My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 3 But it looks familiar
Let Weidong take the 9.85 yuan change from the old man.

By the way, I asked and found out that the price of pork in the county is 70 cents per pound, and it is planned meat that is supplied with tickets.

But the price of bacon in the county town has reached four yuan.

I knew there was a way.

After eating the noodles in big mouthfuls, he immediately jumped up and went home.

Twenty or thirty miles of country road is not a problem for rural children these days.

The young man walking quickly in the moonlight was calculating how much bacon he had at home. He must have gone to the surrounding villages to buy some.

I feel embarrassed to bargain for it in my own village, so I go to the neighboring village to look for it.

Thinking about things, he walked quickly and would not get lost along the gravel road. When he passed the basketball court at the entrance of the village, there were only a few barking dogs to greet him.

He asked Weidong to knock open the door of his ancestors' house in the side room, announce that he was back, and then prepare to pick up the bacon on the beams of the kitchen.

But unexpectedly, Erfeng, wearing one of his shirts, peeked out from the main room with sleepy eyes: "You're back. How's Uncle Rang? Everyone was talking about this in the evening when they were resting in the grain field..."

Girls change a lot when they grow up. How come she was a girl with snot bubbles in elementary school and a skinny girl in junior high school, suddenly she becomes so beautiful?

Farmers use the lowest wattage incandescent lamps, just enough to have a bright light.

But the bright moon hung on the treetops, shining on the girl leaning against the door, and the light and shadow on her body meandered and undulated just like the hillsides she had just climbed.

The old and somewhat transparent sweatshirt made the waist look hollow, but the exposed waist was slender and delicate.

Although the homespun shirt on his shoulders was also old, it now looked more gorgeous and lighter than silk and satin.

Wei Dong took a look and saw that he had walked twenty or thirty miles without breathing heavily, but now his breathing became much heavier.

Erfeng seemed to feel the gaze on her and shyly hid towards the door, but did not retreat. Her big black eyes were still looking at her, reflecting the moonlight in the sky.

But Weidong only took a glance at her and turned his head away, saying in a deep voice, "My father fell and became paralyzed. He has to recuperate at home. This has caused great hardship for our family. I certainly can't go to school, and I'm even more unwilling to be a farmer. I want to go out and do business to make money..."

Even Erfeng knew about it and was shocked: "Doing business? You'll have to cut off your tail!"

That’s right, any attempt to make money on one’s own and establish private plots of land would be cut off as a capitalist tail in the 1970s.

This is a soul-touching act, like cutting off the tail of the heart. The process is more painful than going to jail.

Let Weidong nod coldly: "Yes, you may go to jail, but I have no choice now, I can only do this, so don't delay yourself, find a husband and get married as soon as possible, go back!"

After saying that, he grabbed a backpack from under the eaves, went to the kitchen, and used a fork to pick up a few pieces of bacon from the beams.

For many years, the eastern Sichuan region has been using adobe to build walls. The walls of the houses are more than a foot thick, with beams and tiles on top. This has been the case for hundreds and thousands of years.

It took a lot of courage and vision for Lao Rang, who had been a soldier, to leave the land and go to the city to work as a bricklayer before the young and middle-aged people in the village.

He was also very ambitious and wanted to support his son through college and then build a big brick house for his family.

It was obvious that Weidong was only concerned about how to help his father get back on his feet.

There is no thought of getting married out of any love or affection at all.

What's more, in my previous life, when I was released from prison, I heard the news that Erfeng was married off by her parents. What nonsense is there to talk about?
This target might as well be Tsushima.

He looked up and picked off the only three pieces of dry and skinny bacon, which made him even more determined. He decided to work hard to earn money and send his father to the provincial hospital to try his best!
Then see if you can follow the boss to change your family's destiny.

Turning around, he saw the girl sitting blankly on the threshold of the main room, so he simply closed the door and spent the night in the thatched pile.

Before closing my eyes, I was still wondering if I would wake up and return to the security dormitory in the tax compound.

Fortunately, as a security guard, he was used to staying awake before dawn and was still by the stove.

He scooped a ladle of water from the jar, wiped his face, filled his stomach, pulled up the backpack and went out the back door.

Collect bacon along the ridge.

In villages with this kind of hilly terrain, the fields are scattered and fragmented, so the villagers actually do not live together.

Often, several households gather together two to three hundred meters apart or even further apart. Only at the roadside village entrances will there be slightly more people gathered together. Some households are even located on the hillsides or tops of mountains.

Weidong thought he should try selling it first, so he asked a few nearby stores.

Everyone knew that his father had fallen and was injured, so they used their cash to buy bacon and sell it in the city. They forked the meat from their own roof beams to give to him, and two families even refused to take any money.

Weidong estimated the weight, charged one yuan per pound, put down the money and left.

In fact, the purchase price of pigs raised by farmers to the slaughterhouse is definitely lower than the selling price in the county.

Weidong then thought of the 1.5 yuan dandan noodles and felt it was a bit of a waste. So he just grabbed three boiled sweet potatoes from a friend's house as rations, filled a backpack with about 60 kilograms of bacon, and returned to the city.

