Chapter 1711 Heaven’s Jealousy of Talent 73
The man was still talking: "Zhang Laoliu went to collect kelp, and the car happened to be going to the Pu family who was admitted to the school. The car will be here in a while, and he will be there in the afternoon."
While the man was talking, the woman kept tugging at the corner of his clothes, but he pretended not to feel it.
The woman couldn't help but mutter: "It's not for nothing, it cost eight yuan..."
Xining immediately took out ten yuan and handed it over. The man immediately waved his hand and said no.
Xining forced it into the woman's hand: "We don't have much money, but we are a little better off than your family. We can't let your family pay for it."
It's not much, so I'll just prepare five or six thousand. Once we got to the city, we could use the money on the card casually.
The woman's smile suddenly became even brighter: "I know you are all good people. After all, you are from Donghai College, the best school. You are a happy person."
The car came soon...a tractor powered by a diesel engine parked outside the fence.
The man went over to say hello, then turned around and introduced: "This is the only cart in the village that is not pulled by animals."
Speaking with a bit of pride, he rented the only car, and Zhang Laoliu looked like he was sitting on a royal carriage.
Looking at the tractor with its mottled paint, there was a smell of fuel consumption, and there were already piles of fish-smelling baskets behind the truck... Hu Liangming was drunk, until he sat in the open compartment behind the truck, he still felt like he was in the car. dream.
I really want to go to the first district, that’s all. If you want to go, boss, go and see how poor it is.
The woman came out with a package tied with old cloth and handed it to Xining who was already sitting in the car: "Sister, you take these with you. Although they are old clothes left over, they are all washed. Yes. Just give it to your classmate, his family should be able to use it.”
"Okay, I'll take him and thank you!" Xining actually took it and put it on his lap.
"Hey, I also have some old clothes at home, let's take them with us... I also have a few old clay pots that are not being used, and they are collecting dust..." At this time, the surrounding villagers hurried home to get their things.
Seven or eight parcels containing old clothes, old clay pots, and rusty shovels were all loaded into the car. Fortunately, the trunk space of the car was quite large.
Xining thought that since he had gone, he couldn't go empty-handed, so he took this opportunity to ask if there was anything he could buy. So I spent fifty yuan and bought two relatively small pieces of bacon.
The woman also borrowed thirty pancakes from her neighbors and wrapped them all up for them to take away.
"Goodbye, come back when you have time~" The villagers waved goodbye from behind.
Looking at the old clothes and packages piled next to him, Jiang Debin was a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry." He didn't know what to say at the moment.
"What can I be sorry for?" Xining was also honest, and the price of two pieces of bacon was very reasonable: "Being greedy for petty gains is also forced by life, and their nature is still simple. They are not rich, but they still think about people in poorer places. You should be proud to have such villagers.”
Yes, in areas close to the edge like this, there are often unruly people in the poor mountains and rivers. People passing by are either blackmailed or robbed, and even lose their lives. In comparison, these villagers are good people. Jiang Debin suddenly felt sweeter than eating honey.
Xining didn't care about other people, moved two bags of old clothes, put them behind him, and closed his eyes to rest.
The sun was getting a little brighter, and Zhang Laoliu handed them a large plastic sheet. Although it is in tatters, it still exudes a fishy smell. It should be used to keep out the rain when it rains and prevent the collected kelp from getting wet.
They stretched it up and placed it on their heads to block the sun. We stopped for a while at noon and found a shaded place to rest, relax and have something to eat.
"Boss." Hu Liangming handed over water and pancakes.
The cake became hard when it was cold, and it was bumpy all the way. Xining didn't have much appetite, but he had to do it. He took a small bite of a piece and chewed it slowly.
The surrounding scenery gradually changed from farmland to wilderness. The plants also slowly changed from green to green-yellow.
Jiang Debin explained: "The closer you get to the sea, the more barren the land becomes, and you can't grow anything." This is why the area is poorer. There are no ocean currents, no fish, and nothing can be grown on the land.
"Saline-alkali land?" Xining muttered. It relies on mountains to eat mountains and water to eat water. This time Zhang Laoliu went to collect kelp, and there might be only kelp there.
We continued on our way and finally arrived at the seaside village at about three o'clock in the afternoon.
Led by Zhang Laoliu, who often came to buy kelp, he quickly found Park Min Ho's home.
Park Min Ho actually has four younger siblings, which is not too many. There are many with seven, eight, or even a dozen. In a village where medical treatment relies on witchcraft and there are no entertainment activities, which is similar to that of a primitive tribe, giving birth to a child after eating is naturally the only fun.
The mortality rate of children here is surprisingly not very high. On the one hand, they are isolated from the world, and on the other hand, they have been lacking medical treatment and medicine for a long time, which has created natural resistance. After all, there is medicine, and if you take a little medicine, you will be cured quickly.
Zhang Laoliu used not only money to buy kelp, but also some basic medicines brought from outside to treat colds, fever, stomachache and diarrhea. He is also a very down-to-earth person and does not raise the price because of this. The medicine he buys is priced at the same price, and he collects kelp according to the price, so the villagers like to do business with him.
Park Min Ho's parents knew they were their son's classmates and immediately entertained them warmly, splitting coconuts and borrowing a fresh fish to grill.
Sitting cross-legged on a mat made of plants, Xi Ning presented the gift "two pieces of bacon" and took off the things the previous villager brought and gave them to Park Min Ho's parents.
When Pu Minggan's parents saw so many things, they immediately called their children and asked their parents to come over and pick out clothes.
Knowing that they might have clothes to wear, those children went and shouted happily.
Even though he is poorer, he still doesn't monopolize it and knows how to share. Xining can't help but nod.
Hu Liangming stared at the "house" made of coconut trees and ventilated from all sides. There were houses in the village just now, so this place was simply a shack. There is no solid wall at all, and kelp is hung around it as a shield.
There are many children, seven or eight years old, who are still running around wearing nothing. Adults wear clothes made of plant fibers similar to hemp, and some women can be seen weaving with simple looms made of sticks held between their toes.
Other villagers came one by one. There were only a dozen households in the whole village, and most of them were children. Opening the package containing clothes, everyone happily picked up the clothes.
When I see something that doesn’t fit, I ask someone else to try it on my child to see if it can be worn.
Making a set of clothes requires thread drawing, twisting, weaving, and sewing, which takes about half a month of leisure time. Daily work is required, and such clothes are not wear-resistant. They will still wear out quickly if they are mended, and they will have to be repaired soon. Therefore, clothes are in short supply, and there is only enough for myself. Children can only wait until they grow up and learn to weave and make clothes by themselves.
The coconut opened its mouth, and the coconut milk inside was sweet and delicious. Xining, who was drinking coconut milk using a reed tube as a straw, couldn't help but wonder: "How did Park Min Ho get into Tunghai College?"
(End of chapter)