Not long after Lin Yi left the village with his luggage, Yongsheng caught up with him, pushing a wheelbarrow. "Uncle San, let me take you to my grandfather's house. It must be hard for you to carry such a long distance with your luggage."
"Good boy," Lin Yi praised, he was very considerate.
Lin Yi tied the luggage bag to the wheelbarrow and walked side by side with Yongsheng. The uncle and nephew talked as they walked and arrived at Caijia Village very quickly.
Unfortunately, the door of the Cai family was locked. After waiting for a long time, no one came. I had no choice but to go to the neighbor's house to ask. The neighbor lady said: The old couple of the Cai family took their two granddaughters and daughter to the city to open a shop.
What kind of store? I don't know.
Where is it opened? I haven't heard of it either.
Lin Yi was turned away again. He carefully packed the wine he brought for the old man in a sack and hung it with a rope to the Cai family's yard. The thing was too heavy and fragile, and he didn't want to carry it.
Zhao Yongsheng: "Uncle San, where are you going to find them? I'll take you to the bus station."
Lin Yi pulled out the note with the address from his pocket and said, "Your Third Aunt left me a note. It's 100 meters northeast of the cross street of County No. 1 Middle School, next to the Jiamei Clothing Store. I'll go there to find them."
"Okay, then I'll take you to the town to wait for the bus." Yongsheng pushed the wheelbarrow swiftly, and the father and son rushed to the town again.
On the way, Lin Yi chatted with him casually: "Sheng, tell your uncle what you want to do."
Yongsheng wanted to scratch his head, but he was pushing the wheelbarrow and couldn't free his hands. He had been thinking about it all the way, but he didn't know how to start the topic of finding a job with his uncle. Suddenly, his uncle asked him, um, what did he want to do?
Yongsheng: "Uncle San, I...I don't know what I want to do. I'm not very good at studying, and I definitely can't do office work."
Lin Yi slapped the boy on the shoulder again: "Oh, you are quite self-aware. With your elementary school education, even if you want to find a clerical job, your uncle doesn't have the ability to do it."
Yongsheng chuckled nonchalantly: "I wanted to join the army two years ago, but unfortunately they didn't accept me."
Lin Yi nodded. He knew about this. There were more than ten villages in their town, and there were only a few quotas for military service each year, not enough for the people with connections. "What about the others?"
"Anything else? I don't know what else it is." Yongsheng shook his head. "Anyway, I don't want to farm in the village."
Lin Yi agreed and said, "That actually coincides with what your Third Uncle said. Farming is actually not very interesting and it's tiring."
Yongsheng: "I'm not afraid of being tired, nor do I find it boring."
He paused and looked at Lin Yi embarrassedly: "Uncle San, I told you, please don't laugh at me."
Lin Yi: "Just tell me, haha, why would a grown man be afraid of being laughed at?"
Yongsheng said hesitantly: "Uncle San, I... I just want to go out and see the world. I don't want to be like my grandfather and my father. They have never been anywhere and don't know the changes in the outside world. All they talk about every day are the things in the fields, as if they can see the end of their whole life with just one glance."
"That's it? What's there to laugh at you about? Isn't this normal? You are so young, it's normal to have such thoughts." Lin Yi thought he wanted to say something boring.
"That's it? That's it! My parents don't agree." Yongsheng muttered unhappily, "Marriage is like being tied down. You're not allowed to go anywhere. I can't even talk about this with my family. If I do, I get scolded."
Lin Yi laughed: "They just thought you wanted to go out and have fun. If you were to go out to work, they would be so happy that they would definitely not say anything to you."
Yongsheng: "Who says it's not? But jobs aren't that easy to find. Our village accountant bought his son a job at the feed station in our town at the beginning of the year. I heard it's not easy either, only 25 yuan a month. He spent 600 yuan to buy this job, which means he worked for two years for nothing..."
He has four brothers, and his parents can't possibly give him that much money. Even if they had the money, he wouldn't want to do it.
The two of them soon reached the main road of the town, where there were more and more pedestrians, bicycles, horse-drawn carriages, and even trucks carrying goods.
"Driving a truck is a good job!" Lin Yi's eyes lit up: "Do you want to learn how to drive?"
"I want to, which man doesn't want to?" Yongsheng said with certainty. But "it's useless to think about it."
"Why is it in vain? As long as you want it, Third Uncle will find a way for you." Driving is not difficult at all. Not to mention driving, he has even driven a spaceship and has owned several mechas.
"Really? Uncle San, please don't lie to me, I will take it seriously." Yongsheng's mouth grew wider and wider. He said that being sweet-mouthed, hardworking and having good character are the necessary prerequisites for progress.
The opportunity is coming.
"As long as you don't fear hard work and fatigue, I will definitely teach you!" Lin Yi patted his chest and promised.
"What? You teach me?" Yongsheng felt as if a basin of cold water was poured from his head to his heart, and even his heels were cold.
Lin Yi looked at him disdainfully and said, "Why, your Third Uncle can't teach you? Let me tell you, your Third Uncle knows a lot of things."
Yongsheng sulked and muttered quietly, "Yes, you know a lot, and you're the best at bragging. You brag without thinking, just speaking without thinking."
With a "slap", Yongsheng was slapped on the back again: "What are you mumbling about? Louder."
"Nothing, I just don't want to talk!" Yongsheng said dejectedly.
Yongsheng walked down the road for a while, feeling down, until he saw a small car parked on the side of the road that he had never seen before. It had a single row of seats in the front and a small cargo box in the back. It was unlike the big Jiefang jeeps he had seen before. "Uncle San," he asked, "what kind of car is that?"
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