"She didn't run away, but her father didn't agree with us."
The fact that Zhu Ping told Wan Feng such a thing showed that he no longer treated his nephew as an outsider.
But it is also possible that he just wants to find someone to talk to about his inner distress.
People who are in a bad mood especially want someone to listen to their troubles. In fact, this is a kind of mentality that one person's pain is not as good as everyone's pain, and the person wants to share his pain with others.
"I thought it was some kind of thing, but it's nothing."
Zhu Ping's eyes widened as big as ping-pong balls: "Isn't this a big deal? To me, this is a big deal."
"Big deal? How big? Did I miss out on eating or getting dressed?"
"That's because you don't understand yet."
Me? What's wrong with me? I'm no different except for my height. Even my peeing equipment isn't any better than yours... That's nothing to brag about.
"Uncle, just listen to me and you don't have to do anything. Just do what you need to do, eat and play. When autumn comes, there will be nothing to do."
"That's impossible!"
"What's impossible? As long as my future aunt doesn't change her mind, her father won't be able to cause any trouble."
"Your aunt is sure to be fine."
"As long as she's okay, if her father gets too angry, have my aunt tell him she wants to take over. I guarantee he'll be in big trouble."
Jiang Yuan was only in his fifties, and the policy didn't allow him to retire now, nor did he want to. On the other hand, even if he retired, he couldn't let his daughter take over his work. He still had two sons, and he had an older brother who was a blacksmith.
Wan Feng knew all these things clearly.
If Jiang Xue insists on taking over, Jiang Yuan will be so worried that he will want to marry her off as soon as possible so that he can have some peace and quiet.
Now Jiang Xue is twenty years old, and in the countryside at that time, it was already difficult to get married. Jiang Yuan could not rely on her at all.
Zhu Ping obviously couldn't understand the twists and turns here and looked puzzled.
"You're right to listen to me. By autumn, your future father-in-law will agree."
Wan Feng walked out of the house after that. He could not explain anymore because any further explanation would easily expose his mistake.
He had a lot of things to do and had no time to chat. Yang Hong was probably waiting for him in the brigade yard.
In the afternoon he was going to deliver the broken glass to Cuitun. This time the accumulated glass was quite a lot and the carriage might not be able to hold it all, so he thought of using the brigade's tractor.
He had to work very hard to get the brigade's tractor yesterday afternoon. Four or five people from the brigade headquarters spent his three-dollar bribe yesterday afternoon.
A bottle of wine, cakes, biscuits, peanuts and other things made the brigade secretary's face as red as a monkey's butt.
Yang Hong doesn't smoke or drink, so Wan Feng had no choice but to buy him a pound of peach cakes.
He had spent his last two taels of food coupons, so he could forget about buying snacks or anything like that.
Wan Feng paid Xu Jingmin and his brother Xu Jingren to load the goods, and gave each of them fifty cents for loading and unloading fees.
I feel like the income from this glass trip will be greatly reduced. I have already spent almost five dollars without doing anything.
The 22 tractor was a 22-horsepower tractor produced by the Shenyang Tractor Factory at that time. It had a cargo bed that was three meters long, two meters wide, and fifty centimeters high, and was rated to carry two tons of cargo.
Wanfeng's glass almost filled a whole bucket.
Although the tractor raised a lot of dust when it ran, it was much faster than a horse-drawn carriage. It arrived at the yard of Cuitun Wire Drawing Factory with a rumble.
It took another half an hour to unload the truck and weigh it. Wan Feng earned 23 yuan for more than 3,000 kilograms of glass.
Then they started the usual nonsense session. Wan Feng lit a cigarette for Song Yuancheng and asked a question.
"I've found out everything you asked me to know about Sun Wu. To be exact, he'll be serving seven months of re-education through labor, from June 1st to January of next year. When he's released, it'll be almost Chinese New Year."
Liu Shengan must be dealt with, so Sun Wu is always a real threat to Wan Feng. He must know the exact day when this guy will come out so that he can take precautions.
"Uncle Song, you know this guy never does anything right. Many people are angry at him but dare not speak out. Is there no one in the Warrior Commune that he's afraid of?"
"Yes! When did you see this guy come to our Liutun to make a fuss?"
Wan Feng really doesn't know about this.
"Haven't you ever been to your Liutun?"
Song Yuancheng narrowed his eyes as if recalling something. "If I remember correctly, it was probably the year before last. This guy and three or four hooligans, including Wang San from Wangtun, Li Er from Lizhuang, and another guy who came from nowhere, came to our Liutun to cause trouble for a guy named Bi Yongjun. They were dealt with by Zhang Guangpu. The four of them couldn't defeat Zhang Guangpu and he beat them away. Since then, Sun Wu has never come to our Liutun."
It turns out that the person who helped Zhang Guangpu deal with the three or four Rao people was Sun Wu.
Wan Feng's brain worked like lightning for more than a minute, and an idea formed in his mind.
"Is Zhang Guangpu in your village now?"
"That's a strange question. Where else could he go if he wasn't in the village?"
"Doesn't he often go back to Bohai City?"
"That happened in winter. He never left during the busy farming season. Hey! Why are you asking?"
Wan Feng took a deep breath and said, "I'm going to get to know him. Are you free tonight? Can you accompany me to his house? Are you acquainted with him?"
Song Yuancheng glanced at Wan Feng in confusion, then acted as if something had suddenly dawned on him: "Why are you looking for him? Oh! You're not here to learn a few moves from him, are you?"
Wan Feng also chuckled: "That's exactly what I thought."
"This is really bad. Some people in our village wanted to learn a few moves from him, but he never taught them."
"They are them and I am me. There is no comparison."
"Okay then. What time do you want to come tonight? Don't be too late. His family and I live down the street, so we're pretty good friends."
"When does his family usually finish dinner?"
Song Yuancheng thought for a moment and said, "It must be at least seven o'clock after dinner at this time."
This is normal. Rural families in summer usually have dinner around this time. It is not dark at seven o'clock in this season.
"Does he smoke or drink? How many children does he have?"
"I drink a little, but I don't seem to smoke. I have two children, a son and a daughter. The son is five years old and the daughter is seven."
In just a few words, Wan Feng had a general idea of the situation of Zhang Guangpu's family.
He drinks but doesn't smoke, and has two children, a boy and a girl. As for Zhang Guangpu's wife Wan Feng, no one asked her, so she is not a very important clue.
"Okay, wait for me at the entrance of Liutun Village at 7 o'clock in the evening."
After returning to the Jiangwei Brigade headquarters on a rumbling tractor, Wan Feng walked into the brigade's supply and marketing cooperative.
I glanced at the counter and couldn't help but feel a headache.
Don't be fooled by the faded poster above the counter that says "Develop the economy, ensure supply," but in fact the goods on the counter are very simple and scarce.
There is no way to guarantee supply.
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