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- But he said that on a village road, a man in a Chinese tunic suit was walking. He had his hands behind his back, looking leisurely and contented, and he was humming an old song: "I want to walk from south to north, and I want to go from south to north." From day to day, I want people to see me but not know who I am"
No, it should be walking from north to south. The man smiled and showed his white teeth. It was Wang Baoyu. He finally found a set of Chinese tunic suits that he had worn before. On the backpack behind him, there were only a map of the country and a fortune-telling tool. Bagua pictures and the book "Norwegian Wood".
Feng Chunling's analysis is not bad. Wang Baoyu was deeply inspired by this book. Watanabe finally found relief by walking on foot. He also wanted to use this method to settle his soul while walking, and then truly think about himself. Should I choose Qian Meifeng or Feng Chunling?
At the beginning, Wang Baoyu was still thinking about his family and children, and his heart could not calm down. But as the journey progressed, his calves began to get sore, and his brain began to go blank. Wang Baoyu relieved the burden in his heart and just rushed on his way. That¡¯s all.
No mobile phone, no money, no worries, naturally no desire, less troubles, and more peace, which made Wang Baoyu feel extra free, and even regretted that he should have gone on such a hiking trip long ago.
The sun was warm and the breeze was blowing on his face. Wang Baoyu walked forward with firm steps. After passing through several small villages, it was getting late, but his stomach growled unsatisfactorily, and he also felt a little thirsty.
Wang Baoyu habitually touched his pocket, planning to go to a small shop to eat or drink. When he touched it, he found that there was nothing in it, and then he remembered that he had brought nothing.
No, we have to get something to eat. Wang Baoyu saw in the field not far away, a farmer was leading a cow to plow the field. On the field, there were pancakes, green onions and a bucket of water.
"Brother, I'm really hungry. Can you give me something to eat?" Wang Baoyu leaned over and asked with a smile.
"What do you do?" the farmer asked warily.
"Fortune teller." Wang Baoyu took out the gossip chart in his bag and showed it.
"Hehe, then do the math, will I give you something to eat?" The farmer brother grinned.
"You seem to be a good person at first glance. There must be something happy at home recently." Wang Baoyu said.
"You are really smart. My wife just gave me a big fat son." The farmer brother said proudly.
"You are my son's destiny, and my child will be very filial to you in the future. This destiny cannot be better." Wang Baoyu said while climbing along the pole.
"Hey, you are right again. My son is very sensible. As long as he is not hungry or sleepy, and does not make noises or make noises, I will be happy when I see him." The farmer brother showed off his son with satisfaction.
Wang Baoyu chuckled, no matter how parents in the world look at their children, they all like their children. Even children who cry day and night will be praised by their families for having a loud voice and being promising in the future.
Wang Baoyu didn't care to comment on these, his stomach had already growled, so he pointed at the food and asked: "Brother, can this be eaten?"
"Then just eat. By the way, help me hold the plow after eating." The farmer brother said.
Wang Baoyu, who had not eaten for a day and was very hungry, felt that pancakes rolled with green onions were so sweet and delicious for the first time. He ate two pancakes in one breath, drank a lot of water, wiped his mouth, and got up to help the farmer brother with the plow.
After a few laps, Wang Baoyu only felt that his calves were extremely sore after walking for a day. When he burped, his mouth was filled with the smell of green onions. Although he came from the countryside, he had never done farm work and was a famous second-rate man. Now, finally, I truly understand the hard work of farmers.
"Everyone says that other people's wives are good, but I just feel that no one can compare with my wife." The farmer brother led the cow and sang a song, but he looked very leisurely.
With Wang Baoyu's help, the progress of the farm work was much faster. When the sun set in the west, the farmer brother took Wang Baoyu to sit down, handed him a crumpled cigarette he rolled, and asked: "Brother, are you ready to go?" where."
"In our line of work, we are at home all over the world." Wang Baoyu said.
"You still plan to do this for the rest of your life, right? You don't have a wife."
"Not yet."
"As soon as I saw it, if you don't like to hear it, no girl would be willing to marry a fortune teller." The farmer was worried about Wang Baoyu and actually sighed.
Wang Baoyu chuckled: "So I want to make more money and then marry myself a wife."
"Well, you have to be an honest person. It's getting dark now and you're still helping me with the work. Why don't you just go to my house to stay one night and start your journey tomorrow morning." The farmer brother said generously.
"Thank you so much." Wang Baoyu clasped his fists quickly.
"Let's go. My wife must be waiting anxiously at home. My son is very fat. He weighed more than eight pounds when he was born. My wife is exhausted from holding her all day." The farmer brother mentioned his son happily again, and then whipped him violently. He took a few puffs of cigarette, crushed it out with his feet, stood up and said.
After getting on the bullock cart, Wang Baoyu sat on the bullock cart and headed towards the nearby small village in the gradually darkening night.
The old cow was returning home in a hurry and kept swaying its tail. Wang Baoyu still couldn't get used to the smell of the cow's butt and couldn't help but turn his head to one side.
"Where is my hometown?" The farmer brother asked about his home affairs while driving the car.
"From Dongfeng Village, Liuhe Town, Funing County." Wang Baoyu said.
"What's your name?"
"Wang Xiaobao."
¡°I¡¯ve sung Errenzhuan before.¡±
"No, I can't bear the hardship."
"Looking at your young age, why don't you find some legitimate livelihood?" The farmer asked in confusion.
¡°We don¡¯t have any land at home, so we don¡¯t know much about craftsmanship. We can only do this, but it¡¯s not easy and we often go hungry.¡± Wang Baoyu said.
"Well, you are too young, this kind of craftsmanship is for old age." The farmer brother's words are indeed a true insight.
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? We arrived at the farmer brother¡¯s house unknowingly. It was a three-room big brick house on the edge of the village. A short, fat farmer woman, holding a child in her arms, was looking at the door.
"Da Lin, who is this?" the peasant woman asked doubtfully.
"A little brother who can tell fortunes is from Funing. His name is Wang Xiaobao. He was helping me with the plow just now." The farmer brother said.
As soon as she heard that she was helping with the work, the farmer woman immediately smiled on her face and led the way into the house. The farmer brother washed himself on the water table first, and then invited Wang Baoyu to come to the east room and sit down.
The hot and steaming meals had been prepared long ago, including stewed tofu with potatoes, cabbage and radish vermicelli. The staple food was polenta and large white steamed buns. Wang Baoyu sat down grandly. The farmer brother poured two glasses of white wine and handed one to Wang Baoyu. He was polite. Let Wang Baoyu eat and drink well. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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