Siheyuan: The road to counterattack for the little transparent

There aren't many people on the street at this time. After all, people's main source of income nowadays is work. The only people walking outside at this time are some elderly people with their children who haven't gone to school yet.

The road was less crowded, which was good for cycling. After a while, Lin Donglai rode his bike from the courtyard to the city gate. The city was busy near the city gate. It couldn't be said to be crowded, but there were quite a few people on both sides.

Moreover, most of them are middle-aged people, or to be more precise, middle-aged people who are unemployed. These days, without a job, there is no income, so those who have some connections will find temporary work to barely make ends meet.

Those who couldn't find a job also needed to eat, drink, defecate and urinate, so there emerged some people guarding the city gates, hoping to collect some mountain products that the farmers sent to the city. The things these people collected were not cheap, and they would usually take them to the pigeon market and sell them at a higher price after dark.

There is another type of people who are responsible for purchasing in the restaurant or purchasing staff like Lin Donglai. At this time, food is in short supply and demand, and they often have money but cannot buy anything, so they can only wait at the city gate and try their luck.

Lin Donglai immediately spotted a familiar figure among the people gathered at the edge of the city, looking around outside the city. This middle-aged man, who was about thirty years old and wearing glasses, was none other than Li Rongfeng, who was also from the purchasing department.

After parking the car, Lin Donglai walked behind him and patted his shoulder: "Brother Li, why are you here?"

Li Rongfeng was concentrating on observing the situation outside the city. He was suddenly patted on the shoulder and was startled. When he turned around and saw Lin Donglai smiling at him, he immediately lost his temper, pulled him aside and said, "Xiao Lin, keep your voice down."

“Don’t be afraid of you laughing at me, but after our section chief assigned the task to me, I immediately ran to Wangjia Village. But guess what, I didn’t even get an egg.

I didn't believe it, so I went to Huling Village not far away. There were a few families there who raised ducks, but they were unwilling to sell them, saying they wanted to keep them for laying eggs.

After saying this, he looked at Lin Donglai and said earnestly, "Xiao Lin, I advise you not to come here in vain. Stay here with Brother Lin. The chances of receiving the goods here are greater. By the way, do you want to go to the countryside?"

Hearing Li Rongfeng's question, Lin Donglai pointed to the bicycle parked nearby and said, "Hey! The factory just happened to provide us with bicycles, so I installed a shelf and planned to go for a spin."

"Wow! Such a new car, it looks so nice! No one in our department has been allocated such a new car. Chief Su is really good to you." Li Rongfeng's eyes were full of envy.

At this time, he didn't care about the situation outside the city gate. He touched the front of the bike and the bell, pressed the seat and said, "This seat is quite elastic. I guess my butt won't hurt after riding for a long time. A new bike is still the best!"

Lin Donglai thought: This is the normal reaction a normal person would have when seeing a new bicycle. Xu Damao is not normal at all. He just lacks envy, jealousy and hatred engraved on his face.

Thinking about the purpose of going to the countryside today, Lin Donglai said to Li Rongfeng: "Brother Li, I still want to go to the countryside to try my luck." As he said that, he thought of something and smiled: "It's a good opportunity to try whether this bike is as painless as you said."

Li Rongfeng was also amused: "You kid! You are so naughty! Then Brother Li wishes you good luck in advance." The young man has plenty of energy and it's okay for him to ride his bike more. Since he doesn't listen to advice, let him go.

After Lin Donglai pushed the cart to the city gate, he remembered that he had forgotten something important. He turned back to ask Li Rongfeng how to get to Zhangjia Village, and then he officially set off.

After getting on the bike, I rode forward along the main road on the left. After all, a new bike is a new bike. It is quiet, stable and fast to ride, which makes people happy.

There are many crops planted not long ago on both sides of the road, but they don’t look very good. If the trend continues, the harvest will probably not be very good.

This is where rural people suffer. After working hard for a year, whether the harvest is good or not depends on whether God will give them food to eat.

After riding for a while, Lin Donglai found that apart from people working in the fields, there were few pedestrians. This situation was similar to his childhood memory. Everyone was busy working in the fields, and there were basically no people in the village on the road.

Some people would go home at noon to eat and drink, and then go back to the fields to work until dark. Some people would even bring a bun to eat in the fields and then continue to work until dark.

Days like this go on day after day, year after year.

After Lin Donglai pedaled towards the main road for a while, he was stumped by the road in front of him. He saw a three-way intersection dividing the main road into three, and the three small roads were narrow and winding, and he didn't know where they led to.

He stopped the car. He had no memory of this scene and it seemed he couldn't move on.

Looking around, Lin Donglai saw an old man bending over and weeding in the field not far away. He felt relieved: As the saying goes, if you have a mouth, you can find a way.

After he parked the car, he immediately walked towards the old man, and said, "Hello, old man! I want to ask you for directions."

The old man heard someone talking, turned his head to look at the person walking towards him, then slowly raised his waist and stretched slowly: "Ouch", then took off his hat to reveal a dark face.

"Where are you going, young man?" He looked at the bike he was riding and asked, "Are you a purchasing agent in the city?"

Lin Donglai quickly replied with a smile: "Uncle, I want to go to Zhangjia Village. There are three roads at this intersection, and I can't remember which one to go. By the way, uncle, you have a good eye. I would like to ask, how did you know that I was a buyer?"

The old man straightened his back at this time and smiled proudly when he heard his question.

"No one in our village has a bicycle. Except for your city buyers, who else has a bicycle to ride these days?"

"But young man, I advise you not to make this trip in vain. Many of us country folks can't even get enough to eat right now, so how can we buy anything for you? Alas..."

The previous words made Lin Dong feel that the old ones are still the best and the summary is really good.

The latter sentence made Lin Donglai feel very sad. In these special three years, under such a particular environment, it was indeed not easy for ordinary people to live, and it became more difficult every year.

"Uncle, can you please tell me how to get to Zhangjia Village? I went there twice with my mother when I was a child, but after so many years, I can't remember the way clearly."

As soon as Lin Donglai finished speaking, the old man looked at him and asked, "Is your mother from Zhangjia Village? What's her name?"

"My mother's name is Zhang Qiuxiang. My grandparents died when I was young. She grew up eating at other people's homes. She left Zhangjia Village only after she married my father."

"Your father's surname is Lin, and he is an elementary school teacher?" The old man asked impatiently with tears in his eyes.

Lin Donglai nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, uncle, so you know my parents? Are you also from Zhangjia Village?"

The old man sighed, walked over to Lin Donglai, looked him over, and said excitedly, "I know more than just your parents..."