hunting in 1986

Chapter 144 Chapter 143

The red light of the setting sun covered the entire small mountain village, and the breeze was blowing, and the cicadas who had not lost their mates were still screaming hoarsely.

Wang Yuan put a bag of watermelons at his cousin Wang Meng's house, and then carried another bag of watermelons back to his home.

"Huang Chengshao asked for 1 cents, and gave me a small watermelon for nothing." Although Wang Yuan's family also grew watermelons, they didn't grow many, so they still needed to buy some more watermelons.

Li Yan took out the rice cooked in the pot, put it on the counter, and covered it with a cloth to prevent flies from eating.

"Let's go, let's call Huang Cheng to come to our house for dinner. The people from Xiaobaitun'er are coming, so we have to call."

Wang Yuan and Li Yan went out of the house. In order to prevent the dog from spoiling the food, they deliberately threw the dog out of the house, then closed the door and locked it.

When Wang Yuan and Li Yan arrived at the entrance of the canteen, a tractor of watermelons had already been sold out, and the rest were flat-bellied melons, which were not only ugly, but also dark.

Huang Cheng didn't want to take these melons back, so he started to sell them at a price of two per cent, and people started snapping them up in an instant.

"Brother Cheng, are the watermelons sold out? Let's go to my house for dinner."

"Ah, I won't go, I won't go." Huang Cheng was also very pleasantly surprised when he saw Li Yanhou. He would feel a kind of joy from the bottom of his heart when he saw people in his own village in other villages.

Of course not the enemy.

After all the watermelons were processed, Huang Cheng took the tractor key with a huge "Z" shape and wanted to start the tractor and leave.

But Wang Yuan directly grabbed him and refused to let him go.

Huang Cheng still wanted to leave, but he found that his strength was not as strong as Wang Yuanda, and he was dragged by the latter to go northwest.

This shocked him, he was much bigger than Wang Yuan.

"Let's go, the good wine and food are ready."

"I really don't want to go, I still have something to do at home." Huang Cheng smiled all over his face and kept begging: "I'll eat it next time, I'll eat it next time, I still have to come to Wangjiatun to sell watermelons. What are you doing?" Urgent."

Li Yan followed behind: "If you don't eat, you have to recognize the door. Besides, eating a meal is just adding a pair of chopsticks. It's already this point, you still have to eat when you go home. When you get here, you can eat with your family." Same."

Huang Cheng thought to himself—how could it be the same.

Wang Yuan continued to drag him away, and said with a smile: "Today you have to eat if you eat, and you have to eat if you don't eat, anyway, you can't run away."

"Haha, why do you insist on staying?"

"This person is really unreal, you can eat as long as you are told... and I bought good wine, if you don't drink it, you will lose money."

"Okay, okay, I want to see what kind of wine you have prepared."

Although Huang Cheng kept saying that he wanted to leave, Wang Yuan forced him to stay for dinner, and he was quite happy—someone was willing to drink and take care of the meal, which made him feel a lot of face.

After returning home, stewed chicken, stewed fish, braised pork, stewed pork ribs with soybeans, etc. were all served on the table.

Huang Cheng sat cross-legged next to the kang table, holding chopsticks and didn't know what to pick up: "Isn't your food really good?"

Wang Yuan opened a bottle of Moutai wine, poured a glass of wine for Huang Cheng with a smile: "I knew you were coming, so my family cooked a good meal! Move your chopsticks, try this fish, this fish was just caught this afternoon .”

"Really? Then I'll eat it."

Huang Cheng picked up a chopstick fish and put it in his mouth to chew, his eyes lit up soon: "Mmm! It's delicious! It's even better than the fish in the restaurant."

"Then eat more and have a drink."

Huang Cheng picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp, and couldn't help but praise: "It's quite delicious, what kind of wine is this?"

"Moutai."

"Maotai?"

In this era, the information is blocked, and it has not been bombarded by various TV advertisements, so the reputation of Moutai is not as great as that of later generations, and it is far from being a household name.

But after drinking it once, Huang Cheng remembered the taste deeply, he hesitated slightly and asked:
"How much is a bottle of this wine? It's really delicious. I'll buy a bottle tomorrow."

"Right now it costs 150-200 yuan a bottle, and the price varies from store to store."

"How many!?"

Huang Cheng's eyes widened in shock, and he almost choked to death after eating a mouthful of braised pork.

Li Yan hurriedly brought him some cold water with half a ladle, and Huang Chengtontonton~ drank a few sips before he recovered.

"Why is this wine so expensive? We ordinary people can't afford it."

