Chapter 2 1 rubber cart

The weather was so hot that it was only twelve or three miles from the Bali Bridge to the Yanghe River, and the chest and thighs of the white nose were drenched with sweat.But he is Hu Tai's best animal and still has a go on the muddy driveway.The sun hanging in the west was still scalding hot from the willow bushes by the roadside, and the muddy water splashed on the car was also hot on the bare legs.The car finally walked from the ditch-like road to the dry place.The white-nosed old man Gu, who kept yelling, was relieved at this moment.He straightened himself up, reached behind his buttocks and took out a cigarette pouch.

"Father! It rained heavily the day before yesterday! You see, this road is really difficult, like a river of mud." His daughter sat on his right with her little grandson in her arms.She leaned back a little, wearing a new white-bottomed blue-flowered foreign cotton dress, her hair had been cut and hung neatly on the beam of her back, and the front hair was combed upwards and gathered high, which seemed to be With some happy eyes, he was looking around, and followed his father back to his mother's house, which is a rare good luck in a year. "Well, it's almost time to cross the river. The Yang River is rising, so sit still!" The old man tapped his cigarette pouch.The road is so difficult!

The two wheels were almost completely buried in the water, and the white nose only showed a big back, as if floating on the water, struggling hard, the eldest girl hugged the child tightly, grabbed the railing, and the water splashed from the back of the car to the front.The old man swung the whip on both sides of the animal, roaring "heh, heh, heh" as the cart swayed.A piece of water in front of the car was illuminated by the sun, dancing dazzling silver waves.The old man couldn't see the road clearly, and the sweat was streaming down his wrinkled face. The car sank, pulled out again, bumped badly, and leveled again.With great difficulty, Baibi crawled out of the water, and slowly stepped on the shallow water with his four hooves.The car was on the road to the river beach again, and a gust of wind was blowing, so cool!

On both sides of the road, like the north bank of the Yanghe River, the ears of rice are densely packed.The millet is fat and tall, reaching to the shoulders of people.The sorghum blocks everything, and the leaves are as wide as those of the corn.The soil was wet and black.From those crops, a smell evaporated.After walking through this field, I came to the vegetable garden again. The canals flowed outside the vegetable garden, and the field was lined up neatly with dark green and light green vegetables.Every time Old Man Gu walked through this area, he couldn't express his envy. Why didn't he have such a good land?His desire for land was endless, and he couldn't help but say to his daughter: "In Xinbaoan, you count the land around Baliqiao as good; in our Zhuolu County, only these six districts are considered home. You Seeing how ripe the soil is, every three years is a crop of rice, and the harvest in one year is more than in two years."

"Planting rice yields a bigger harvest, but it takes a lot of work. I change the water once or twice a night. I worry a lot. His grandfather also said that our fruit trees in warm water are good. I heard that this year is a big year, and one mu of land is worth ten mu of land." What?" The eldest girl thought of the orchard of her natal family, of the trees full of red fruits, of the piles of wormwood burning in the orchard, of planting fruits in the orchard in previous years, piled the fruits into hills, and put them into baskets What an interesting thing it is to carry it to sell!But she thought of a broken pear tree in the orchard, she frowned and asked:

"Did Uncle Qian's willow tree be sawed off?" The old man didn't agree, just shook his head.She said in a very rude voice: "Huh! They are still relatives! You don't know how to ask the village cadres for evaluation. The village cadres can't control it, and there are district officials." "We don't want to argue with him about that. A tree can't get much poorer. If other places suffer a little bit more, it will stand up. Don't say that it is only half-broken, and it has produced a lot of pears this year. Sigh." When the old man Gu’s son, Gu Shun, was digging the canal last spring, he slightly moved Qian Wengui’s willow tree growing by the side of the canal. Later, when the wind blew, the willow tree fell across the canal, pressing on Gu’s pear tree. On the tree, the pear tree was crushed and folded in half.Qian Wengui wanted Gu Shun to pay for the tree, and refused to let others move his tree.Yi Gushun wanted to reason with him and asked him why he didn't plant his own tree?But the old man forbade it, and the whole village knew it. They all felt it was a pity to see that pear tree die year after year, but no one just talked about it quietly and refused to care about this matter.

At this moment the old man turned his face away again, and looked at his daughter with his water-soaked eyes all year round. It took him a long time to wipe his eyes, then turned around again, and said to himself: "You're not too young, you still don't understand the world!" So he turned his full attention to the mule ahead.The car had already passed Baihuaizhuang, and the Sanggan River was ahead again.The sun was already setting towards the western mountains, and from the crops on both sides of the road, clumps of mosquitoes flew out to surround people.The little grandson was bitten and cried. While beating her with a handkerchief, the mother pointed to the bushes at the foot of the mountain on the other side of the river and coaxed the child, saying, "It's almost there, it's almost here. Look, there are all fruit trees there, and the trees are full of fruit trees." Red fruit, green fruit, let's go pick the fruit, pick it all for the baby who doesn't like to cry, heh! Heh! Heh!"

The car was bouncing in the river again.The Sanggan River is already downstream here, and it flows down another fifteen miles to Hezhuang, where it joins the Yanghe River; the Sanggan River flows from Shanxi into Chanan, nourishing and enriching Chanan, and this downstream area is even richer. . But old man Gu only paid attention to the white nose at this time, and admired it, admiring the animal and the car with rubber wheels in his heart. If it weren't for Hu Tai's rubber wheeled car, today he would have to walk that section of dirt road and cross two roads. It is not easy to cross the river!

Their car went onto the river beach again.When they got to the field, the people who were still weeding in the crops looked at the car and the people sitting on it curiously, and they murmured in their hearts: "Did this old man buy a car again? The crops haven't been confiscated yet, where are they?" The money from here?" But they didn't have time to think about it, and they bent down to weed carefully in the gradually darkening field. The terrain gradually increased, and the car slowly walked through the sorghum field, the sorghum field, the hemp field, the mung bean field, and the orchard area.There are dense forests on both sides, surrounded by short earthen walls, some branches stick out of the short wall, most of the fruits are still green in color, and occasionally a few are dyed some attractive red.The sound of someone talking in the garden can be heard, and people like to look at the fruits that are getting bigger and riper day by day.The car passed the orchard and turned into the street.Many people squatted outside the gate of the elementary school, the stage was empty, a group of people sat on the other side of the wall, and there were a few people leaning against the window of the cooperative. They talked with the people inside the window from time to time, and looked out at the street.The rubber cart also alarmed those who were chatting, and some people ran over, and some asked loudly: "Where did such a cart come? Look at this good mule."

Old man Gu vaguely agreed, he hurriedly jumped out of the car, pulled the bridle, hurried across the intersection, and walked towards his home.The eldest girl had no time to greet a few acquaintances, so the car made a steep turn.She also felt that there was something she wanted to say to someone, but it was difficult to say.