Not long after Feng Yijia returned home, Zhang Jingan and his group came to call her in a ox cart.
After locking the door for the third time today, Feng Yijia finally got on the ox cart and started his journey out of the mountains.
It just doesn't feel good.
She was familiar with everything in the mountains, including the Rongshu Village in front of her, but she was not familiar with the area outside Xinglin Village.
The ox cart slowly moved from Mengjia Village to the outside of Xinglin Village. Feng Yijia, who had been exposed to the scorching sun in July for four or five hours, was in no mood at all. He felt dizzy looking at the gravel road not far away and the cars speeding past on the road raising clouds of dust.
The exposed hands and face were red from the sun, and the hot wind made my whole body sticky.
I feel uncomfortable everywhere.
I have seen the prosperous cities of later generations on TV countless times, but now, looking at the old towns getting closer and closer, the little curiosity I had left disappeared.
Like a wilted leaf on the roadside, he hung his head silently, holding on tightly to the fixed box on the car to prevent his body from being moved by the bumps and getting his butt burned by the food on the side that was big enough to cook an egg.
The same was true for the other people on the ox carts. At first they were still talking and chatting enthusiastically, but later they became as silent as gourds with their mouths sawed off.
The ox cart rumbled into the town.
There were hardly any pedestrians on the small street, but there were people sitting in front of the shops on both sides, fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans from time to time, lazily waiting for customers to come.
Feng Yijia squinted his eyes and looked around. The shop was covered with a layer of dust, which made people not want to go in and take a look.
She looked at the trees along the road that were also covered in dust, and tightened her grip on the objects in her hands. She sighed deeply in her heart, and carefully recalled when the road in the town was changed from loess gravel to asphalt road?
After thinking for a while, I couldn’t figure out the exact time, but it was definitely after the millennium.
It is only the early 1980s now, and the time is too early for people to even feel hopeful.
The car Zhang Yuncong found was parked under the shade of a tree outside the supply and marketing cooperative.
The driver was a thin young man who was sitting in the cab, sucking on a popsicle. When he saw three ox carts coming, he jumped out of the car, biting the popsicle.
Zhang Yuncong got off the ox cart to greet him. Not feeling the heat at all, he put his arm around the man's shoulders and talked with him as they walked towards the supply and marketing cooperative.
Feng Yijiajia and the others came back to life in an instant, cheered themselves up, got out of the car, and moved the things in the car into the trunk at the back of the truck.
There is strength in numbers. When Zhang Yuncong came out of the supply and marketing cooperative with the driver, carrying a bag of popsicles, most of the things on the three ox carts had been moved.
Zhang Jing'an took the lead and led the group to a small restaurant next to the supply and marketing cooperative.
It was almost lunchtime and there were not many customers in the restaurant.
The boss was so bored that he ran around the store swatting flies.
A group of people sat down at the greasy table. Zhang Yuncong looked at the menu on the wall and ordered a bunch of dishes.
I have to say that the sanitary conditions of this veritable fly restaurant are not very good, but the speed of serving food is not slow.
After everyone finished their popsicles, they started eating with chopsticks.
The taste and appearance are also okay.
Apart from the well-travelled truck driver who ate and chatted with Zhang Yuncong's family, the rest of the villagers driving carts and Feng Yijia ate without even raising their heads.
The problem of having a poor appetite in summer is simply not an issue in front of a table full of greasy food.
After lunch, everyone had to continue their journey.
After saying a few words of farewell and thanks, some got on the ox carts, some got on the trucks, and they rushed in different directions.
The truck had a large cabin and a green tarpaulin for sun protection. The Zhang family's belongings only took up a corner of the truck.
There was plenty of empty space left for people to mess around in. Feng Yijia was half leaning against the wall of the car, with the sun shining on his head and food in his stomach. Although the smell of chicken and duck was a bit unpleasant and his body was tossed around, he felt very comfortable all over.
Xu Xiuping and Zhang Jing'an were both leaning against the wall of the carriage not far away, but the noise from the truck was loud, and after most of the day's work, they had no energy to chat.
There was no conversation along the way, and the truck entered the city after more than half an hour.
We stopped directly in front of a courtyard house whose walls were covered with honeysuckle vines.
Clusters of white and yellow flowers emerge from the green leaves, swaying gently in the wind and emitting wisps of green fragrance.
The heavy wooden door of the courtyard was wide open, and one could see many unknown medicinal herbs drying on the drying rack inside.
Zhang Jingan got out of the car carrying two chickens and explained to Feng Yijia, "This is where we collect medicinal herbs.
I'll take you there first!"
As they were talking, several people in the carriage got off.
Zhang Jingan walked straight into the courtyard, shouting as he walked: "Lao Tao! Lao Tao!"
Soon, a man in his forties or fifties with an extremely plump figure came out of the main hall in the middle of the yard.
His face was so fat that his facial features were unclear, and he was holding a few peanuts in his hand and putting them into his mouth.
Feng Yijia looked at the fat man who weighed at least 200 pounds and secretly clicked his tongue. In this age of widespread malnutrition, to be able to grow up like this, it seemed that he must have made a lot of money.
Zhang Jingan was very familiar with the man. He walked up to him, patted his round belly, and spoke without hesitation: "Lao Tao, I haven't seen you for a while. You've gained weight again."
Then he snatched the remaining peanuts from the person's hand and threw them into his mouth, advising: "I'm not saying anything bad, but you should be more careful with your mouth. If you keep eating like this, your health will be ruined!"
The plump man called Lao Tao didn't take it seriously at all. He curled his lips and laughed, "It can't be helped. Ever since I was really hungry a few years ago, I feel uncomfortable if I don't eat for a while!"
After saying that, he looked at Zhang Yuncong and others behind Zhang Jingan and said in surprise: "Oh, my eldest nephew is back, and my sister-in-law is also in the city.
Rare guest, rare guest, please come in and sit down. I haven’t seen you for two years!
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