"They've all disappeared, it's time to come back to reality."
Qin's mother shook her head gently, knowing in her heart that her daughter had taken a liking to Wang Dabao.
Although she knew her daughter was beautiful, Qin's mother did not approve of the relationship because of the vast difference in their family backgrounds. She wanted to enlighten Qin Jingru, saying, "Just treat it as making friends. I don't think they would be interested in a country girl like you. Give up on that idea as soon as possible."
"Oh, Mom, you're my own mother, I've never heard you talk to your own daughter like that."
Qin Jingru was somewhat embarrassed and angry, and stomped her feet hard. "Whether you like me or not is not up to you. I think Brother Dabao is a good person. If he really likes me, he won't care about these things."
"Besides, my cousin's husband is also from the city, but he still married my cousin."
Feeling embarrassed, Qin Jingru quietly added a comment.
"How can that be the same!" Qin's mother's eyelids drooped. "You don't even look at your cousin's husband's family situation. Look at Wang Dabao's situation. His monthly salary is equivalent to three or four months of your cousin's husband's. With those conditions, he would be spoiled for choice when looking for a wife in the city."
Qin Jingru knew that what her mother said was true, but she still couldn't help but retort: "Maybe Da Bao just wanted to show off and was just making things up!"
"Nonsense?"
Qin's mother showed no mercy when criticizing her own daughter, saying, "You can't just spout nonsense about a big motorcycle and a watch!"
"Brother Da Bao said that he borrowed the motorcycle from his boss."
“Okay, you borrowed it from your boss. Then why don’t you see your cousin-in-law borrowing a motorcycle from his boss? He can’t even borrow a bicycle, let alone a motorcycle or a watch.”
Qin's mother poked Qin Jingru's forehead with her finger, "Anyone who can borrow a motorcycle from a leader must be a highly regarded junior leader. I'm not trying to discourage you, but this Wang Dabao is too outstanding, you're not good enough for him."
"Anyway, I think Brother Dabao is pretty good to me. It's okay to be friends. I'll go visit my cousin in a few days."
Qin Jingru, her eyes red, wanted to argue, but didn't know how to start. She left a sentence and ran into the house.
Qin's mother sighed. Ever since Qin Huairu married into the city, her daughter had become too proud and insisted on finding someone from the city as well. Being proud was a good thing, but being too proud was troublesome!
After leaving Qinjiacun, Wang Dabao passed through two more villages before reaching Wangjialou Village.
Seeing that no one was around, he drove his motorcycle to a deep grove of trees, then took the two puppies into the island farm, instructed the housekeeper to cook for him, and then took out a batch of rice, flour, cooking oil, tea, milk candy, pork, cigarettes, liquor and other items from the warehouse.
Looking at the supplies piled up on the ground, Wang Dabao began to pick and choose which supplies to load onto his motorcycle. If the rope hadn't been too short, he would have liked to load all the supplies onto the motorcycle.
After the remaining items were moved back to the island's warehouse, the housekeeper had also prepared the meal.
Wang Dabao simply had a picnic in the woods.
After the meal, carrying a motorcycle full of belongings, we headed towards Wangjialou Village.
There's a saying that goes, "The city is full of tricks, but the countryside is even more slippery."
But that was in later times; back then, the rural areas still had a strong sense of community and camaraderie.
Moreover, the village is small, and if anyone has a problem, the neighbors will come forward to help, which makes the community feel even more welcoming.
Wang Dabao's original parents died early, and he was unwilling to go to the city with his uncle. Although his uncle would often send things back, he was able to survive and grow up with the help of the whole village until he joined the army.
My uncle didn't come back for several years after he started working, and he hadn't been in contact with many people for decades. The social interactions in the village had faded, which was one of the reasons why the village wasn't notified about his funeral.
One must have a conscience. Wang Dabao ate the food of the villagers back then, and now that he's made it big, he should naturally lend a hand to them.
How can you say that just because you've moved to the city and are living a good life, you've forgotten all the people who helped you?
Moreover, the supplies on the motorcycles were just a drop in the ocean for him; even if he had a few more motorcycles, it wouldn't be a burden at all.
"stop."
Wang Dabao was stopped by several militiamen as soon as he entered the village along the path.
There was no way around it; he was riding a sidecar motorcycle, which was just too cool.
"Where...where did you come from? What do you want in our village? Is that a motorcycle? What's on it?"
A burly young man stepped forward carrying a hunting rifle, his tone suggesting he was questioning Wang Dabao.
"Um, you have so many questions, which one do you want me to answer first?" Wang Dabao chuckled, looking at the eighteen or nineteen-year-old youth in front of him.
Seeing Wang Dabao's defiant attitude, the young man immediately tried to stab him in the chest with the barrel of his gun: "Oh ho, I told you to speak, so speak! Who's going to speak first? Answer one by one..."
"Smack!"
Before the young man could finish speaking, a man who rushed up from behind slapped him hard on the back of the head.
“I don’t know where he came from, but I know he came from Wangjialou Village.” A man looked at Wang Dabao and laughed.
Another person stepped forward and glanced at Wang Dabao as if to confirm: "Hey, it really is Dabao. What's wrong? Couldn't make it in the city, so you've come back to the village?"
Wang Dabao jumped off the car with a smile, took out a cigarette and handed one to everyone: "Uncles and elders, please stop teasing me. Please introduce this person to me first. I'm not a senior member of our village, so I can't just call him whatever I want."
The man who had just slapped the young man on the back of the head chuckled as he smoked the cigarette Wang Dabao had offered him.
"These filtered cigarettes are so good! Da Bao, do you have any more?"
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