"It's a bit expensive, but having said that, Brother Cheng, you plant 40 mu of watermelons, and you should make a lot of money, right?"

Huang Cheng smiled and shied away: "Actually, you can't make much money. Labor, fertilizers, and pesticides are all money, so let's eat for a living."

Seeing Huang Cheng's smile, Wang Yuan knew that he must have made a lot of money, but everyone was very cautious and didn't want to reveal their wealth, so he didn't force himself to change the topic quickly.

A meal was enjoyed by the host and guests.

It was getting dark after dinner, Huang Cheng didn't want to stay any longer, so Wang Yuan put on his coat and sent him out.

The two came to the position of the tractor, Huang Cheng inserted the "car key" into the corresponding hole, and then shook it vigorously.

da da da da~
Puffs of black smoke came out of the chimney, but the machine just didn't light.

"Phew, no, I can't do it alone."

"I'll help you, let's twist it together."

Wang Yuan put his coat on the wooden pole beside him, then walked up to him, squatted halfway and held the handle.

With Huang Cheng's hand in front and Wang Yuan's hand in the back, the two of them began to twist and turn the handle quickly, da da da da~ more black smoke came out of the chimney.

Soon the sound became thump, thump, thump, and the tractor was screwed.

"Okay, I'm leaving. If you have time, you can go and sit with me. I don't have Moutai. I'll treat you to the Great Northern Wilderness."

Huang Cheng sat down on the seat of the tractor, with the panoramic sunroof, the natural wind blowing, and the dizzy alcohol soon disappeared.

"Okay, slow down on the road." Wang Yuan smiled and waved his hands.

If it is left to future generations, you can still say "call me when you get home." Unfortunately, in this era, almost no one in the countryside has a phone.

Watching the tractor slowly driving into the night, Wang Yuan planned to pick up his clothes and walk back, but just as he picked up the clothes, the grass next to him shook for a moment.

There was also the sound of some kind of animal:
"Hey~"

"Damn it, what the hell?"

Wang Yuan moved a step to the left, and after the shadow left the grass, he found that it was a weasel under the bright moonlight.

"Huang Daxian, where are you chatting? Go home quickly, and be careful not to let someone catch you."

Wang Yuan didn't care about this little thing anymore, put on his coat and walked to his mother's yard. Weasel is a very special animal in Northeast China, one of the five great immortals.

There are many stories about weasels that have been circulated, such as "do you think I look like a man or a god", but quite a large number of old men don't believe this thing, the knife kills the weasel quickly, and then skins it sell money.

The Yuan Dynasty skin is the male weasel skin, and the chain buying stations opened by Shen Erlei are also accepting the Yuan Dynasty skin.

When I came to the outside of my mother's yard, I pushed the gate and found it was locked.

The lights in the house were not on, but the TV was on, and if you looked carefully, you could vaguely see the little girl crawling around on the kang.

"Mom, open the door!"

Wang Yuan shouted at the top of his voice.

The second uncle's house next door just finished cleaning the pot, and the second uncle walked out with a bucket of slops: "Xiaoyuan, have you been locked out?"

"Yes, Second Uncle, where are you taking the slop bucket?"

"I put grits in it, and I'll take it to the pigs to drink." The second uncle is more conservative, so he doesn't raise many pigs. The third uncle has a bold pig farm and has already built a pig farm, and the number of pigs is much more than the second uncle.

At this time, the mother's voice came from the room: "Who is it?"

Then there was the sound of my mother asking my father to come out and take a look, and soon it squeaked ~ the door opened, and my father came out wearing a coat with a flashlight:
"It's Xiaoyuan, come in, no one wants to come at night, so I locked the door."

"Have you eaten yet?"

"Eat, have you eaten too?"

With a simple greeting, Wang Yuan followed his father into the back room with the light of the flashlight shaking.

My younger sister, Wang Qing, studies alone in the room further east, so the parents' room is just the old couple and a little girl.

And the big white cat that is getting fatter and fatter.

Ka Ka Ka ~
My mother sat on the kang with her legs sideways, and there was a large round dustpan in front of her. There were a lot of shelled peanuts in it. After the peanuts were crushed, the peanut beans remained in the dustpan, and the peanut skins were thrown out by her.

"Is it cold outside? Come to the kang."

"Oh, it's really cold. The watermelon seller is from Xiaobaituner. He stayed in the yard for a meal before leaving." Wang Yuan went to the kang and sat cross-legged next to the dustpan, then peeled the peanuts and threw them away. into the mouth.

The half-dried peanuts become more fragrant as they are chewed.

