The train was running slowly in the winter wilderness, like a lonely ascetic passing through the cold winter night.
After the novelty of riding the train wore off, Zhang Xuan wrapped himself tightly and threw his head on Wan Feng's shoulder without treating himself as an outsider at all.
Zhu Min smiled bitterly when she saw this scene.
My son's luck in picking flowers seems to have improved.
The second son once secretly complained that his eldest brother was flirting with a pretty girl at Dalinzi School.
Zhu Min gritted his teeth secretly. This guy must be taught a lesson. If things continue like this, he might end up in jail for hooliganism in the future.
Wan Feng had no idea that his mother was already considering whether to use a fire poker or a sweeping broom to re-educate him as a poor and lower-middle peasant. He was sleeping soundly with his head leaning against the back of the chair, his head next to Zhang Xuan's.
In fact, the temperature in the car is not suitable for sleeping. The weak heating cannot even maintain a temperature of ten degrees. It is very easy to catch a cold when sleeping at this temperature.
Even in such a temperature, Wan Feng still had the mind to dream.
He dreamed of a valley full of blooming flowers. There was fog in the valley, and a woman in red was looming in the fog.
Luan Feng usually likes to dress herself up in colorful clothes. Although it is very tacky in Wan Feng's eyes, he doesn't think it matters.
Wan Feng thought the woman in red in the fog was Luan Feng. He shouted and ran, but no matter how hard he tried, the woman in red always seemed to be at the same distance from him.
It's so close yet so far away.
When Wan Feng stopped chasing with his hands on his knees, the woman in red turned around and smiled at him.
That smile is like Luan Feng and Zhang Xuan, and that face is like Zhang Xuan and Luan Feng.
Wan Feng’s dream came to an abrupt end here because he woke up.
It doesn't matter whether he was awakened by shock or fright, he was awake anyway.
The moment he opened his eyes, the sound of the train came into his ears again.
It turned out to be a dream! Wan Feng let out a long sigh, closed his eyes and began to recall the vague dream, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn't remember what he dreamed about.
This is unscientific. How can I not remember the dream I just had?
Some people say that people who can clearly remember their dreams have some problems with their brain nerves. If this equation is true, then there is nothing wrong with my brain.
Wan Feng's head was fine, but Zhang Xuan's head was problematic because her head was resting on Wan Feng's shoulder, and whenever Wan Feng moved, it would hit her head.
Zhang Xuan woke up in a daze.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she found Wan Feng looking at her with his head tilted. Because the distance was too close, she was frightened.
"What time is it?"
"It's almost two o'clock. We've been on the train for six or seven hours. We'll be in Harbin in two more hours."
Zhang Xuan wrapped herself in her coat again, but still felt chilly. She didn't dare to sleep anymore, fearing she might catch a cold.
"What were you looking at?"
"Watch you sleep."
"What's so good about sleeping?"
"You sleep like a cat."
"You are insulting me in a roundabout way."
"How can saying you look like a cat be considered an insult? Cats are so cute. The way you were sleeping just now was like a Persian cat. No, that's not right. Cats have mustaches. Come on! Don't move. I'll draw a mustache on you."
After saying that, he took out a pen from his pocket, took off the cap and prepared to hit Zhang Xuan in the face.
Zhang Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Can you be less naughty?"
"Are you hungry?"
“A little.”
Wan Feng bent down and pulled out a shoulder bag from under the seat, and took out a bag of pork head from it. He bought it at the grocery store outside the train station when he was on the train in Long Town.
Wan Feng opened the paper package and handed it to Zhang Xuan: "Eat it."
Zhang Xuan was so angry that he wanted to throw the pig's head in Wan Feng's face: "It's already hard, how can I eat it?"
"Aren't you a cat? You can chew on anything hard."
"roll!"
"Then there's nothing... well, there's bread, how about that?"
Zhang Xuan shook his head.
"We'll have to wait until Harbin. There are a lot of snack stalls outside Harbin Railway Station, selling soy milk, fried dough sticks, flatbreads, millet porridge, and eggs..."
Zhang Xuan's stomach growled.
“There are also various steamed buns, vegetable boxes, and dumplings…”
"If you say that again I'll twist you. You're just trying to piss me off."
"Who's mad at you? I'm actually hungry too. I'm just imagining it for now, just like looking at plums to quench my thirst. When the time comes, I'll definitely buy a table full of them and eat everything."
Wan Feng thought so and did so. When the train arrived at Harbin Station, the first thing he did was to take a group of people to a collective breakfast shop outside the station, buy two of all the breakfasts sold there, and fill a table with them.
Anyway, there are eight of them, so they need so many things.
Wan Feng drank a bowl of hot soy milk and ate a bowl of dumplings, and felt warm.
"Mom! Do you still remember my Uncle Jiang Ming and Aunt Xu?" When you have something in your stomach, you won't be nervous and the gossip will come out without a second thought.
"Of course I remember."
"His house is not far from here. It's not convenient for so many of us to go there. I'll go and call him out, but I'm afraid he's not at home."
After saying this, Wan Feng ran towards Jiang Ming's house.
Luck is a very strange thing. Not only are Jiang Ming and his wife at home today, but Jiang Ming is also about to go to Wahou to pick up goods.
What surprised Wan Feng even more was that he actually gathered twenty businessmen and hired a Huanghai bus to go to Wa to purchase goods.
"Will this work?"
"Of course not! We've already made two trips. The Yellow Sea is fast, 70 to 80 kilometers an hour. We reached the destination in one day. Two barrels of No. 35 gasoline in the car are enough for a round trip."
"How much is this trip?"
"There are twenty of us on this trip, and each person gets 30 yuan. It's a good deal! I didn't save much money, but it saved me a lot of trouble. At least I don't have to back up, and I can carry more goods."
There are already a lot of people on the train before the New Year, so it is really inconvenient if you carry a lot of bags.
"What about road safety?"
The roads in the 1980s were not smooth sailing. There were many car thieves and highwaymen, and even armed robberies occurred.
"The owner's four bodyguards are all armed, and we have a few weapons too."
The fire in Jiang Ming's mouth is a gun.
"Homemade cannon?"
Wan Feng felt that the muzzle-loading rifle was just for scaring people, but he didn't think it had much killing power.
"The owner's are two double-barreled and two semi-automatic. The double barrels are full of pig sand. The two shots can even blow away the fireman. We have three carbines and two single-barreled ones."
Damn, nine guns, that’s enough firepower to make them the king of the mountain.
This made Wan Feng feel relieved.
When Jiang Ming and his wife heard that Wan Feng's mother had arrived, they blamed Wan Feng for not bringing his mother to Calais.
"What? Sister Zhu is here? Where is she? Why didn't she come with you?" Xu Xueqi screamed.
"There are eight of us in total. What's the point of us all coming to your house? They're having breakfast at the Weimin Snack Bar outside the train station."
"Take me there quickly."
Jiang Ming and his wife put on their clothes in a hurry and left the house.
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