A burst of laughter erupted in the carriage.
After this little incident, the atmosphere in the car actually became more relaxed.
Some people started chatting, while others took out their dry rations and shared them.
"Dad, how much longer until we arrive?"
Su Yufen's voice interrupted his thoughts.
Su Jianguo looked out the window.
"Almost there, in about another hour."
It's not that the trains are slow these days, it's just that the roads are bad, and along the way, people get on and off at every stop, which is very inconvenient.
Just then, the car suddenly braked hard, and everyone in the car lurched forward.
Su Jianguo quickly caught the old man who almost fell, and at the same time heard the driver getting out of the car cursing and checking.
"What's wrong?"
Someone asked.
"It looks like they had a flat tire."
The driver's voice came from outside the car.
"Everyone, please wait a moment while I change the spare tire."
A chorus of complaints immediately erupted in the carriage.
By the time the tire was changed, it was almost noon.
The car continued on its way.
At 12 o'clock, they finally saw the familiar outline of the village; Sujiatun was just ahead.
Several people got off the train at their stop.
Su Jianguo took a deep breath, and the fresh scent of soil and crops wafted towards him—a smell he could never experience in the city.
"arrive!"
"Da Mao shouted excitedly, a snot bubble on his little face."
Several old men who were cooling off under the trees stood up immediately when they saw so many people getting off the car.
One of them squinted and stared for a while, then suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Oh my! Isn't this Jian Guo from the Da Shan family?"
That shout was like flipping a switch; the once quiet village entrance suddenly became lively.
The woman who was drawing water from the well put down her bucket, and the young men working in the fields straightened up and looked over.
Su Jianguo's eyes involuntarily welled up with tears.
He can't remember when he last returned to the village in his previous life.
He couldn't remember clearly, only that he was too old to walk at that time, and few people in the village remembered him.
"Old Su! You're finally back!"
Zhang the blacksmith strode over and slapped Su Jianguo on the shoulder with his rough hand, the force making Su Jianguo stumble.
"Uncle Zhang."
Su Jianguo smiled and replied, his gaze sweeping over the villagers who had gathered around him.
There were childhood playmates who used to go fishing in the river naked with him, elders who watched him grow up, and many new young faces.
Wang Xiulan held Er Mao in her arms, Su Yufen held Da Mao's hand, and Su Mingfu supported the old lady.
The family stood neatly at the village entrance, immediately becoming the focus of the entire village.
"Brother Dashan!"
The old Party Secretary strode over, leaning on his cane, his white beard trembling with excitement.
"What happened to the leaders of the textile factory? Have they been dealt with?"
Grandpa Su straightened his back.
"Old brother, this is a long story..."
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Su Jianguo pulled out a pack of Hongtashan cigarettes from his bundle and tore open the packaging.
The rich aroma of the cigarette immediately wafted through the air, causing several heavy smokers to sniff the air.
"Come on, folks, one for each of you."
Su Jianguo distributed the items with a smile.
"A genuine pack of Hongtashan cigarettes costs 1.3 yuan!"
"Whoa!"
Carpenter Li took the cigarette, held it under his nose, and took a deep sniff.
"This tastes authentic! The country is really prosperous now."
"Developed what?"
Su Jianguo lit a fire for the old Party Secretary.
"If it weren't for the villagers coming to the city to support me that day, I, Su Jianguo, would probably be crying somewhere right now!"
As he spoke, his gaze swept across the crowd, specifically targeting the few burly young men who had helped out that day.
"Dog Egg, Dali, Er Yatou, and all of you, don't leave tonight. I really need to thank you!"
Dog Egg scratched his head and grinned sheepishly.
"Uncle Jianguo, you're too kind. How could we, the people of Sujiatun, stand by and watch our own people be bullied?"
The old man was surrounded by a group of old friends, and he was telling them about his experiences in the city.
The old lady was pulled aside by the women who asked her all sorts of questions, while Wang Xiulan and Su Yufen were also surrounded and asked about the details of life in the city.
After Su Jianguo finished offering cigarettes, he walked to the old man's side and whispered.
"Dad, does anyone in our village have a fully grown pig? I was thinking, how about we slaughter one tonight and treat the whole village to a meal? We can also talk about Mingqiang's situation."
The old man squinted his eyes.
"Slaughtering pigs? That's actually true."
The old man knew that Su Jianguo had received 20,000 yuan.
A large part of this is due to the help of the villagers.
Moreover, he still lives in Sujiatun, and his eldest son hosting a meal for the entire village would elevate their lineage's status within the village.
The old man stroked his beard, a look of approval flashing in his eyes.
"Alright, you've thought things through now. Old Zhao's black pig, they've been raising it for almost two years, it must weigh at least two hundred pounds."
"Then I'll go ask Uncle Zhao."
Su Jianguo turned to leave, but was stopped by the old man.
What's the rush?
The old man laughed.
"Put your things home first, and wash your face. I'll talk to Old Zhao about this; he has to give me face."
Su Jianguo nodded and beckoned his family to walk toward the old house.
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