It's really like playing an online game where you fight all kinds of monsters in the wild, harvest a bunch of small odds and ends, and then go back to the city to find the NPC to hand in the task.

If you can follow the richest man, it would be like joining a union and following a big spender, and you will take off directly.

Weidong didn't feel tired at all while walking on the mountain road with heavy objects on his back. He was full of energy just thinking about these trivial things.

When I arrived at a village near the county town, I also bought dozens of eggs displayed by a roadside farmer, ten for one cent each. The main reason was that I was attracted by the cloth bag that held the eggs and the bag full of chaff.

Although Wei Dong is not the kind of cunning and fickle person, he has seen a lot of things in the world during his forty years in the guard room.

I have been thinking all the way about how to avoid being hit.

Before entering the city, I took a break, picked out the eggs, and then shook the whole bag of chaff into the backpack filled with bacon.

The light chaff did not account for the total amount, but it penetrated into the gaps between the dry and white bacon, covering the bacon head and burying the eggs.

This is the farmers' custom to prevent eggs from breaking.

Now it looks like the whole basket is full of eggs.

You don't have to go through the city in fear. You can take a long-distance bus from the bus station on the edge of the county town to the prefecture-level city 40 kilometers away.

One dollar and seven.

Weidong waited until he got into the car before pretending to be relaxed as he tore the cloth bag made of two old pillowcases sewn together into long strips and slowly wrapped them around his head.

When I was a student, I looked down on old farmers who wore headscarves, but now I just want to make myself look honest as much as possible so as not to be suspected.

Doing business these days is really a deliberate scheme by criminals.

The anti-detection awareness is quite strong.

Fortunately, the county was full of rural people carrying backpacks, and there were quite a few of them piled up on the bus. When they saw the eggs buried in the chaff, they refused to let him move them to the roof and hang them outside. However, the conductor told him not to sit on the seat and to sit on the steps at the door holding the backpack, to prevent it from tipping over and breaking into pieces, making a mess on the floor that he would have to clean up.

Weidong said yes in his heart and pretended to be timid and fearful to do it.

It was almost noon when he arrived in the city, where he had lived for most of his life.

In the previous life, they were arrested and sent to the city for detention. Naturally, they were also detained here after they were released. They were too embarrassed to go back to see their parents and they had lost their wives, so they stayed here to do odd jobs. Who would have thought that they would stay here for the rest of their lives.

Shangzhou, located in the upper reaches of the Three Gorges, has been a place for people to settle down in Sichuan or the last resting place before traveling thousands of miles to Jiangling since ancient times. The gathering of merchants has made it a water and land port that is far more prosperous than the Three Gorges estuary such as Baidi City, hence the name.

It is said that the richest man came from a family with a long tradition of doing business, which allowed him to carve out a niche for himself in the 1980s when everyone was starting from scratch, risking his life.

It’s definitely right to follow him!
Down below this vast river is the Three Gorges gap, the only outlet of the Sichuan Basin in the southeast corner. Going upstream is the provincial capital, although it is not there yet.

But Weidong was already used to it, and he had only been there once to buy melon seeds.

Today's prefecture-level cities are not even under the jurisdiction of the provincial capital.

But it doesn't look like a prefecture-level city. It is dilapidated everywhere and you can see various slogans painted on the walls from time to time.

So the young man carrying a backpack and wearing a headscarf was not afraid of meeting any acquaintances. He resisted the urge to go to the tax compound to look for the richest man, and went straight to the pier to buy a ticket and board the boat.

Five dollars and two cents.

The cheapest motor boat in the county.

On the broad river, there was the large passenger ship called Dongfanghong, which was four or five stories high. It was a state-owned ship that cost more than ten yuan and had beds.

This two-and-a-half-deck passenger and cargo ship, with its sides pressed down to the water's edge, is operated by a local transport company.

Except for some beds upstairs, the entire deck and the bottom cabin were filled with only long wooden benches, crowded with people, livestock and cargo.

Pigs grunted, chickens clucked, ducks arrived, and there was cursing from people stepping on chicken and pig manure, and disputes over space, making the noise extremely loud and noisy.

Weidong was still filled with relief at having passed the occupied area, and he leaned against the corner with his arms around the backpack.

The thick painted steel bulkhead was filled with the violent roar and vibration of the motor. If it weren't for the headscarf, my teeth would have been shaken into marshmallows in a short time.

In my previous life, I was taken out of the county by my uncle. Everything I saw was dazzled and so new, like seeing something in a kaleidoscope, that I couldn’t remember anything.

Now Wei Dong was surprised to find that everyone around him was looking at him with scrutinizing eyes!
My subconscious reaction was: "Fuck, there are so many smart people these days? This guy must be a businessman, he looks shrewd and cunning, this one is a student, still reading, this woman is a bitch, her pants are dirty..."

I've been a security guard for forty years, but he looks familiar.

He didn't even realize that he was actually very different.

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