"Meow~"

The fat big white cat came over and rubbed against Wang Yuan's arm with its fat face, rubbed left and right, and finally purred.

Wang Yuan pressed half a peanut shell on the big white cat's head, and instantly the big white cat seemed to be sealed and stopped moving.

The little girl crawled over and stroked the big white cat's tail with a smile on her face.

Dad turned down the volume of the TV a bit, then sat on the chair and smoked a pipe: "The watermelon seller stayed for dinner? Is he related to Xiaoyan's family?"

"no."

"Then why does he have the nerve to stay for dinner? This person is no good, he just eats."

"He was going to leave. I dragged him home." Wang Yuan knew that his father had misunderstood, so he explained.

After chatting firstly about the harvest in the field, the situation of the chicken farm, etc., Wang Yuan came to the East House.

Like a little tail, the little girl hugged the cat and followed him into the east room step by step.

"You're holding the cat and squatting, throw her away, she's full of fleas."

"No, my mother has caught all the fleas."

Pushing open the door and entering the east room, I saw a large pine wood desk leaning against the east wall. There were many books scattered on the desk. My younger sister Wang Qing was sitting at the desk and writing.

She turned around and found that it was Wang Yuan, and she was overjoyed for a moment, and quickly turned out the physics textbook.

"Second brother, can you tell me about Chapter 3 again, I feel that I don't have a solid grasp of many knowledge points in Chapter 3."

"Chapter 3? Okay, I'll tell you."

Wang Yuan pulled the chair to sit down, Wang Qing stood bent over to his right, mobilized all attention to prepare to listen carefully.

"Stop standing there, sit next to me."

"Oh, brother, tell me."

The electric light in the house was on, and a moth flew back and forth, occasionally bumping into the electric light.

Wang Yuanhe was explaining the textbook knowledge to Wang Qing in detail. Wang Qing listened very carefully, and she could ask questions boldly if she didn't understand anything.

The little girl listened to a few words with her ears upright at first, but soon felt dizzy as if she was listening to a bible, and finally continued to play with the cat.

By the time Wang Yuan finished explaining the contents of a chapter, it was already 12 o'clock at night.

The little girl had already fallen asleep on the kang next to her, and she didn't know what she was thinking of, a stream of saliva flowed from the corner of her mouth.

The big white cat was lying beside her, also sleeping beautifully.

"Okay, it's getting late, go to bed and I'll give you a tutorial tomorrow."

"Yeah, second brother, go slowly." Wang Qing also yawned again and again.

In the next few days, Wang Yuan has been tutoring Wang Qing in her studies. Wang Qing has won the first place in her class several times, and it is almost a sure thing to be admitted to university.

However, colleges and universities are also different.

If she wants to be admitted to the best universities, she still lacks something.

Taking advantage of a few days of free time, Wang Yuan also found the college entrance examination papers for Wang Qing in recent years. As if she had found a treasure, Wang Qing immediately began to study patiently.

At noon this day, the sun was shining brightly.

After Wang Yuan woke up from his afternoon nap, he was eating iced watermelon in his room, when suddenly a bicycle bell rang outside, and he looked outside and found that the postman had arrived.

"Wang Yuan, your telegram!"

"coming!"

The postman was wearing green thin clothes and a green hat, exuding a strong atmosphere of the times.

"Just sign here."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard, but you really have a lot of telegrams. It feels like you are busier than the manager of a big company." The postman complained with a smile, and then straddled his legs and rode away on his bicycle.

Since Sun Dagang, Tang Jun and others often sent him telegrams, the postman and Wang Yuan had become adults. Occasionally, when Li Shen wanted to find Wang Yuan, he would write letters to him, and the letters were also delivered by the postman.

Wang Yuan went home with the telegram, and when he opened it, he found that it was from Ergou's mother "Aunt Xue".

The content is very concise - heavy treasure, come quickly!

"Hiss~ what kind of treasure can be called a heavy treasure?" Wang Yuan couldn't help being very curious. He knew that Aunt Xue was a stable person and would definitely not mess around.

"No, Yanzi, I'm going to Harbin, and I may come back after a while."

"Going to buy antiques? Then you go." Li Yan stopped sweeping the floor, walked out of the room quickly, and straightened his collar.

"Be careful outside, and don't be impulsive when things happen. I'll wait for you to come back at home."

Wang Yuan greatly benefited from his wife Li Yan's soft words, he directly lowered his head and kissed her little mouth: "Go back, I'm leaving."

chu chu chu ~
Seeing Wang Yuan go away on his motorcycle, Li Yancai went back to the house blushing pretty.

