1988: Back to the human world for a few years

Chapter 58 Riding a tricycle to return to work

The fifth day of the new year.

With the resumption of work in many units, the number of vehicles on the roads in Qilu has gradually increased.

212. Vans, minibuses, tractors, and even Dongfeng trucks covered with thick canvas, any passing vehicle would be packed with people.

Of course, not everyone will choose to take a car...

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On National Highway 104, a shabby three-wheeled vehicle with a slightly crooked axle and a flat tire was driving crookedly on the asphalt road.

"Huchi~huchi~!"

With a creak, the tricycle, which was not much faster than an old ox cart, stopped.

Like a master of internal energy, Yang Mo, with white steam all over his head, took a few deep breaths and took off his down jacket.

Looking at the full load of gifts on the car and the guy who was so leisurely, Mr. Yang couldn't help but complain: "Country girl, didn't I tell you that you only need to bring a few changes of clothes... Are you sure you are not moving?"

Lu Yingying, who was carefully disassembling firecrackers along the fuse, rolled her eyes at him: "Do you think I'm happy? It's as if I don't want to take the minibus... If you have the guts, go tell my mom!"

According to the plan, they should have taken a minibus back.

But I don't know what happened. Even though they had already made it clear, when they were about to get on the bus, their mother came over and insisted on stuffing all her things from her room into the bus, causing the minibus driver to kick them out directly - there was no other reason than that the luggage was too much and it took up too much space.

There was no other way. Faced with their mother's insistence, the two could only push the broken tricycle out of Yang Mo's house, tie all the gifts on it, and then pedal back.

Hearing that this guy was using her mother as a shield, Yang Mo, with a frown on his face, glanced at the mountain of mattresses and quilts and the two wooden boxes containing the costumes... especially the small set of stone mills, and glared at her unhappily: "You are so cool... Don't you have a lot of strength? Seeing that I am exhausted, you don't even help me to push a little bit?"

Lu Yingying put the disassembled firecrackers into her pocket like treasures, then grinned: "My mother doesn't allow me to ride a tricycle, otherwise she will beat me to death, saying that if I ride a tricycle recklessly, I will never get married... I don't know where she heard this nonsense from!"

Seeing this guy's look of disapproval, Yang Mo glanced at his sitting posture with his legs crossed and retreated completely.

Well, your mother has a point. If I had a girl as rough and strange as you, I would not dare let you ride a tricycle before we got married - this thing is different from practicing splits. If the things on it are too heavy, and you pedal hard a few times, you can't say for sure that you won't bleed in the future.

Pa~!

Pa~!

As two firecrackers thrown on the ground rang out, the miserable Mr. Yang sighed, told a rough guy who was lighting firecrackers with a wool candle (cattail) to pay attention to the quilt on the cart, and then he started pedaling again.

Only half an hour later, the small string of 2 firecrackers that they had bought for 100 cents at the entrance of the village was all thrown away. Comrade Tugou seemed very dissatisfied that the guy in front of him was obviously meters tall, but he could not walk faster than himself on a tricycle. He immediately threw away the candle and shouted, "Yang Shitan, you coward... Can't you pedal faster? Do you need a little girl like me to help you push it?"

Yang Mo, who felt like his lungs were about to burst, turned his head and glared at her fiercely: "Okay! Country dog ​​girl, this is what you said, if you don't help me push it to the drilling company...you are this!"

Looking at Yang Mo's pinched little finger, Lu Yingying was furious: "Push it if you want! It's just a broken tricycle, how tiring can it be... Stop the car, stop the car, and let me show you my skills."

Seeing this guy acting like a martial artist without knowing the consequences, Yang Mo sneered and pulled the brakes: "Alright! Whoever admits defeat first is the loser!... Old rules, ten dog barks... I want to see if you can push the remaining eight kilometers!"

Lu Yingying jumped out of the car and sneered. She got ready to say something back, but as soon as she started, she felt something was wrong - damn, it's too heavy!
With an unnatural expression, he glanced at the large boxes and the stone mill on the car, and the local dog immediately complained to his mother...

