Chapter 10： those years, those past events

Chapter 10 Those Years, Those Past Events

The rest of the villagers were also filled with righteous indignation.

"I went to inquire a few days ago. Even if the quality of the watermelons planted in the field this year is a little worse, they will charge at least six cents a catty. If you give us three cents?! We are busy all year round. , earn some fertilizer money in the end!"

"There are also sweet potatoes, one penny and one catty! Are you receiving goods or cannibals? Didn't you make it clear that you want to gnaw our bones!"

There were two people surrounded by the crowd.

One is a young man wearing a floral shirt, jeans, and a toad mirror on his face.

One is an old man wearing a white sweatshirt and polyester trousers.

Facing the angry questions from the villagers of Taoxi Village, the two looked calm, with obvious arrogance in their eyes.

"Brothers and sisters, it's not that we want to lower the price, it's just the current market price." The old man in the undershirt smiled lightly, speaking with a lofty attitude, "Your village doesn't have a lot of stuff together, besides, Taoxi Village is remote, and the mountain road to enter the village It's very difficult to go, and ordinary merchants don't want to come here at all, and they have to lose money for the round-trip freight. I also kindly took you along for the sake of the neighbors of the two villages. In the end, I was complained and cheated It makes me look like a human being.”

The young man in Ha Toad Mirror was even more impolite when he spoke, "The price has already been quoted. If you want to sell it, you can sell it. If you don't sell it, then wait to smash it into your hands! Don't even think about the appearance of the melons and fruits you planted. My uncle's good intentions are for nothing, otherwise, who would be willing to accept them? I don't know what's good or what's wrong!"

"You!" The villagers of Taoxi Village trembled with anger, but there was nothing they could do.

What people say is also true.

The land in their village is barren. Even if the things in the field are carefully cultivated, it is difficult to grow them in good condition, and even the yield is very low.

Planting crops, the crops are empty shells. Other villages produce thousands of catties of rice per mu, but in their village, if they harvest six to seven hundred catties, it is considered a bumper harvest.

Growing watermelons, when the finished products are picked, they are mostly small melons, and the small buttocks are not good-looking.

When planting sweet potatoes, people can dig four or five out of a vine, but the three they planted are very few in a nest.

Not to mention other corn, potatoes, and fruits.

The most important thing is that they want to find someone to collect it themselves, but they have no way to find anyone.

In the past two years, some people in the village went to the farmer's market in the county to find a consignee, but they didn't know what was going on. When they heard that it was from Taoxi Village, they shook their heads and said they wouldn't accept it. They didn't even talk about it.

There is a time limit for what is planted in the field. After the picking period, the melons and fruits will rot in the field. At that time, they will really lose their money.

For a while, the atmosphere in the yard was very oppressive and dull.

The villagers of Taoxi Village were silent, their eyes filled with sorrow and hopelessness.

Day by day, year by year, suffering in the days of hard work and poverty.

They don't know when it's big.

There is no hope at all.

Xi Nakamura and the two left the quotation list and left.

The villagers in the yard also dispersed. When they left, everyone's backs were bent, as if they were bent by something.

When Zhang Xifeng was about to leave, she was stopped by the village chief's wife.

"He, Aunt Zhang, wait a minute, I have freshly boiled corn on the stove, you can take a few back and taste it with my baby."

"Sister-in-law, don't take it, there is food at home." Zhang Xifeng hurriedly refused.

"Just a few corns, it's not worth anything. Wait a minute, I'll pack some for you." Luo Yuqiong, the wife of the village head, was a few years older than Zhang Xifeng, almost seventy, with white hair. hair, old face.

She found a clean small bamboo basket in the kitchen, picked up a few freshly boiled corns in it swiftly, and stuffed them into Zhang Xifeng's hands involuntarily when she came out.

"Yesterday, the buffalo at home went crazy. Huazi came back and told us. I was so scared that I was in a cold sweat. Fortunately, nothing happened. I was supposed to go to see you and your baby yesterday. It was late and I thought about going there in the daytime. After finishing speaking, Luo Yuqiong looked at Qi Qi, who was obedient and obedient, and her eyes softened, "This is Qi Qi, right? She is a good girl."

"Yes. I'm only four and a half years old, so I already know how to help me with my work. She's cute and obedient." Speaking of Qiqi, Zhang Xifeng's heavy face eased, and he patted Qiqi's little head, "Qiqi, this is Grandma Luo."

Qiqi immediately called out, timidly, with a sweet and waxy voice, "Grandma Luo."

"Hey, good, good boy." Luo Yuqiong smiled, looking at Qiqi very intently, looking up and down, as if she couldn't see enough.

Looking at it, the eye sockets turned red.

At this time, Li Shuigen, the old village chief who was also full of gorgeous hair, also came over, looked at Qiqi's eyes, and stroked Qiqi's little head with his big palm, "Come to grandpa's house to play when you have free time, you brother Huazi A few years older than you, let him take you to catch birds and fish."

Qiqi timidly responded, the feeling of her little head being stroked made her shy and uncomfortable.

After coming to Taoxi Village, her forehead was touched several times.

The unfamiliar sense of intimacy made Qiqi a little at a loss, very at a loss.

Zhang Xifeng chatted with the old village head and his wife again, and left with Qiqi.

When she walked out of Li's courtyard, Qi Qi couldn't help but look back.

Grandma Luo was still standing there, staring at her.

The grandfather of the village head squatted under the shadow of the eaves, smoking the dry tobacco with a cigarette stick, and the dense smoke covered his face, making it difficult to see clearly.

However, Qiqi felt a little sad inexplicably, "Mother-in-law, grandpa, the village head, is crying."

Zhang Xifeng sighed softly, "Your grandfather, the village head, is worried about the big and small things in the village. This year, everyone will not be able to earn money. He is worried."

"Grandma Luo seemed to be crying just now, is she also worried that everyone can't make money?"

Waer asked innocently, but this time Zhang Xifeng was silent for a long time.

When she was about to get home, she whispered something about Luo Yuqiong to Wa'er, "Your grandpa, the village head, and Grandma Luo had five children together, four sons and one daughter. Then there was a famine, and four died young, leaving only the third son." She survived. Among the four who died young, the youngest was their youngest daughter, who was also a four and a half year old doll like you. I took a handful of rice bran from others, and was beaten to death in the end... When I left, my whole body was so thin that only a handful of bones remained..."

"Your grandma Luo saw you and thought of her little baby."

Zhang Xifeng's voice became choked up, and she turned her head to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Her only son also died in the last year of the famine.

And her husband also stayed on the battlefield and never came back.

Most of the elderly people in the village have experienced that era, and every household has unspeakable pain.

Those years, those past events, cannot be mentioned.

When it is mentioned, it is full of blood and tears.