Life in a quiet village in Xianshan

When we returned to the village, it was already early in the morning. Naturally, it wasn't that Gu Siwei was slow, but he followed the mule's footsteps. At this time in the morning, he had to let the mule run to get there.

Arriving at the barn, Gu Siwei reached out and knocked on the door.

"Who?"

Old man Yang lives in the shed. He is responsible for feeding several animals at night tonight, so he naturally sleeps in the small room next to the barn.

"I, Gu Siwei" Gu Siwei replied.

The sound of the old man getting up came from the room, and soon a faint light shined through the crack in the small door, and he slowly moved towards the door.

Squeak~~ah!

The door opened.

"Siwei, did you just come back?" Old Man Yang was a little confused from his sleep. After rubbing his eyes, he saw clearly that it was Gu Siwei standing at the door, so he asked casually.

"Well, I can't worry about my family."

What Gu Siwei said was nonsense. He had something at home.

Sicui?

Sicui is just enough to take care of him, so there is no need for him to take care of him.

Old man Yang didn't care. He opened the door and helped lead the mule, preparing to lead the mule behind Gu Siwei into the barn.

Gu Siwei waved his hand slightly, and there was a pack of large cigarettes in his hand. Naturally, Gu Siwei got the smoke easily.

"Uncle Yang, come here."

"What, yo, this is a good smoke!"

I didn't pay attention to it at first, but after I took it, I looked under the light of the oil lamp and found that it was the big front door. The old man knew about the big front door, but he had never smoked it. With the little money he earned in a year, it was still a big front door. He doesn't even have a place at the back door, and even smokers can't get up to the level of the front door.

"I didn't smoke what they gave me, so I borrowed the flowers to offer to you." Gu Siwei said politely.

This was a beautiful thing to say, and Old Man Yang was very pleased after hearing it. His body, which was originally languid, straightened up in an instant.

"Look, it's just the courtesy of fellow villagers."

He said he was not polite, but his hand speed was not slow at all. The cigarette went into the old man's pocket in a flash. As for smoking it later, he would not be willing to part with it. Such a good cigarette, the old man planned to wait for important occasions to get it. Fill the scene.

Gu Siwei didn't care when the old man smoked. He just felt a little sorry for quarreling with the old man in the middle of the night. Firstly, he felt sorry, and secondly, Gu Siwei also wanted to find a witness to prove that he was back at this time.

Although it may not be useful, it is always a good thing to be careful.

You can take out the cigarettes, but you definitely can't take out the bicycles. At least, you have to wait until the limelight of this matter has passed before Gu Siwei can find another excuse.

As for motorcycles, it is estimated that those that are three to five years old are not easy to use. Even three to five years later, it will be very eye-catching for an ordinary person to drive a Xingfu 250.

To what extent?

Just like a few decades later, you are driving... a luxury car on the street in the center of the city? Driving a LaLari is not as good as driving a 250 out to show off now. It's almost like running naked in the city center with a bunch of police chasing after you.

"I'm going back," Gu Siwei said after meeting each other, so naturally he had to go back.

Old Man Yang said: "Siwei, where are you going back? The boat is not in the village."

"I'll go back to my old house and stay there for one night and wait and see tomorrow," Gu Siwei said.

Only then did Old Yang remember that Gu Siwei still had an old house in the village, so he smiled and said, "Look at my memory."

"You have a good memory," Gu Siwei laughed and walked out of the yard of the livestock shed.

After returning to the old house, he took out the gas lamp first. It was impossible to light it. Gu Siwei didn't want to light it in the house. The most suitable thing at this time was an oil lamp.

After striking a match and lighting the oil lamp, Gu Siwei just sat at the small table, looking at the big oil lamp light and thinking about things.

Not sleepy anyway, Gu Siwei began to review today's events, wondering if there was anything missing in the destruction just done.

After recalling it, Gu Siwei felt that based on his level of knowledge, the small destruction this time was okay.

After staying for a while, he blew out the oil lamp, and Gu Siwei stepped into the space. A little bored, he started to play with other fruit trees. It went on like this until the sky in the east turned a little fish belly white, and Gu Siwei walked out of the house.

"Brother Si-D, did you come back last night?"

As soon as he walked out of the house, he heard Ma Chunya greeting him as he happened to be passing by outside the fence.

"Sister-in-law Ma, what are you doing?"

"I went over there to take a look. Didn't the water recede? A small piece of land was washed out over there. I was wondering if I could take care of it and plant something in two days."

The rain not only destroyed the crops, but also brought some silt from the upper reaches. The silt settled when it passed the mouth of the canyon, forming a small piece of land.

It's definitely not possible to grow crops. The land might be flooded after a light rain, but it would be nice to grow some seasonal vegetables or onions and garlic.

Ma Chunya’s family doesn’t have a vegetable plot? That's definitely not the case. Nowadays, if anyone doesn't have a piece of land to grow vegetables, why would they go to the market to buy some green goods? Look at which rural village does this.

Ma Chunya just couldn't bear to keep that piece of land empty, and if you plant two crops on this piece of land, everyone would assume that the piece of land belongs to you. If Ma Chunya is not planted today, it may belong to Wang Chunhua tomorrow.

