Exciting 1979!

Chapter 65 Wei Jiefang plays with the villagers
Wei Ming didn't like traveling at night in fancy clothes. After all, he was Wei Jiefang's son and his personality was like that of his father.

But there was no other way. It was already dark when he came back, so he had to travel at night, but he turned on the car lights.

As a result, the first person he met when he entered the village was his father. However, this was not surprising. After all, one had to go to the south end of the village to return to the village from the county town, and his home was at the edge of the village at the south end.

But I didn't expect that the first thing Lao Wei said when he saw me was: "Turn off the lights!"

"What's the matter, Dad, have you learned to keep a low profile?" Is this still the old Wei I know, so low-key?

Wei Ming turned off the light and supported himself steadily with his long legs on the ground.

Lao Wei asked the key question first: "Did you write that Duck Prophet?"

"Yes, you know all this?" Wei Ming was surprised.

Lao Wei asked again: "Did you get into trouble because of this novel?"

"No, oh, there were some controversies, but there are no more controversies now."

"Ah, is everything settled?"

Wei Ming probably guessed the reason, and nodded: "Yeah, it's even."

Old Wei's somewhat hunched body suddenly straightened up, and his facial expression became colorful, as if he was ready for battle.

Wei Ming asked: "Can we turn on the lights now?"

"Wait a minute," Lao Wei asked again, "Where did you get this motorcycle?"

"Oh, don't mention it!"

Wei Ming said: "The train arrived in Hengzhou an hour late, and the bus back to Ping'an County had already left. Fortunately, I stopped a tractor from Ping'an that was going to Hengzhou to transport fertilizer, and returned to the county town. It was already dark, so I thought about going to Liu Rulong's house to ask his grandfather to borrow a bicycle. Unexpectedly, the old man had just bought a motorcycle, so I just rode it back."

"Hey, is this old man Yang so powerful? A motorcycle must cost a lot of money!" Wei Jiefang exclaimed.

After all, their team had no motorcycles, and there were only one or two in the entire commune, and they were domestic brands. The one under Wei Ming's crotch was a Suzuki, a genuine imported product!
Wei Ming smiled and said, "The old man also saved up his royalties for more than a year before he gritted his teeth and bought it."

Comic strips are very profitable these days. Famous artists like Yang Songqiao can charge ten yuan per page, and sometimes there is room for further increases.

"No, his annual royalties can buy a motorcycle?!" Wei Jiefang was even more shocked. He then shifted his gaze from the motorcycle to his son, his eyes eager, "What about you?"

Wei Ming was surprised and said, "Ah, you want a motorcycle too. If I had known, I wouldn't have bought you a radio. The money I saved would have been enough to buy you a wheel."

"What, you bought me a radio! Where is it? Where is it?" Wei Jiefang then noticed that there was a big bag tied behind Wei Ming.

Wei Ming: "Let's go back and look at it. There are too many things."

"What are they?"

"I brought them all for you, delicious and fun things." Wei Ming said as he was about to push the cart into the yard.

Then he was stopped by Lao Wei. How could his family see such a big bag of things?
"Don't go home yet, and don't turn on the lights," Lao Wei began to plan, "So, you sneak around to the north end of the village, and then enter the village from there."

In this way, we can cross the entire Gouzitun and pass by the brigade headquarters and Zhao Chunlai's home.

Wei Ming didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Dad, I just came back from the county town. How can I enter the village from the north end? This doesn't make sense."

"In Henghe, this makes sense!" Wei Jiefang explained to him, "You said you have returned home in glory, so you must go to the grave to see your grandfather, your grandmother, and your second grandmother."

I have returned home in glory, and I have only been away for a month!
However, in order to make Old Wei, who had been depressed for a long time, happy, Wei Ming turned around and rode out of the village, planning to take a detour to the grave at the north end of the village. Late at night, Old Wei was not afraid that his son would be scared.

As soon as Wei Ming left, Wei Jiefang quickly pushed the door open and heard his wife say, "Hurry up and sit down to eat. Who was that outside just now?"

Wei Jiefang said excitedly: "My son is back!"

"Ah!" Xu Shufen and Wei Hongniang screamed at the same time.

Wei Jiefang said proudly: "And he is returning home in glory!"

The two were about to go out, but were stopped by Wei Jiefang.

"He won't be back for a while."

"why?"

Wei Jiefang: "He said he had something to say to his grandfather."

Wei Hong picked up the flashlight and left: "My brother must have brought some luggage, I'll go pick him up!"

Xu Shufen looked at the food on the table. Although it was Mid-Autumn Festival and there were moon cakes on the plate, it was still too simple and shabby.

