We all sat in the car early in the morning, shaking for more than an hour on the mountain road, and then on the highway. We were all dizzy.
The driver Dayong doesn't get carsick, but his waist is exhausted from sitting in the same position for two hours. When the car stopped, he jumped out immediately, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep puff. After taking a puff, he felt like he was alive again.
Looking at the college student from Su Quezi's family, after not seeing him for a few days, he has become more and more tall and straight, wearing a school uniform, and seems to have lost a little weight. I heard from Su Quezi that his daughter is a tutor for students in the city.
Dayong had worked in the city and had also ventured into big cities. He knew that city people valued the students of No. 1 Middle School very much, unlike the villagers who thought it was a waste of money for a girl to study and that Su Guizi was stupid.
College students have a kind of vitality that they don’t have.
Su Xiaoqi ignored the gazes of the villagers. She stood behind the truck bed and reached out to help her father when she saw him about to jump out.
After sitting on the truck bed for a long time, his legs were numb. Su Youfu was already a little lame, so it was a bit difficult for him to jump out of the truck.
Seeing his daughter reaching out to help him, he felt a little embarrassed because his daughter was so young, but he still reached out his hand.
Although the villagers teased Su Quezi and were full of sarcasm, they still helped Su Youfu lift the winnowing baskets off the cart.
The driver Dayong came over with a cigarette in his mouth to lend a hand.
Xiaoqi thanked everyone without being shy for once.
Although it is just a small favor, you still have to express your gratitude. If you keep it in your heart, no one else will know about it, and you will forget it after a long time.
Su Youfu had a happy look on his face.
"Didn't I say I'd sell my dustpan and go straight to your aunt's house to find you? Why are you here so early? Have you eaten yet?"
"I ate before going out. I have nothing to do in the morning, so I'll go with you."
She found that her father had only picked out ten pairs of winnowing baskets and two sacks today, but they were not light at all.
She could see the difference in this winnowing basket. It was better and tighter than before. It looked nice and not prickly to the touch. The twisted parts looked nice too, unlike before when it was twisted hard and she was always worried that the bamboo would break.
Noticing his daughter's look, Su Youfu couldn't help but say, "I looked at the picture in the book and figured out that when twisting the bamboo strips, you should twist them one more time. This way, the bamboo will be tougher and there will be no burrs. It will also look good. I tried it to bear weight and it's stronger."
"Dad, let me help you carry a bag of things." Xiaoqi said.
Su Youfu refused repeatedly. How could he ask his daughter to take them? They were all very heavy. The vegetables in the bag were very firm cabbages, and there were several of them. There were also several cans of pickled vegetables made by the child's mother. He had heard her cousin say that she liked to eat pickled vegetables at home, so the child's mother had always made pickles. However, pickling vegetables takes time. The ones taken today were made half a year ago. The daughter had been eating at her cousin's house recently. There was also a bag of rice.
In short, it is not light.
Xiaoqi took a look at what her father had packed and picked up the bag of rice and vegetables. It was in one of those red snakeskin bags with vertical stripes, so she could carry it.
When carrying things, it would be much easier if the weight was a little lighter. Dad would definitely not take a taxi, and she couldn't just watch her dad carry such heavy things empty-handed.
She put the snakeskin bag on her shoulder and felt a little pain in her shoulder. It was still very heavy.
But he stood very straight and was able to greet other villagers.
"Dad, let's go."
Su Youfu looked at his daughter, and for some reason, his eyes felt a little sore. He bent down to pick up the winnowing basket and rubbed his eyes.
The villagers came to the city for business, so they left without delay.
The driver Dayong was smoking a cigarette and felt a little bored after seeing everyone leave.
In fact, if he was more enthusiastic, he could go into the city at this point and help transport the winnowing baskets to the place where they were purchased, but he didn't want to run too much, and it would be embarrassing to charge the villagers more money if he ran too much.
Just looking at the father and daughter walking slowly in front of him, he felt that he should have been more enthusiastic and not let Su Guizi take down the dustpan.
Next time, he spat the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it with the sole of his shoe.
Xiaoqi was carrying a sack of things, and his palms were a little red, but seeing his father carrying such a heavy load, he had no reason to complain.
