Jia Youcai watched Lao Yang driving away, then got in the car and entered the village.
The present-day Jiajia Village is quite different from what it used to be, although the population in the village has decreased a little.
There were more than a hundred people who followed Yangshi Lei, and the garment factory also hired dozens of girls.
But those who stayed had a vision of a better life in the future on their faces. Almost every household had someone working in the city, and they could get a stable income regardless of drought or flood.
After the wheat was harvested at home, we reclaimed the fields and planted vegetables. These vegetables were not like crops that had to be harvested every few months.
We collected money every day and sent it to the city every morning, except for the garment factory, which had no money to take and used it to pay off its debts.
The steel mill and other places are all cash.
It is much better than farming, especially the green off-season vegetables in the greenhouse, which are pleasing to the eye.
It’s just not like farming, where you have to take care of the vegetable garden every day and it takes some effort.
But we are all farmers, so how can we be afraid of this little hardship? As long as there is a harvest, no one complains of being tired. As the old saying goes, when all the strength is exhausted, it will come back after a good sleep.
There was a harvest every day, and with the guarantee from the city, there was no more gossip in the village.
After selling vegetables for a while, people in the neighboring Qinjia Village were already envious of me, but there was only a limited amount of plastic film. The village chief said that it was all imported from abroad.
Even if others want to learn, they don’t have the necessary tools.
Not only did we import plastic films, but we also had some machinery. I heard that they would set up a factory next year, and I could do a job when I had free time. The good days are yet to come.
Everyone in Changping knows that Jia Village produced a talented man named Jia Youcai.
Not only did he take care of his own villagers, he also recruited hundreds of girls from Changping to come to the city to make clothes.
Wherever the people from Jia Village go in Changping, they will be looked up to by others.
When Jia Youcai drove into the village, he was recognized by an old man and an old woman who were chatting under a big tree at the entrance of the village. They shouted, "Sixth Uncle is back."
Suddenly the village became lively, and everyone came to greet Uncle Six and Grandpa Six.
Jia Youcai's smile was stiff and he responded to the villagers casually.
There were so many people that Jia Youcai couldn't recognize many of them and didn't even know their names.
Until I saw a group of children running around on the edge of the crowd.
One of the older girls was particularly eye-catching. She was dressed like a city girl, unlike the village girls whose clothes were all old and patched.
(Ran Qiuye’s age is unknown in the play, so it is slightly exaggerated here. She is probably about 14 or 15 years old, just like Sha Zhu.)
They played around everywhere and got covered in dust and mud.
Jia Youcai casually asked an old woman beside him: "Who is that girl? Why haven't I seen her before?"
The old woman being questioned glanced at the person Jia Youcai was pointing at and said with a smile, "That's Teacher Ran, the daughter of their family, who was invited from the city by the village chief."
Only then did Jia Youcai realize that the fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl in front of him was Ran Qiuye.
Looking at Ran Qiuye, Jia Youcai came up with an idea. Why not let Ran Qiuye set up a literacy class in the village to teach these mud monkeys how to read.
Just as I was about to walk over and get to know Ran Qiuye, a sudden duck-like voice came from the audience.
"Qiuye, Qiuye, where are you? I've been looking for you everywhere. Let's go to the mountains to pick wild mushrooms. I want to tell you..."
"Jia Dongxu, you're still picking wild goose eggs! Your father is about to run away with someone."
As he spoke, Jia Youcai walked over and looked his grandson Jia Dongxu up and down.
His clothes seemed to be new, and he wore them neatly. He imitated his father's style of combing his hair in a middle-length bun, and he looked skinny, which was unpleasant to the eye no matter how you looked at him.
This grandson must have seen Qin Huairu leave, and now this girl from the city has come, so he is thinking about her again.
What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you always picking on Sixth Master? He’s my teacher.
Jia Dongxu was stunned. Hearing the familiar accent, he was so focused on seeing Ran Qiuye that he didn't notice Jia Youcai had returned.
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