Wan Feng sat on his grandmother's kang until very late, listening to her tell stories about the absurd and nonsensical things that happened to his father when he was a child.
Things like climbing up the eaves to catch sparrows, stealing other people's melons and dates, and even peeping at women taking a bath and being chased away.
Huh? My honest father did something like this back in the day?
Wan Feng couldn't help but sigh, although every adult takes a different path, doesn't it all feel the same in childhood!
"Later, your father joined the army. After he was discharged, he went to Heilongjiang. Except for coming back once every ten years or so, he never came back." There was a hint of complaint in grandma's tone.
"Grandma, it doesn't matter if your son doesn't come to see you. I, your grandson, will come to see you often in the future."
Grandma smiled kindly.
The next morning, Wan Feng and Wan Shuiming left Gala Village and came to Qiantou Commune.
Wan Feng looked everywhere for a means of transportation that could be hired.
Luck miraculously came again at this moment. When he walked to the gate of the commune supply and marketing cooperative in front, he actually saw a truck.
Bala** is a nickname given by Chinese people to the Varanasi sedan.
This car, produced in Poland, a second-rate European country, entered China in large quantities through barter trade in the early 1980s.
The Polonez is not suitable for use as a government vehicle, so it is used as a taxi in many areas, and many of them are also used by the first wealthy families.
What Wan Feng saw was a purple-red Varanasi, which was in very new condition. It was parked on the side of the road with the engine running. A faint blue smoke was still coming out of the exhaust pipe, and the driver was smoking in the car.
The words "Changtu County Taxi Transport Company" were spray-painted on the cars.
Wan Feng wondered why they hadn't seen this thing when they got off the bus at Changtu yesterday. If they had seen this thing, would they have taken the tractor to visit Grandma?
At that time, Lada and Prado were used as taxis in major cities in China, and later there were also Alto and Xiali.
But for small counties like Hongya and Changtu, it is good enough to have a three-wheeled motorcycle.
Wan Feng hadn't seen many high-end taxis in Changchun, and Changtu County actually used this thing as a taxi? What a rich guy!
"Why didn't we see this kind of taxi when we got off the bus in Changtu County yesterday? The streets were full of three-wheeled vehicles."
Of course, Wan Shuiming couldn't explain this question. He hadn't even seen a car a few times, so how could he know why Wan Feng didn't see this thing at Changtu County Railway Station.
Wan Feng walked up to Polonai and knocked on the car window.
The driver rolled down the window and looked at Wan Feng indifferently: "What are you doing?"
"Do you rent out your car?"
"Not for rent!" he said as he rolled up the car window.
Wan Feng pulled out a stack of ten-yuan bills from his pocket and waved them in front of the driver. "I want to rent your car for about two days. Name your price."
The driver stared at the money in Wan Feng's hand and his Adam's apple couldn't help but move.
"I'm sending someone off right now and can't rent it out. We can discuss it in half an hour."
"No problem, just name a price and I can wait here."
"One hundred a day." The driver thought for a long time before gritting his teeth and saying a number.
If it succeeds, it succeeds. If it doesn’t, just pretend you didn’t see this deal.
Unexpectedly, the other party's answer was straightforward: "Deal! Starting from the time I start using the car, it's 100 yuan a day. You fill up the gas tank and don't let me down when I use it!"
As he spoke, he took out a box of Da'anshan cigarettes and threw it to the driver: "This box of cigarettes is a deposit. I'll wait for you at the supply and marketing cooperative."
The driver looked at the gold-plated label on the cigarette, confirmed it was Da'anshan, not Xiao'anshan, and smiled: "Where are you going? I don't want to go if the journey is too far."
"Zhangcun Commune... Uncle! Where is that place?"
"Zhangcun Commune, Huangtugang Village, Beihegou Village, and on the way back, I went to Gala Village."
The driver was relieved when he heard that and said, "Wait for me for half an hour. I'll take your job after I drop off the person I need to take."
Wan Feng nodded, turned around and walked into the supply and marketing cooperative with Wan Shuiming.
Due to the emergence of individual stores, the business of the supply and marketing cooperatives suffered a huge impact. There were very few customers, and those who did come were only buying knitted shoes, hats and colorful yarn.
There were two women inside who seemed to have bought some cloth and then went out and rode away on the Prajnaparamita.
Wan Feng and Wan Shuiming were chatting by the stove in the supply and marketing cooperative.
"Nephew, you're such a lavish spender. It makes me shudder to see you. Just one hundred yuan for a day's ride?"
Wan Shuiming said in his heart, "I only earn a hundred or eighty yuan from farming in a year, but this nephew spent his annual income in one day just to make it convenient for people to ride the bus without suffering. This is definitely a waste of money."
Wan Feng chuckled: "Uncle, I will stay here for three days at most. What I want is time and benefits. Spending some money is nothing."
Wan Feng recalled a saying from later generations: poverty limits imagination.
My uncle is a person whose imagination is restricted.
"Do you think the driver can come back? He won't run away with the cigarettes, right?" Wan Shuiming asked worriedly again.
This is the perspective of a farmer.
A box of Da'anshan cigarettes costs only 70 cents. He threw away 100 yuan a day for 70 cents?
This driver earns 100 yuan a day. When he returns to the company, he probably hands over 30 or 20 yuan, and the rest is his. He is crazy if he uses his brain.
"No, he will definitely come back. A box of cigarettes is worth a hundred yuan a day, he won't do the math."
Wan Shuiming took off his cotton hat and scratched his head: "That's right!"
Half an hour passed by unknowingly.
At five minutes past nine, the Polonai came back in a hurry, drove into the yard of the supply and marketing cooperative, and drove to the gate, honking the horn twice at the gate.
Wan Feng and his third uncle Wan Shuiming left the supply and marketing cooperative. Wan Feng sat in the passenger seat and Wan Shuiming sat in the back seat.
"Then let's go to Beihegou Village in Huangtugang, Zhangshu?"
"Do you know the way?"
“Several times.”
"Then do you know that there is a Feng Shui master in that village?"
"Oh! Are you going to look for that old man who knows Feng Shui?"
Wan Feng nodded.
"I know it very well. I went to that village several times and always asked people to ask Old Huang to look at their Feng Shui. But if you go there now, I'm afraid you'll be ganged up on."
"Are there many people who come to him for Feng Shui?" Wan Feng asked curiously.
"Oh, you old nose, I'm telling you in secret that the people who come to him are all officials, even people from Tieling come. It's impossible for ordinary people to invite him."
Holy shit, was a Feng Shui master so popular in 1985?
"I guess it would be a waste of time for you to go."
"It won't be in vain. If we go there, we will definitely invite the old man as long as he is at home."
I have no power or influence, but I am rich. Even high-ranking officials nowadays don’t have as much money as I do.
Those officials now do such things secretly and dare not say who they are. Since I am not a local, I don’t need to give them face.
He didn't believe that he couldn't defeat those officials with money.
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