Watching Zhou Haoting and his companions' car driving away, Wen Wan held onto Old Lady Guo's arm, a trace of reluctance flashing in his eyes.
"Xiao Wan, you've worked so hard." Mrs. Guo's tone was full of apology and guilt. Xiao Wan and Hao Ting had only been engaged for two or three days, but they had to face separation.
Wen Wan raised her eyes and smiled, then changed the subject: "Grandma Guo, what time do you get up in the morning?"
After saying that, seeing the puzzled expression on Old Lady Guo's face, he walked into the house and added, "I'm thinking of asking my eldest brother to send me over tomorrow and bring my daily necessities."
"Xiao Wan, I got up early in the morning. Just knock on the door when you come." Old Mrs. Guo looked kind.
After settling Mrs. Guo down, Wen Wan raised his wrist to check the time, "Grandma, it's getting late. I'll go back first and come back tomorrow morning."
"Okay, drive slowly and be careful." Old Mrs. Guo glanced at the sky and did not try to keep him. As an old woman, the greatest help she could give to young people was not to cause trouble.
Thinking of the things in the utility room, Mrs. Guo slapped her thigh and excitedly pulled Wen Wan's hand, "Xiao Wan, there is a bicycle in the room, can you ride it?"
"Ah..." Wen Wan's buttocks could not help but feel a little sore, and he shook his head and refused: "Grandma Guo, I'll take the ox cart."
Before he could finish his words, Wen Guanren had already run away like a gust of wind.
Old Mrs. Guo was stunned for a moment. Why did Xiaowan run so fast? Did she say something wrong just now?
Feeling that no one was following her, Wen Guan touched her chest in fear. She was really scared just now. Not to mention that she hadn't ridden a bicycle for many years, the bumpy loess road was a test for her.
More than ten minutes later, Wen Wan arrived at the fork in the road leading out of the town.
"Wen Wan, are you going home?" Suddenly, someone called Wen Wan.
Wen Wan turned his head following the voice and thought for a few seconds, "Uncle Niu, I thought you had collected the cars?" Then he walked over with a smile on his face.
Uncle Niu waved his hand, looked around, and said in a low voice, "There is an aunt in our village who has something to do today, so she asked us to wait a little longer."
Of course, if you make him wait longer, you have to pay him more, otherwise he would have gone back long ago.
Wen Wan understood, found a seat to sit down, and took out a dime and handed it over.
Even though Uncle Niu has lost most of his left hand, he is still a hero who has retired from the battlefield.
Originally, Uncle Niu could have stayed in the city and worked as a warehouse keeper, but Uncle Niu was stubborn. He knew that he could no longer contribute to the country and was even more unwilling to be a drag.
After returning to the village, everyone in the village admired Uncle Niu, so they gave him the job of driving the ox cart, specifically for transporting people or goods. Half of the money went to Uncle Niu and the other half went to the villagers.
Less than ten minutes later, around half past four, an aunt with a broad face came running over hurriedly, carrying large and small bags in both hands.
Aunt Chun threw the luggage in her hand onto the ox cart and said, "Uncle Niu, your car is parked too far away. If I had known there would be so few people, I would have asked you to pick me up at the station." She complained.
Uncle Niu was not one to indulge the other party. He flicked his whip impatiently and said, "You parked too far away. If you had told me earlier, I wouldn't have come. You can just walk back by yourself."
Aunt Chun, who had just got on the cart, had not yet sat firmly when the ox cart suddenly started moving and she almost fell over.
Several people in the car saw Aunt Chun's embarrassing look and couldn't help laughing out loud. They could hear that Aunt Chun's complaints were naked showing off.
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