But the family couldn't afford anything better. Although Wei Ming gave twenty yuan, Old Wei still had to pay twenty more. Besides, in the countryside at that time, you couldn't buy food and meat just by having money.

Fortunately, the family raised a few chickens, and the eggs were supposed to be sold at the market. Xu Shufen decisively took out the eggs that she had saved for several days and prepared to add a dish to her son.

If it wasn't so late, the dish would have been chicken instead of eggs.

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Wei Ming had already reached the north end of the village. Looking at the cemetery in front of him, he hesitated for a moment, took out the table lamp he bought for Xiao Hong, got out of the car and walked over. The car was still running, and from a distance, it seemed that smoke was coming out of the grave, and the table lamp looked like a ghost fire in the underworld.

Soon, Wei Ming found several graves of the Wei family.

Great-grandfather Wei Jiang had three children, two sons and one daughter. Grandfather Wei Senhao was the youngest. He was born in 1920 and his tombstone says he died in 1953.

Wei Ming stood in front of his grandfather Wei Senhao's grave, his heart in a state of confusion: What kind of person are you? Will we have a chance to see each other again?

After a moment, Wei Ming bowed three times and left.

Although it was late and there was no electricity in the village, the moon was high in the sky, big, round and bright.

After entering the village, many villagers were still doing simple tasks such as stacking straw in the moonlight, or squatting at the door with bowls in hand, chatting with neighbors while eating.

The appearance of Wei Ming, riding a motorcycle like a visitor from outer space, made everyone stop what they were doing.

"Wei Ming?"

I don’t know who shouted the first word, but it was full of uncertainty.

"Hey, Auntie is busy." Wei Ming slowed down the car, and then he was surrounded by people, with chattering sounds all around his ears.

"Hey man, you're riding a motorcycle!"

"This motorcycle is much better looking than the one in the commune!"

"Is this motorcycle yours?"

Wei Ming: "It's not mine, I borrowed it."

Many people breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that it was borrowed.

"I heard you were arrested?" someone else asked at an inopportune moment.

Wei Ming smiled in response: "Whoever told me that can come and arrest me. Let's see if he dares."

"Are you really okay?"

"What can I do?" Wei Ming asked, and at the same time stretched out his left hand to check the time. "Oh, it's late, my parents are waiting for me to go home for dinner."

In the night, the watch sparkled in the eyes of the villagers.

After riding for a while, there were still a few children following behind. When Wei Ming arrived at the brigade headquarters, there were even more people.

"Uncle Chaoyang", "Aunt Guihua", "Brother Song"...

Wei Ming greeted everyone he knew until he saw Qi Kexiu.

"Oh, uncle, you are here too."

"Xiao Ming," Qi Kexiu stood up immediately when he saw Wei Ming riding a motorcycle. He was still struggling with the question and asked, "Did you really write "The Duck Knows the River Water Warms in Spring"? "

"Yes." Wei Ming admitted generously.

"Ah, you're a northerner, how do you know so much about the Magic City?" Qi Kexiu was still a little unconvinced after hearing the person involved admit it.

Wei Ming smiled and said, "Because I went to the Magic City a while ago."

"What? You went to the Magic City! You actually went to the Magic City!"

Not only Qi Kexiu was shocked, but also Accountant Jia beside him, as well as Zhao Chunlai's wife, sister-in-law and others were all shocked.

That's a big city on par with Yanjing. Some people from Yanjing Village have been there, but Modu is too far away, and no one has been there. I only heard that it's more prosperous than Yanjing and everyone is very Westernized.

Qi Kexiu wanted to ask more questions when Wei Hong came over with a flashlight.

"Brother, brother!" Wei Hong's voice was full of surprise.

She only knew that her elder brother had returned, but she didn't expect that he came back on a motorcycle.

"Xiaohong," Wei Ming smiled from the bottom of his heart this time, "Hurry up and get in the car. I'll carry you back."

He got out of the car, adjusted the luggage bag, and let Wei Hong sit in the back seat holding it.

"Brother, what is this? It's square." Wei Hong asked loudly.

"This is a radio I bought for Dad, or maybe it's a wine box. Hold on tight." Wei Ming stepped on the accelerator and drove away in a cloud of dust.

Among this group of people, only Qi Kexiu and Accountant Jia quickly caught up, wanting to visit Wei Jiefang's home.

When Wei Ming and Wei Hong were approaching their home, they suddenly heard someone banging and someone shouting, "Fire, fire!"

That direction seems to be their home!
Wei Mingxin said: Old Wei, do you really have to set your house on fire just to attract the villagers?
(End of this chapter)