Early the next morning, the sound of a tractor could be heard in front of the ancestral hall at the entrance of the village. There were no tractors in Lizhuang yet, so villagers who were having breakfast immediately gathered around.
There were several large boxes placed in front of the ancestral hall where Ye Tian and his son lived. In addition, Ye Dongping had already visited each family yesterday, so everyone knew that they were moving.
"Brothers of the Ye family, come back if things go wrong in the city. There is no shortage of food for you two in the village..."
The fat sister-in-law at the head of the village pulled Ye Tian with a look of reluctance. Although this boy was quite naughty, he was also lovable. The person who made such a small noise felt as sweet as honey.
"Yes, little Ye Zi, don't think about the past. Just follow what my uncle said and just marry a wife and live here..."
The respected old village chief also said the same thing. With Ye Dongping in the village, he would do all the electrician work. If he left, he would probably have to train another electrician.
"Fat sister-in-law, old Uncle Li, thank you, thank you all. We, father and son, have caused everyone a lot of trouble over the years. Our Li Village will always be my home, Ye Dongping..."
After hearing the words of the villagers, Ye Dongping's eyes became moist. After more than ten years of getting along day and night and supporting each other, although they are not relatives, they are better than relatives.
"Uncle Ye, it's getting late. The tractor will be back for work at noon. Should we move the things up first?"
Feng Kuang found the tractor. Originally, he and Ye Dongping were the same generation based on seniority, but Liao Haode asked Ye Tian to call him brother, so Feng Kuang had no choice but to call Ye Dongping uncle.
"Okay, Xiaotian, you go up first and arrange the things..."
Ye Dongping lowered his head, wiped his tears with his sleeves, and carried Ye Tian onto the tractor.
However, Ye Dongping couldn't intervene, because the people in the village gathered around and helped to move the things up.
"Ye Tian, you have to come back often!" Pang Dun wiped his tears with his hands that had just touched the mud, and stood under the tractor and waved to Ye Tian vigorously.
Ye Tian rummaged around on the tractor for a while, took out a handful of wild dates picked from the mountain yesterday, handed it over, and said: "Pang Dun, why are you crying? Aren't you going to go to school in the county next year? By then.
Aren’t we together again…”
Ye Tian's nose was also a little sore, but he held it back. The master said that a good man bleeds, sweats, but never sheds tears. We can't be like old ladies who always drop golden beans.
"Ye Tian, do you keep your word?" Pang Dun wiped his tears vigorously.
"Nonsense, when have I ever spoken without counting?"
"Okay, then I will definitely be admitted to the county high school next year!"
Pangdun waved his fist vigorously. He didn't know that because of this decision, he became the only one of his generation to step out of the countryside and see the vast world outside.
"Okay, goodbye fat guy, goodbye ladies..."
Under the watch of the aunts and uncles in the village and Ye Tian's friends, the tractor drove towards the county town with "bursting" black smoke.
As the tractor walked on the dirt road, it was obviously bumpy, so Ye Tian's mood was not very high along the way. It was not until he got on the cement road and entered the county town that Ye Tian's mood improved.
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"Dad, look, that's a movie theater, and it's showing "Shaolin Temple"!"
Looking at the large artificial oil painting poster on the cinema, Ye Tian became excited. Although he had watched the movie "Shaolin Temple" several times, boys would never tire of it.
After the tractor drove past the cinema, Ye Tian's attention was immediately diverted, "Crazy brother, what's the name of that car? Also, why are there no monkey performers in the county?"
"Dad, is the place where Teacher Yu and the others are going as big as ours?" Ye Tian had a feeling in his heart that if Yu Qingya didn't leave, then the two of them could continue to be classmates in this county.
Looking at the scenery of the county, Ye Tian was like a problem baby, constantly asking all kinds of weird questions. In fact, he didn't want his father and Feng Kuang to answer them, he just used it to vent his excitement.
Although this is just a small county town, there may be hundreds or even thousands of counties in the country that are larger than it, but for Ye Tian, this is the liveliest and most prosperous city he has ever seen.
"Dad, their clothes are so beautiful..."
Compared with people in the countryside who always wear clothes of a certain gray color, there are many more colors in the county. The open-flare trousers that were just popular from the south and the really good dresses worn by the girls made Ye Tian look at them. It’s dizzying.
The novel experience made Ye Tian forget the pain of parting with Lao Dao and his friends, and Ye Dongping's mood also improved. It's just that people from Sijiu City really don't like this small county. .