Those boxes are fine, as they are full of costumes and little gadgets that I like to tinker with, but what the hell is that heavy stone mill and the pile of pots and pans!

Do you think that the drilling company is like us in the village, where we have to grind flour and make pancakes by ourselves every day?

Tsk! Why don't you bring me a bag of wheat?
amount……

Well, it seems that there is indeed half a bag of wheat, which I threshed myself last year, and it is pressed under the bedding!
In the spirit of losing the battle but not the battle, Comrade Lv Yingying arrogantly gave Yang Mo a look of contempt, raised her hands flat on the car body, bent her right leg like a bow, and looked like a master of internal martial arts...

With a loud and powerful "Ha", someone exerted all his strength, and the tricycle began to move slowly...

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Thirty minutes later, a local dog staggered behind the tricycle, his hands more like holding the tricycle than pushing it.

Lv Yingying no longer had the demeanor of a master. Her face flushed red, and her small head tilted upwards as if it had lost the support of her neck. She unconsciously yelled, "Yang Shidan, how far is it?"

Since the weight of the car was reduced by several dozen kilograms, Yang Mo, who was still very tired but still able to hold on, turned his head to look at the guy who looked like a dead dog, and said in surprise: "Huh? So you are still pushing... How is it, girl, are you out of strength? If you can't hold on, just tell me!"

Seeing the teasing look on his face, Comrade Tugou immediately became furious: "Who said I have no strength... Go~ You!"

Feeling the explosion of someone's little universe, the speed of the tricycle suddenly increased to a higher level, with a faint sign of exceeding 8 kilometers per hour.

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Another twenty minutes passed. Yang Mo felt the force behind him getting weaker and weaker. He turned his head to look at a girl who couldn't even walk steadily. After thinking for a while, he simply stopped the car, jumped off, leaned against the car, took out a cigarette and lit it, and said with a smile: "I can't pedal anymore, take a ten-minute break!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Yingying cheered and without saying a word, threw herself on the tricycle's luggage, lying on the quilt like a dead dog, gasping for breath.

This was a shameless game that the two of them used to play often. Every time they made a bet that claimed to be worth all their dignity, if one side was about to lose, the other would often find an excuse to change the scene or take a break at halftime.

then……

There's no after that.

Seeing this guy wiping his sweat and smoking, Lu Yingying, who had recovered a little, touched her empty pocket and then jumped up: "Hey, Yang Shidan, who was the person who came to visit your house the day before yesterday... He came in a Santana... So impressive!"

Seeing that this guy recovered so quickly, Yang Mo rolled his eyes... I should have let you push for a while longer!

After thinking about it, Yang Mo did not hide it from her: "You are talking about Yan Laoxi, that man is the manager of Xialiu Sales Agency. I helped him a little before, so he came to pay New Year's greetings as agreed."

Lu Yingying curled her lips: "Oh, I didn't realize you were so impressive... Just a small favor? Just a small favor can make someone bring a car full of gifts to wish you a happy new year, and stay for the whole afternoon?"

Hearing this, Yang Mo wanted to explain but found it difficult to explain clearly all at once.

It must be admitted that Yan Laoxi was definitely one of the most peculiar people he had ever met in his two lifetimes.

Strictly speaking, although he used the golden vegetables to help solve the problem last time, it was only a small favor in the final analysis - no matter how good the idea is, it will only be useful if it is implemented. Therefore, from this perspective, the ones who really contributed were Su Yu's uncle and the County Agricultural Bureau.

In fact, the reward of the three-year unified sales commission of golden vegetables alone has far exceeded his own efforts. After Yang Mo made it clear that he would not mix with them, the two parties should just forget about each other.

But perhaps because of his personality, Yan Laoxi showed that he took his promises very seriously. He originally said that he would visit in person to express his gratitude during the Chinese New Year. As a result, after the second day of the Chinese New Year, he really came to pay New Year's greetings.

If you want to wish a happy new year, then just do it. It’s okay to just show your appreciation for the sake of your image.

But this guy actually used a Santana to pull half a truck of stuff over as a gift.