……

After riding a motorcycle to the city, Wang Yuan went straight to the train station, bought a train ticket from the scalper at a higher price, and soon got on the train to Harbin.

Looking at the rapidly retreating scenery outside the window, Wang Yuan murmured: "First go to Harbin City, and then you can go to Jinmen, almost need to buy some more goods."

And besides—

Wang Yuan sat on the chair and squinted for a while, and soon the train came to Harbin. After leaving the train station, he directly took the bus and got off at the station closest to the small yard rented by Ergou mother and son.

In front of me is a small alley with a width of two meters. The mottled walls are full of traces of the years, and there are still some immature handwriting of children on it.

For example, "xx is a dog", "xx and xx are both stupid", "xx likes xx".

An old man staggered out of the alley pushing a bicycle. There were strings of bright red candied haws on the cotton poles inserted in the back seat of the car, and the little candied flakes reflected the sunlight.

"Young man, do you want to buy candied haws?" the old man said with a smile.

"No."

The old man's face drooped instantly: "If you don't buy it, go aside, don't get in the way!"

Wang Yuan was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "Old man, what you said... Do you believe that I will throw your candied haws with dirt?"

Now it was the old man's turn to be stunned, and in the end he gave Wang Yuan a candied haws "very happily", and Wang Yuan forgave him.

After walking tens of meters deep into the alley, Wang Yuan came to a courtyard door, knocked on the door lightly, and soon there was a sound of footsteps inside the door.

"Who is here!"

The courtyard door was opened with a creak, and Aunt Xue said with a look of surprise: "Xiaoyuan!? You came so fast, I thought you would come tomorrow at the earliest."

Wang Yuan walked into the courtyard and asked casually, "What kind of treasure is it?"

Aunt Xue lowered her voice and said, "Tang Bohu's painting!"

"Hi~"

Wang Yuan gasped for a moment, and instead of going inside the house, he directly pulled Aunt Xue outside: "Come on, who owns the painting now? Let's go and see the painting right away."

"It's in the hands of a family over at the Grain Bureau. He wants 6 yuan. I can't decide, so I sent you a telegram.

I asked a few old people and they all said that Tang Bohu's paintings are very rare, and it is normal that the price is high. "Walking out of the alley, Aunt Xue told the general situation.

Wang Yuan's heart moved. The first thing he thought of was a scam, a fake painting, and a few experts to brag about the local boss who was specially here to deceive people with a lot of money.

"Where did you find those so-called old people?"

"I met when I was collecting antiques. They know antiques very well. I found out that some of their family used to be from the palace."

"Oh? Is there such a thing?"

He stopped a taxi by the side of the road, and Wang Yuan didn't care about the few dollars for the fare, and took Aunt Xue straight to the destination.

This is a dilapidated courtyard hidden in the city. A section of the wall on the right has collapsed, and some dogtail grass is swaying in the wind on the top of the wall.

After Wang Yuan knocked on the door, a muddy voice sounded from the courtyard: "Who is it?"

The people in the courtyard seemed to be full of vigilance and had no intention of opening the door.

Wang Yuan was a little puzzled, but he didn't pay much attention to it: "Old man, I heard that you have a painting for sale? We are here to buy a painting."

After hearing Wang Yuan's words, the people inside obviously breathed a sigh of relief, and then opened the door.

"I'm sorry, my son owes money to others, and people often come to collect debts. My family is unfortunate."

The old man was wearing a shabby gray Chinese tunic suit, his whole body was thin, and a few sparse hairs grew on the top of his head like dry grass in autumn.

After he let the door open, Wang Yuan and Aunt Xue walked in. When they came to the back room, the old man carefully took out a painting from a wooden box.

Open the scroll, and a picture of "The Maid Playing the Piano" appears in front of her eyes. The maid in the painting is plump and stylish, wearing a loose colored dress and playing the piano. There is tea on the wooden table next to her, and a bird lands on the wooden table and tilts her head. Watching a woman play the piano...

The seal is indeed Tang Bohu, but Wang Yuan can't tell the truth from the fake.

Wang Yuan looked at "The Picture of the Maid Playing the Piano", and then looked up at the old man with hesitant eyes.

The old man seemed to have seen Wang Yuan's thoughts, and immediately said angrily: "Xiaosheng, you don't think my painting is fake!? Forget it, I won't sell it to you! You go!"

"Ouch, why are you still so violent? I didn't say anything."

The old man wanted to take the painting back, but Wang Yuan shrank back the hand holding the painting, and said with a smile, "This painting really sells for 6 yuan!?"

(End of this chapter)