"Dad, next time you can talk to that driver, Uncle Dayong, and ask him to take you to the place where they sell dustpans. You can give him a little more money."
Su Guizi subconsciously wanted to shake his head, but when he saw his daughter walking in front of him, he found that she had lost weight, a lot of weight. It must not be easy for her to work. When he saw her just now, her face was smaller and her chin was pointed. If his wife saw it, she would probably be heartbroken.
It seems to be a little taller, like a sprout.
But she was still carrying a large bag of things. Her children were filial, and she would feel uncomfortable if they didn't let her carry it.
"Well, I'll discuss it with Dayong next time I come back." Su Youfu replied.
Along the way, Xiaoqi told her father about her recent life. Although she did not lie, she still vaguely explained it. For example, when she went swimming with her aunt, her father subconsciously thought that it was her aunt who took her there. After all, in Su Youfu's opinion, swimming was not a serious or necessary thing.
Su Youfu was also shocked when he heard his daughter say that she now has 7 students and can earn more than 2,000 yuan a week.
This summer vacation can really earn back the tuition fees, and he and his wife can also chip in to cover their living expenses.
Thinking of this, I suddenly felt that the burden on my shoulders was lighter, and I seemed to be less hunched.
Normally, he carried winnowing baskets from Jiangbei to Jiangnan to sell them. The road was very long, and the baskets became heavier as he carried them. Today, he carried fewer winnowing baskets, and Xiaoqi carried a bag, so Su Youfu felt a little more relaxed and did not feel so much pressure.
I can also talk to my daughter while changing shoulders.
"I made the baskets and bamboo bags like those in the book you gave me. I was thinking of trying them out later to see if they can be sold. It doesn't take much effort anyway." Su Youfu said easily.
Of course, it is actually quite laborious. Unlike the simple little bamboo bags that Xiaoqi made for her student Liang Jiajia, Su Youfu spent several nights pondering over it before he figured it out. His hands were already covered in thick calluses, and he even broke several blisters. He almost spent every night thinking about how to make it before going to bed.
I feel like there are more hairs on the ground these days.
But he would not tell these to his daughter, Su Youfu always said the good thing.
Xiaoqi was also very happy to hear that his father had made other things.
The father and daughter talked as they walked, with Xiaoqi talking more.
It was also very fast, thanks to Xiaoqi who has been exercising recently, running and walking, and his physical fitness has improved a lot. Otherwise, he would have been out of breath after following his father for such a long time, carrying a large bag of things.
When we arrived at the place where winnowing baskets were sold, it was a rather messy market with a lot of old furniture and second-hand items, all of which were black.
Xiaoqi followed her father to a store she had never been to before, so her father asked her to wait outside.
The shop was unusually tidy. It was very big and had a lot of stuff inside, including winnowing baskets and other bamboo woven items.
"Hey, Lao Su, you're so fast this time. You've done so much in just one week." The boss is a middle-aged woman, chubby, with a round face and a big black mole on her chin. She looks a bit powerful.
Su Youfu put down his burden and smiled innocently.
The middle-aged woman walked forward to look at the winnowing baskets and raised her eyebrows.
She had already raised the price for this man by one dollar last time. The winnowing baskets made by the lame old Su are very easy to sell and can be sold as soon as they come. The construction sites always want them first because of their good quality, but the quantity is too small.
Unexpectedly, the quality seems to have improved this time. The densely woven bamboo winnowing basket seems to be able to hold water.
Xiaoqi also came in and opened the sack with his father, taking out the bamboo basket and bag inside.
Xiaoqi was holding a bamboo bag in her hand and was reluctant to put it down. It was very delicate and felt like cool bamboo strips to the touch, but not prickly at all. There were old bamboo strips stuck on it, the kind with old bamboo spots, which had been boiled and had a fresh bamboo fragrance.
It was then that the boss noticed the girl holding the bamboo bag, standing at the door. She inexplicably thought of a painting of a little girl holding a water jug. Her house had recently been renovated, so she went to an oil painting shop and bought such a painting to decorate her storefront. At this moment, she actually felt as if the girl in the painting was standing at the door of her own store.
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