Although these things are not very valuable because the financial situation of Xialiu Marketing Co., Ltd. has not improved significantly, every box of things in it is a local specialty processed by the management of the marketing co., Ltd. - although these specialties are worthless dried sweet potatoes, candied fruits, biscuits and the like, each box of specialties not only has the maker's identity label and time stamp, but also a handwritten thank-you letter from the person concerned. Among them, the box of marinated donkey meat carefully wrapped in straw paper was actually marinated by Yan Laoxi himself using his own donkey.

As we all know, gifts are a token of thought. However, unlike the common procedures in shopping malls, the half-cart of gifts sent by Yan Laoxi were not actually very valuable. However, the sincerity contained in them was enough to move everyone - there are few real idiots in this world. One can tell at a glance whether the gifts sent are "OEM products" or truly hand-made.

Although he was a little shocked, Yang Mo thought that this guy was able to master private fundraising and control hundreds of investors in six or seven villages, so it was not surprising that he used such tricks.

In his opinion, the reason why this guy greeted him with New Year gifts in such a high-profile manner, in addition to fulfilling his original promise, was probably because he knew that the drilling company's tertiary industry pilot project was about to be launched, and he wanted to come and try whether he had the opportunity to obtain the credit of the drilling company and thus apply for a bank loan. The biggest problem facing Xialiu Sales Agency at present is that the cost of fund dismantling is too high. As long as it can successfully obtain a loan from the bank, its financial situation will immediately improve significantly.

But Yang Mo was wrong. It seemed that Comrade Yan Laoxi really came to express his gratitude. Not to mention the credit issue, he didn't even mention any ordinary business matters.

As for why this guy stayed for an entire afternoon...

That's because Manager Yan learned from Sun Jian's feedback that Yang Mo had many misunderstandings about Xialiu Distribution Co., Ltd., so this manager Yan, who had a stern face, actually spent three full hours explaining to Yang Mo every detail of the Xialiu Distribution Co., Ltd.'s history since its establishment... Yes, it was popular science. With an extremely serious attitude and without any emotional preference in his words, he used dry words to string together the history and background of the Xialiu Distribution Co., Ltd. over the past three years.

It can be seen that Mr. Yan may not care much about other things, but he cares very much about the "justice" of the Xialiu Sales Agency which he personally runs.

In short, Comrade Yan Laoxi's actions confused Yang Mo, who had lived two lives. He once suspected that he had formed a fixed mindset in the future. After his rebirth, with his narrow values, he could not understand the thoughts of people in this era...

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Seeing Yang Mo's tangled face, as if he didn't know how to organize his words, Lu Yingying snorted: "It was just a casual question, why do you take it so seriously? I'm just a country girl who knows nothing, I wouldn't understand you even if you told me... Hurry up, put out the cigarette, it's so cold, hurry up while there's still sunshine!"

As she said this, she turned over and sat up. Seeing that there were no pedestrians on the road, the girl started to tremble in her voice: "Speaking of my dear father~~I feel so happy~~That yo yo yo...I'll tidy up and go cook..."

You can tell from the joy in her voice that this is "The Story of the Wall", which was extremely popular in Shandong in the 82s and s. In , it was made into a color movie and broadcast throughout Shandong. It can be regarded as one of the representative works of Shandong Bangzi and one of the dramas this girl likes to sing the most.

Ha ha……

A country girl who knows nothing?

Hey, hey, hey, Comrade Tugou, do you underestimate yourself?
Seeing that the girl didn't ask any further questions, but was happily yelling on the tricycle, Yang Mo felt a lot more relaxed at her heartless look.

Get in the car, pull the brake, and push your legs.

With the sound of panting, the tricycle began to move like an old ox.

"Go and get the brazier. If the fire is too low, fan it. Daddy has no food in his stomach. Fry the chicken and duck in oil..."

As the high-pitched yet accent-free bangzi singing began, Yang Mo laughed out loud at the sight of this guy singing such a thoughtful verse so carefreely, and it seemed that his calves were not so sore anymore.

(End of this chapter)