counted as one hour, and most of the telephone booths used were Bird phones.

At that time, he was still in the orphanage. Opposite the orphanage, there was a telephone booth and a video store for renting discs. It was very popular.

Wo Ri, how backward is this Majia Village, and they still use Asuka's phone?

Who can see a phone booth on the street in the outside world now?

Besides, the Asuka brand seems to have gone bankrupt, right?

Wu Qi was a little dumbfounded. He had a hunch that the backwardness of Majia Village must have exceeded his imagination.

On the phone, Logan told her father that she would be home in about four hours, and brought a partner home to meet the elder.

The father and daughter didn't dare to talk too much, after all, the village chief collected money by the minute, which was another reason why Tang Wan was afraid to call home.

After making the phone call, Tang Wan and Tang Lan Xiaocao lay down beside the helicopter window, excitedly looking at the spectacular scenery below, chirping and pointing.

The distance to Pingzhou is not close, and it is expected to take more than four hours to arrive, passing through many magnificent mountain and river landscapes.

Majia Village, the home of the village chief Lan Dake.

Tang Yongmao hung up the phone before his daughter, and when he saw the timer next to the phone, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It's okay, it's okay, it didn't exceed 1 minute! !
He took out a cloth bag from the left pocket of his shirt, tremblingly took out a dime from it, and lined it up on the table.

According to Landake's regulations, the call is less than 1 minute and only 1 jiao, and if it exceeds 1 minute, it will be charged in steps.

Tang Yongmao didn't understand what stair charges are. He made a phone call and didn't go up your stairs, so he charged a fart stair fare.

What a waste of money! !

But Tang Yongmao didn't dare to say it, and no one dared to say it. Landake's sons are not easy to provoke. It is said that they "set up the stage" outside and have a lot of thugs under them.

"Setting up the stage" is the black society, which is the vernacular here.

"Village chief, let's go, the money is here!"

Tang Yongmao yelled to the side. Lan Dake, who was playing mahjong with tattoos all over his body and gray hair, squinted at the timer with a cigarette in his mouth, and waved his hand impatiently: "Go away!! Don't disturb me, Ma De is unlucky !!"

The vulgar tone of voice was totally different from the behavior that a village chief should have.

But in a poor village in the mountains like Majia Village, if they weren't fierce, they couldn't suppress those barbaric villagers at all.

Tang Yongmao didn't care, turned and left the village chief's house.

Walking on the dirt road, Tang Yongmao was in a good mood.

Just now the big girl called her and said that she would bring a partner back, which made him both happy and worried.

The joy is that he hasn't seen the eldest girl for several years, since the second girl took her out of the mountain, he hasn't come back once.

Tang Yongmao didn't blame her, it was because he was incompetent as a father and couldn't support them, even if they didn't recognize him as a father, he didn't complain.

Dashan is too poor, and only by walking out of the mountains can we live like a person! !

Of course Tang Yongmao was happy to see his daughter this year, but he frowned when he thought that the eldest girl would bring a partner back.

Tang Yongmao is only 45 years old this year, and he is in the prime of life, but years of hard work have left deep grooves on his face, with half of his white hair and unshaven beard, he looks more like an old man in his 60s .

With this frown, all the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together, which was quite funny.

Majia Village is too poor, and his family is even poorer. Each person can only have one pair of underpants. The poor family has nothing but 500 yuan.

The second daughter would send some money back every year, but that unworthy son, it's worth noting it!

So Tang Yongmao is afraid!

He was afraid that when the big girl saw the situation at home, it might ruin the big girl's lifelong event! !

This girl is also, if there is a suitable one, just marry her directly, why should she bring her to the house?
If she saw her father like this, wouldn't she be bullied to death at her in-law's house?
Why! !

Tang Yongmao sighed deeply, and the wrinkles on his forehead added a few more.

No, he had to do something!
No matter what, you can't disturb the big girl's big event! !

After thinking about it, Tang Yongmao quickened his pace and rushed towards home.

Ten minutes later, Tang Yongmao returned home in a hurry. His woman was bending over and cleaning the pigsty barefoot.

There is a sow and four piglets in the pigsty, whimpering and lying in the corner of the pigsty.

This is their family's greatest wealth, and they hope to sell a few fat pigs at the end of each year to celebrate the meat year.

"Head of the house, did you meet a big cat? Did the big girl call? This girl is too, all eh, head of the house, what's wrong with you?"

Mrs. Tang Yongmao looked surprised when she saw her man hurried into the room with a straight face.

What's wrong with this?
Tang Yongmao entered the house. The house was really barren, with only two rooms. The outside was a big room, and the back room was a place for the family to sleep. There were two wooden beds built with benches.

Tang Yongmao directly lifted the bed board, took the hoe in the corner and dug vigorously in a place on the ground. After a while, he dug out a small cloth bag from the soil.

It contained the money they sold pigs this year, a total of 389 yuan.

I pulled out 50 from it, and when I was about to put it back, I gritted my teeth and pulled out another 50, making up 100.
He was going to bleed a lot and prepare a big meal for my uncle.

After burying the purse again, Tang Yongmao hurried out again.

Before leaving, I told my mother-in-law: "Old woman, you should sweep the house quickly. It is about to be cleaned. Go to the third uncle's house to borrow two chairs, and then go to the second grandma's to move her big round table. Forget about scooping up some wine at Uncle’s place, I’ll go for this, I’ll buy some wild game for you to stew, then take out the bacon and cut some, and fry a few more vegetables, ah!”

"Oh, good, master!"

Tang's mother is also a very traditional woman, and she just obeys the orders of the head of the family.