When the day came for food, Zhao Yong got up early, heated breakfast in a pot for his wife, put on an old jacket and set off.
The sky was still gray at six o'clock, and the empty car moved quickly. In one hour and forty minutes, we arrived at Hongxing Village, where the Li family was located.
There are no roads in the village, so cars can only park at the entrance of the village.
After saying hello in advance last night, Zhao Yong asked Li Dalong and the villagers to move the food to the entrance of the village in advance. At this time, there were already several bags of food piled up at the entrance of the village.
A truck can pull five tons of grain, and the Li family's truck only occupies a small part of it. They have to pull it anyway, whether it's pulling one family or several households.
When Li Dalong heard that Zhao Yong took the initiative to ask other relatives in the village, he was extremely happy and said politely: "Xiao Zhao, will this bother you too much?"
Zhao Yong said generously: "It's okay, the car is empty anyway."
After hearing this, Li Dalong put down the phone from the village chief's house and immediately ran home to tell Old Man Li.
"Then go and talk to your uncles and uncles. They usually help us a lot, so let them benefit from us this time," Old Man Li said in surprise.
Old Man Li is very face-conscious. Last time Li Manjun's wedding was not held in the village, he felt unhappy.
Later, during the autumn harvest, according to their rural rules, daughters and sons-in-law who are married outside have to come home to help. The more people come back, the more honorable they will be, which means that although their daughter is married, her heart is still towards her mother's family.
If people in the village saw it, who wouldn't express envy?
Li Damei and Li Xiaomei, who were married, both came back and brought their sons with them. Even Li Lanfang's sister Li Langui, who had been at odds with her natal family for several years, also returned to her natal family with her son-in-law.
With so many people, they cleared the Li family's twenty acres of land in two days.
In those two days, Old Man Li's face was very bright. Everyone who met him envied their daughter and son-in-law of the Li family for their filial piety.
However, Li Manjun and Zhao Yong did not come. Some villagers felt sad and deliberately asked: "Didn't you say that the second daughter's daughter married in the city? If you have a car and a house, why don't you come back to help if you are so capable?"
The expression on Old Man Li's face froze for a moment, and he could only say perfunctorily: "I'm busy running a company, how can I have this free time? They work one day for a month while I work for a month. They said they would come, but I didn't let them. Make money."
If anyone thinks it’s too much, just say yes.”
But the smiles of the villagers who saw through things without telling them, still pierced into Old Man Li's heart like a thorn.
This time, the second eldest son, Li Dawei, was forced to go to the food supply, and Li Manjun and Zhao Yong had to do it one by one.
"This is true of Manjun. Look at other people's families who don't come back to visit after getting married. It's better for her to go to the city and not come back!" Qian Shufen sighed.
Ren Yan rolled her eyes secretly, "Going back home is not going back to the village. My parents are both in Heather Town, so I am going back to Heather Town."
When Qian Shufen heard this little murmur, she turned around and glared at her. This wife, since Daniel went out to work, has been paying less and less attention to her as a mother-in-law!
But before she could have a seizure, her youngest son and a few other grown-ups in the village ran back happily, shouting as they ran:
"Brother-in-law is here, brother-in-law is here!"
"What brother-in-law, which brother-in-law?" Qian Shufen asked directly without thinking.
Ren Yan thought to herself, besides Manjun's family, which brother-in-law would come today? She hurriedly washed the vegetables and took them to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
My brother-in-law came so early, he must not have had breakfast yet.
"Mom, it's the eldest brother-in-law. He drove here. It's a blue truck. It's so big." Li Xiaoniu opened his hands and gestured enthusiastically.
Li Manjun is the oldest among the sisters, two months older than Li Langui, who married first, so the eldest brother-in-law that Li Xiaoniu calls is his cousin-in-law, not his own eldest sister's brother-in-law.
Qian Shufen exclaimed, "He's really here."
"Where is your father and grandfather?"
Li Xiaoniu said: "At the entrance of the village, my father asked me to go home for dinner. My eldest brother-in-law said that he would bring all the food first and then come back. They are loading bags."
"Mom." Li Xiaoniu leaned into Qian Shufen's ear and whispered: "I said I would give my eldest brother-in-law two bags of rice for the fare."
"What?" Qian Shufen suspected that she heard wrongly, "Did your father say it himself?"
Li Xiaoniu nodded, not wanting to listen to his mother's nagging, so he called his friends and swarmed towards the entrance of the village to watch the excitement.
When he met anyone, he told everyone that his eldest brother-in-law drove up to help him pull food. His friends all wanted to get in the car and show off, and they all held Li Xiaoniu in their hands. He was so happy that he was so happy.
"The Maverick is back." Zhao Yong leaned against the car, waved to him, carried him directly to the hood of the car, and touched his head, looking like he was fond of it.
Seeing him like this, Old Man Li and Li Daniu couldn't tell for a moment whether what he just said was intentional or unintentional.
Just now everyone was in front of the car thanking Zhao Yong for helping to pull food. He said you're welcome and pushed the two of them in front of others and said: Read a book.
"It was all my uncle and grandpa's intention. We are all relatives in my hometown. Anyway, the grain truck I was pulling was still empty, so grandpa said he would help everyone pull the grain to the town."
The villagers were surprised and pleasantly surprised. They quickly looked at the Li family and their son and said words of thanks.
"Then you have to pay for the fare, otherwise everyone will be embarrassed. My family has four hundred kilograms of grain, so my family will pay two yuan. Just like this, we all pool the money together, and it will be treated as if we all rented the car together.
"Uncle Li, what do you think?" the younger son of the uncle's family suggested sheepishly.
They felt really embarrassed. After all, it was hard to rely on someone's back. It would be much more comfortable to have a car.
Old Man Li waved his hands repeatedly, "How can this be done? We are all relatives, so we can't accept your money."
"Xiao Zhao, do you think so?" Old Man Li looked at Zhao Yong with the intention of testing.
Zhao Yong nodded, "Yes, grandpa is right. My uncle originally asked me to come because he felt that everyone was working hard and wanted to help the villagers. My grandfather and uncle both helped relatives."
"My uncle and I will not treat me badly, so don't worry, everyone!" Zhao Yong laughed.
He took out the cigarettes in his pocket and gave them to the young men who were about to put them in the bag. He also handed one to Old Man Li and Li Dalong, "Sir, uncle, have a cigarette. Let's go home for dinner after everyone has finished serving food."
With that said, he lit cigarettes for the two of them, opened the car door, took out the small pony that was placed in the gap in the back seat, and helped the elderly Li to sit and wait.
When the villagers saw it, they all praised the grandson-in-law for his filial piety and asked Old Man Li: "Such a good uncle, why don't you give me two bags of freshly beaten rice so that I can take it home and try it?"
After saying that, he praised Zhao Yong, "The rice produced in our Hongxing Village is very good and fragrant. People in the city come to us to collect rice."
Old Man Li smiled bitterly in his heart and was held up high by everyone. He endured the pain in his body and said in a dignified manner that two bags would not be enough. It would cost two hundred kilograms for two people to eat.
Zhao Yong lazily leaned against the car door, holding an unlit cigarette in his hand, and said with a smile: "Then I want to taste the rice produced in our village."
