Marrying an Educated Youth in 70s: I led the farm system to counterattack

With the letter of introduction, Yang Mo could go out directly. She first went to the brigade to pick up Qian Jinwang's food, shipped it home, and put it in the system package.

Collect everything that should be collected, then get on the bike and set off.

The bad thing is that the bus from the commune to the county has already left, so Yang Mo can only ride his bicycle to the county.

The road conditions on this section of the road are better, but the distance is also long. After riding for more than an hour, Yang Mo stopped to rest.

Along the way, Yang Mo saw the surrounding small villages from time to time, some with a dozen families, some with large villages, and some with hundreds of families.

The place where Yang Mo rested was not a village, but it was not far from the village. There was a small hill more than ten meters away from the road.

She sat on the stone by the roadside, drank some water, and looked at the surrounding mountain scenery by the way.

The tops of the hills are actually similar, but compared to Dawanzi, there are far fewer trees on the hills.

Just when Yang Mo got up to leave, a figure appeared in the field of vision, with a bundle of firewood on his back, tremblingly turning down from the mountain.

Yang Mo was not in a hurry to ride, so he pushed the bike forward.

While walking, while observing with the detector, the man bowed his waist and could not see anything with the naked eye.

Yang Mo was either curious, or just reacted subconsciously with a sharp weapon in his body.

The picture of the detector shows a thin old man, dressed in rags, and his waist can be bent with a small bundle of firewood. It can be seen that his physical condition is not good.

Yang Mo looked it over, and then prepared to ride away. In this day and age, this kind of living conditions are much worse, even in the countryside of later generations, there will be a few of them.

Just got on the bike and walked less than ten meters away, the old man tilted his body and fell to the ground.

Now Yang Mo can't help it. When he sees it, he can't just mutter a few words "I didn't look at it" and just leave. At this time, there is no such thing as lying on the ground.

Yang Mo immediately grabbed the brakes, one of his long legs was on the ground, and as soon as he stepped on the other leg, he got out of the car, got on the car, and quickly ran towards the old man.

"Old man, are you okay, old man?" Yang Mo went over and helped the old man to sit up.

The old man struggled to open his eyes, glanced at Yang Mo, and then closed them again, trembling even after making such small movements.

Yang Mo saw that he was probably hungry, so he didn't say much, took out an egg pancake, and was about to feed the old man.

She didn't take the steamed buns of Erhe noodles at this time, because the old man was already in a bit of a difficult situation, and she was afraid of choking.

Dawanzi’s omelette is made by making the noodles thin, then pouring eggs, putting oil on the pan, scooping the noodles with a spoon, and quickly turning the pan around the sides to sprinkle the noodles evenly.

The noodles flowed down by themselves, and there was only a thin layer at the bottom of the pot, which was big and thin, and it tasted very soft.

As soon as the omelette was taken out, there was a smell of noodles and fried eggs. The old man wrinkled his nose and struggled to open his eyes again.

As soon as he opened his eyes, sure enough, an oily cake was placed in the hand of the girl in front of him.

The old man looked at Yang Mo with a very complicated look, then reached out to take the cake, and ate it tremblingly.

The old man eats very well, unlike those who have been hungry for a long time and gobble up whatever they have, even though they eat in a hurry.

After the first few mouthfuls, the old man's speed slowed down, and he ate slowly. He looked quite gentle.

After eating halfway, the old man stopped, took out a piece of hemp paper from his pocket, spread it out, put the cake in carefully, and wrapped it carefully.

After packing up the pancakes, the old man raised his head, looked at Yang Mo and said, "Thank you, girl."

The voice is hoarse.

Yang Mo smiled and said, "You are welcome, old man, it's just a matter of little effort."

The old man shook his head and said, "It's a piece of cake for the girl, but it's a life-saving grace for the old man."

Yang Mo didn't want the old man to talk about the favor of her cake, so he changed the subject and said: "Old man, you should pay attention to your health. It's too dangerous for you to pick firewood yourself in this situation."

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to laugh but couldn't, he didn't say anything, he just looked into the distance, as if he couldn't see the world clearly.

Yang Mo is not a fool either, he can tell that this old man is a little different from the old man he usually sees, normal old men would call her a girl or girl when they see her, but this old man opened his mouth as a girl.

However, she couldn't see anything else.

"Old man, do you live far away? I'll help you send the firewood back."

The old man quickly waved his hands and said, "No way, I can carry it back by myself."

Yang Mo got up and picked up the firewood, and said, "I'm not short for a while, let's go, I'll send it back for you."

The old man quickly stopped and said, "Thank you, girl, you are a good person, but it is inconvenient for me to implicate you again."

When the old man said this, Yang Mo knew that the old man was sent down.

Yang Mo has heard of this kind of thing a lot, but he has never seen it, not in Dawanzi, but he also knows some things about this era.

These people came down to undergo labor reform, and naturally they had the worst food and the hardest work.

Needless to say, the old man can tell by looking at it that his body must be overdrawn to a certain extent.

Yang Mo stopped talking about sending firewood at this time, and asked, "Old man, where do you live? I'll go back and see you."

At this time, the old man's eyes regained his luster, and he said, "Girl, I accept your heart, you better not come to us, we are all people buried up to our necks in the loess, we can't hurt you anymore."

Yang Mo smiled and said, "My name is Yang Mo, you can call me Xiao Yang or Xiao Mo, I'm really not used to you as a girl."

The old man seemed to have thought of it too, and with a smile on his face, he said, "Well, let's call you Xiao Yang. I didn't pay attention, but I made you laugh."

Yang Mo shook his head and said, "No, you can tell at a glance that you are definitely not a local."

The old man's expression darkened, and he said slowly, "Yes, I'm not from the local area, I'm here to reform."

Yang Mo didn't want to say more about this, so he said: "You need to take good care of your bones, don't let the transformation be over, your body won't work anymore."

At this time, the old man was silent for a while, and then said: "In the past, no matter how hard it was, he could persevere. At that time, he had faith and believed that the people would live a better life. But now, the struggle has been won. Why is the country like this? Woolen cloth."

After speaking, he let out a long sigh.

Yang Mo felt that the old man had no expectations in his heart, and said that these were confusion and complaints.

He smiled and said, "Old man, let me tell you my opinion, you have the right to just listen to it."

Seeing Yang Mo's contagious smile, the old man felt a lot more at ease, so he said, "Let's hear it."

Yang Mo: "I don't think it's right to think like your old man. There are obstacles and obstacles in a person's life, not to mention that a country is just a small setback now. The hard days before have passed, and the enemy is so difficult to deal with. They have all been defeated, and now this difficulty will pass after a little effort.”