"Oh, that's good," Gu Siwei said casually.

Ma Chunya asked again: "How is it? Have you planted all the seedlings last time? Are there any dead ones? If there are any, please tell me and I will dig new ones for you."

"It's been planted, it's been planted, not a single one is dead. Sister-in-law Ma, you're really good at picking out fruit seedlings. Oh, by the way, wait a minute, I forgot about it. This time I'm going to the factory to bring it to the children." A little candy."

Seeing Ma Chunya, people mentioned Miaozi again, so Gu Siwei turned around and got Ma Chunya a handful of candy bars, not much, about twenty yuan, and grabbed a small paper bag.

"Look, why are you so polite?" Ma Chunya had a smile on her face.

Candy cubes are now children's favorite thing to eat. At this time, let alone serious candy cubes at home, even if there is a piece of homemade maltose in the mouth, it is from a middle-to-upper class family. As for the children of Ma Chunya's family, It has nothing to do with candy. Even if the two of them were willing to spend it, the two farmers would go and get food stamps wherever they could.

After seeing off the happy Ma Chunya, Gu Siwei stood in the yard and continued to stretch and move his body.

Then I didn’t meet anyone anymore. It wasn’t that the folks were lazy, but that everyone didn’t need to pass through the door of Gu Siwei’s old house. At the door of my house, some wooden basins and some bundled bamboo cuttings were pulled across the river.

Although it was just dawn, the fields across the river were already in full swing. Almost all the adults were busy swinging their hoes, paying more attention to the crops in their fields than their sons.

Gu Siwei had nothing to do, and he didn't know when Liu Dezhu would come, so he simply went to the opposite side and started working with everyone.

What kind of work can he do, and how can others ask him to do heavy work? In the countryside, an invisible class has naturally formed. Those who are older and capable are all experts. For example, Gu Siwei may be young but has great abilities. Ordinary villagers can't be reckless with Gu Siwei.

Your father doesn't even dare to greet someone as a junior. If you stretch out your hand and tap on the shoulder and call him brother, how will your father handle himself?

So Gu Siwei's side is equivalent to a high seniority in the village.

Gu Siwei didn't really want to work. The farm work was so tiring that he had a headache in his own fields. He couldn't care less about other people's work. It was just to show off and keep up with the masses.

"Siwei, have you borrowed the gas lamp back?"

Guo Xiangping saw Gu Siwei talking nonsense, so he stopped what he was doing, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the corner of his clothes, and shouted something to Gu Siwei.

"Where can I borrow it? I bought one. I'll take you to see it later," Gu Siwei said.

Guo Xiangping laughed and said, "Don't wait a while, let's do it now."

Then he put down the hoe and walked towards Gu Siwei.

Gu Siwei had no choice but to take him back to his old house on a simple raft.

As soon as he entered the room, Guo Xiangping saw the gas lamp on the table and said, "It's really brand new. How much did it cost?"

Hearing the price of gas lamps, Guo Xiangping took a long breath and said, "You are still willing to spend money. This price is enough to convince a good wife."

"This is too exaggerated. How much money can you get for a wife?" Gu Siwei replied with a smile.

Guo Xiangping said: "Why not? Qiu Mei's price at Lao Sun's house is this."

"Huh?!" Gu Siwei was confused after hearing this.

According to Gu Siwei's thinking, there was no such thing as a betrothal gift in this era. Two young people took a fancy to it, and they invited a few people to put two single beds together. Even if the happy event was done, why was there still a price?

Guo Xiangping turned around and saw Gu Siwei with a surprised look on his face. He didn't understand: "What's wrong? Is it more expensive or cheaper?"

This adjective, people are not animals, so how can you say that it is cheap and expensive? However, Gu Siwei does not have the nerve to accuse others. The old man is older than his father in later generations, and he has a higher seniority in the village. He can say whoever he wants to say. This is The power of seniority.

"It's not a question of nobleness, but that Sun Qiumei found her husband's family?"

Gu Siwei felt that he hadn't heard anyone talk about this when he left, so why did he decide it as soon as he came back?

"It's the same son from the Zhao family last time, Zhao Fangming, who was brought in by Fulin. Weren't you there at the time?" Guo Xiangping feels that your half-grown child has a bad memory now.

Gu Siwei never thought that this matter could be delayed for so long. He thought that if it was successful, it would be impossible if it was not.

Lao Gu forgot, now it is not just a few decades later, when you take out your mobile phone and say: Hey, we are not suitable, it will be over. If you say I think it is not bad, you can continue.

At this time, the news was spread. It would take two or three days to go back and forth from here to the town. With so many trips back and forth, and with the busy farming schedule, it would be around this time that the results would be available.

"If the two kids seem suitable, we'll make a decision, and Qiu Mei is here to recruit him," Guo Xiangping said.

Gu Siwei was almost dumbfounded when he heard this. Only those who have no sons would recruit a son-in-law. Sun Qiumei and his father had two sons and four or five grandsons. How could he recruit a son-in-law?

Guo Xiangping was waiting for Gu Siwei here. When he saw the shock on Gu Siwei's face, he immediately felt that he was extremely benefited, and the fire of gossip was ignited.