He would go to the riverbank outside the commune to load a truck with sand, then take it back to the people in the commune who needed it and unload the truck to earn ten yuan. Now, he can earn thirty yuan by carrying three people for more than five miles. Anyone who doesn't do it is a fool.

The tractor is of the Innahe brand, which is the tractor produced by the Wahou Machinery Factory. Seeing the tractor he created here, Wan Feng felt a sense of familiarity.

He believes that anyone who can drive an Inna River tractor should not be an idiot.

The tractor driver was no idiot and agreed without hesitation.

Although this means of transportation is a bit low-end, it is at least better than nothing. Now I can prepare gifts.

In the supply and marketing cooperative of Qiantou Commune, Wan Feng almost cleared out the non-staple food counter in the supply and marketing cooperative.

With a tractor, there is no need to worry about not being able to carry it.

By the time Wan Feng and his three companions left the supply and marketing cooperative, the non-staple food counter there was almost emptied by him.

Qiantou Commune is located at the junction of Beiliao and Lingji provinces. It is inland and has no convenient commercial conditions. The people here can only make a living by farming.

Sitting on the tractor, looking around, I can see what the village looked like four years ago.

Under the lonely sky, the earth is desolate in winter.

Riding a tractor in winter is a very painful experience. Not only is it cold, but it is also very stifling.

Wan Feng did not ride on the front wing of the tractor. He almost sat in the trailer of the tractor and endured the more than five miles of mountain road from the front to Gala Village.

The reason why Gala Village is called Gala Village is indeed because it is really located in a corner.

The village is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and is located in the embrace of the mountains, which is somewhat similar to the factory site chosen by Wanfeng in Wahou.

The days are short in winter. Although it was only three o'clock in the afternoon, the sky began to darken and wisps of smoke began to rise from the chimneys of some houses in Gala Village.

After asking around, we finally arrived at four adobe houses at the other end of the village.

The tractor dropped them off in front of this family's doorstep and drove away with a gust of evil wind.

After confirming that this was the house, Wan Feng pushed open the wooden gate.

The door was open, steam was coming out, and an elderly woman was lighting a fire in front of the stove.

When Wan Feng pushed the door open, the old man obviously discovered that there was an uninvited guest in the house. He stood up and stepped out of the door in a panic, standing at the door with a slightly bewildered look on his face.

"Who are you looking for?" the old man asked with a puzzled look.

"Is this Wan Shuiming's home?"

"Yeah, who are you?"

If things go as expected, the slightly tall old woman in front of him, wearing old clothes and looking 30% similar to his father, must be his grandmother.

My grandmother's family was a middle peasant family in the local area before liberation. Although she was not a lady from a wealthy family when she was young, she was a literate and beautiful girl. Otherwise, she would not have given her three sons names such as Wanshuiyuan, Wanshuichang, and Wanshuiming, which were not in line with rural customs at that time.

"Who is Wan Shuichang to you?" In order to be accurate, Wan Feng made a final verification.

"Wan Shui Chang? That's my second son. Who are you?"

Wan Feng's eyes filled with tears. He stepped forward, held the old woman's hand, and said with a choked voice: "Grandma! Wan Shuichang is my father, and I am your grandson!"

Grandma seemed a little confused. Wan Feng was eighteen years old this year. He had only come here once with his parents when he was three or four years old. Now he was 1.76 meters tall and his appearance had changed a lot. How could she recognize him?

"You really are my grandson."

"My father is Wan Shuichang, and my mother is Zhu Min. My father was born on x year, x month, x day, x hour, in 1940."

Wan Feng accurately reported the time of his father's birthday, and the old woman finally believed it.

"You're really my grandson. You've grown up so much? I remember you were so ignorant when you came here as a child. Now, in the blink of an eye... Come inside, it's cold outside."

During the Wanfeng family reunion, two children came out from the inner room and stood timidly at the door, looking at them. Both children were around ten years old.

"Is this my uncle's child?"

Grandma lives with my uncle Wan Shuiming, so there is no doubt that these two children are my cousins.

"Yes, your uncle and aunt are working at the brigade's straw mat factory. They won't be back until around four o'clock, but they'll be back soon."

Wan Feng leaned over and looked at his cousin.

The older of the two children in my uncle's family was a daughter who was about eleven or twelve years old, and a boy who was about eight or nine years old. He was wearing patched clothes and hid behind his sister in panic.

Wan Feng felt sad that he was still wearing patched clothes in 1985.

"Do you know who I am?" Wan Feng asked softly.

The little girl has a pretty face and very bright eyes.

"I'm your second uncle's eldest brother, call me Big Brother."

The little girl blinked for a long time before whispering, "Brother!"

Wan Feng reached out and touched the little girl's head, then turned to the boy: "What's your name?"

The boy hid his head behind his sister and peeked out secretly.

"Call me brother!"

The boy didn't scream.

Wan Feng then took out a few colorful bills from his pocket and said, "Brother, I have money. Just call me and I'll give you one."

The boy looked at the handful of colorful bills in Wan Feng's hand and then looked at Wan Feng again, as if he was having a fierce ideological struggle.

After struggling for a long time, he said weakly: "Brother!"

Wan Feng stuffed a bill into his pocket and said, "Scream again!"

“Big Brother!”

Wan Feng stuffed another one into his pocket and said, "Tell me your name."

"Wan Yan!"

Wan Feng reached out and patted the boy on the head, then turned around and asked the girl what her name was.

"Wan Hongxia." The girl gave her name.

Wan Feng stuffed the two remaining bills in the girl's hand, straightened up, and invited Li Yong and others into the house.

After entering the house, Li Yong and his friends put the gifts in their hands directly on the kang, almost taking up half of the kang.

Wan Feng took out a handful of candy from a plastic bag and gave each child a handful.

The two children were overjoyed, which made Wan Feng a little depressed. They didn't seem as happy as seeing the candy even though he gave them money.

Every household in Changtu area has a north-south kang. The layout of the two kangs facing each other means that there is almost no need for furniture in the house, and there is no place to put it. It cannot be placed in the middle.

Therefore, the house of my uncle was empty, with only a cabinet on the gable of the inner room, on which there were two round mirrors and some vanishing creams and other cosmetics.

There were potatoes and cabbages piled on the ground on both sides of the cabinet.

Wan Feng was speechless about the layout in the Liaobei area. It was so inconvenient for a family to live on the north-south kangs.

"You three sit inside for a while. I'll help my grandma light the fire."

After giving the order, Wan Feng went to the outer room and sat by the stove to light a fire.

The fire here is the same as in Wahou, which is burning grass.

While making a fire, Wan Feng chatted with his grandmother about family matters, mainly introducing the situation of his family in Longjiang.

Grandma listened carefully and laughed heartily when she heard it.