"Ye Tian, stop shouting. Brother Feng will take you to a movie tonight..."
Ye Dongping didn't take his son's shouting seriously, but Feng Kuang felt a little embarrassed. Driving a tractor into the county was quite eye-catching, and Ye Tian's shouting was just telling the city people that they were country bumpkins. Going into town?
Although he has only stayed in the city for less than a month, Feng Kuang is already holding himself to the standards of city people.
The cigarettes that Feng Kuang originally smoked were replaced by filtered Liangyou cigarettes from Daqianmen. His hair was smeared with hairspray, so smooth that even a fly couldn't stand. However, the road was smoky, and his head was covered in smoke. It seems to have been sprinkled with a layer of dust.
"Okay, Brother Crazy, you must keep your word..."
After hearing Feng Kuang's words, Ye Tian finally calmed down, which also made Feng Kuang relax. Although Ye Tian's yelling attracted the attention of many young girls, it was a look of contempt.
The tractor passed through the entire county and stopped at a place in the northwest corner of the county. After Feng Kuang jumped off the back bucket, he rubbed his numb legs and said, "Uncle Ye, here we are. The company..."
To be honest, although Liao Haode explained the meaning of company to Feng Kuang many times, Feng Kuang still didn't understand what a company was, but this did not prevent him from remembering the term.
"This...is this a place for collecting junk?" Standing on the tractor, looking at the scene in front of him, Ye Tian opened his mouth in surprise.
What appeared in front of Ye Tian was a lonely house with a human-height wall surrounding the house, forming a large courtyard inside.
Standing on the tractor, you can just see that the yard is filled with all kinds of metal and plastic waste, and the whole thing is like a garbage dump.
Moreover, there is a road right in front of this house, and the area of 200 to 300 meters on both sides is all wasteland. You can't even see a house. It might as well be an old ancestral hall in the village.
"Yes, Feng Kuang, what on earth is going on?"
Not only Ye Tian was dumbfounded, but Ye Dongping, who had seen so much, was also dumbfounded. Didn't you mean to open an antique shop? Why did you set up a scrap collection station?
Feng Kuang smiled bitterly when he heard this, but this matter could not be explained clearly in one or two sentences. He handed the tractor driver a cigarette. Feng Kuang turned around and said, "Uncle Ye, let's talk about it after getting off the car. The tractor is still there."
I have to go back to work..."
"Okay, okay, get off the car..."
Now that he is here, there is no reason to go back. Although the gap in his heart is quite big, Ye Dongping still carries his luggage down there.
He moved the luggage including Lao Dao's two boxes of calligraphy and paintings into the yard. After the tractor left, Ye Dongping looked at Feng Kuang and said, "Xiao Feng, can you tell me now? Mr. Liao is talking about an antique shop, not a junk shop.
Purchase station..."
Ye Dongping grew up in Sijiucheng. Although he was born into a working-class family, he often went to Dashilan's "Rongbaozhai" and other time-honored stores. He had never seen an antique shop open here.
It's a place with no store in front of it.
After hearing Ye Dongping's words, Feng Kuang showed an aggrieved look on his face, and said with a wry smile: "Uncle Ye, you can't blame me for this. When I applied for a business license, they didn't know what antiques were.
The store, even the company can’t handle it..."
After Feng Kuang explained for a long time, Ye Dongping finally understood. The business they wanted to do had no precedent in this county, and others would not grant them a business license.
A month ago, Feng Kuang came to the county town and first applied to open an antique shop. Sorry, the nature of an antique shop is difficult to define, so this matter cannot be done.
Feng Kuang was helpless, and then he tried to register a company according to the method taught by Liao Haode. Sorry, private companies are not allowed to be opened, and collective ownership is required.
At this time, Feng Guang was completely confused. After staying in the relevant units for several days, he found that it was simply unrealistic for private individuals to do business because we were still in the era of planned economy and everything belonged to the state.
However, Feng Kuang's mind was still very active. After pondering for several days, he really took advantage of a loophole and contracted a scrap collection station in the suburbs of the county.
According to Feng Kuang's idea, even if the antique shop fails to open, he must find something to do in the county. Otherwise, wouldn't the 30,000 yuan promised by the old uncle have to be taken back?
"You... aren't you kidding?" After hearing Feng Kuang's explanation, Ye Dongping didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Where is this going?
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