In the 1980s, bicycles and motorcycles were extremely rare in the countryside, let alone cars.
Only those with status and status in the city can ride in cars like the Volga.
Because it was market day in Huangshi Town, many villagers got up early carrying baskets on their backs to prepare to go to the market in Huangshi Town. Therefore, even though it was early in the morning, there were quite a lot of villagers passing by the entrance of Xiushui Village.
As soon as they saw Lu Feng leading Lao Yun's family towards the black car parked under the big weeping willow tree, the villagers passing by turned their faces sideways and looked at Yun Aiguo and his grandson with envy.
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"Old Yun's grandson and grandpa are so happy."
"Isn't that right? I have lived for more than 40 years and have never even ridden a motorcycle. The grandson and grandson of the old Yun family actually rode directly into a car. That is something only an official and a millionaire can ride.
I heard that the car's seats are as soft as cotton, and it's very comfortable to sit on them."
"Who said we are not as discerning as the old Yun family? Twenty years ago, we took care of Mrs. Chu who was sent to our Xiushui Village to jump in the queue. Her kindness is rewarded. This is what the old Yun family deserves. Let's not envy it.
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Although several villagers passing by turned their faces in envy, they were not jealous of the old Yun family because they were ostracizing them. The few villagers walked past while chatting and laughing.
"Mistress, Mianmian, who is young, will sit in the back seat with you, and Uncle Yun will sit in the passenger seat. Is it okay?"
Lu Feng opened the back seat door, then turned to ask the mistress for his opinion.
This little ancestor is not easy to get along with. If you randomly arrange for someone to sit with this little ancestor without his consent, this little ancestor will be furious.
"Oh, aren't these the young master and Lu Feng?"
The mistress was about to pull Yun Mian into the car when a voice came from behind and interrupted him.
Seeing the old Yun family and the Chu family standing in front of the car, obviously intending to take the Chu family's car to the town, a trace of jealousy flashed in Zhang Ruhua's inverted triangular eyes, and she took Wang Xiaojun's hand.
He ran towards the big weeping willow tree at the entrance of the village, Wang Lanhua trotting behind with a basket on his back.
Wang Lanhua's eyes fell on Yun Mian's small body. She saw that the red skirt Yun Mian was wearing was brand new, and the white shoes on her feet were also brand new. Her hands tightened and tightened on the strap of the backpack.
Wearing new ones yesterday, we are wearing new ones today. The Lao Yun family is really generous to this stinky girl of unknown origin.
"Hey, aren't these the young master and Lu Feng? Are you going to the town to go to the market?"
Zhang Ruhua led Wang Xiaojun to the big weeping willow tree, and greeted the mistress and Lu Feng with a smile on her face, with a flattering tone, but turned a blind eye to the old Yun family.
"Um."
Lu Feng was a little displeased with the Old Wang family, but since his old lady was currently recuperating in Xiushui Village and would never see the Old Wang family again, he nodded to Zhang Ruhua politely and distantly.
"What a coincidence, we are also going to the town for the market today."
As soon as she saw the gleaming black car, Zhang Ruhua couldn't move her legs.
She turned a blind eye to Lu Feng's polite and distant attitude and continued to strike up a conversation shamelessly.
"I think this car is quite big. It can seat seven or eight people."
"No, there are only five positions."
It was obvious what Zhang Ruhua was thinking. For fear of Lu Feng agreeing, the mistress frowned and spoke before him, with a cold tone and a cold look at Zhang Ruhua.
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