"Hey, Ayang, the one walking in front carrying a bag seems to be your third uncle!"

On the back seat, my mother stretched her head forward and saw an acquaintance through the front windshield, and she immediately exclaimed.

Mu Yang also saw it. Thirty meters in front of him, a middle-aged man was carrying a fertilizer bag. The bag was bulging. It seemed that it contained a lot of young goods. It looked very heavy. He didn't walk fast, and he lifted it and slipped from time to time.

bag.

The third uncle my mother refers to is my father's party brother, and he usually has a good relationship with the family.

It's still more than a mile away from home. It's so tiring to walk back.

Mu Yang lowered the window and when the car drove beside him, his mother shouted: "Uncle San!"

The mother is called according to the name of the child. It is a local custom. It is okay to call her third brother, but it seems too affectionate and the mother is not used to it.

Sanbo looked back and noticed Mu Xiaoling and her mother in the car. He was slightly surprised that they came back in the car. Whose car is this?

Mu Yang parked the car, opened the door, walked up to San Bo, and laughed: "San Bo, let's take the car back together."

The third uncle smiled happily when he saw the familiar face. The wrinkles on his face were like the ravines in the sugar cane field next to him. He was very surprised: "Your boy is back, and he is still driving. Why haven't we seen each other for half a year? He has changed so much."

It’s big!”

Tsk tsk, everyone is driving!

That's awesome.

While shocked, he put the bag he was carrying on the ground and shrugged his sore shoulders.

"The car belongs to a friend. I borrowed it to celebrate the New Year. Let's get in the car and go back together." Mu Yang replied. On the way home, he told his mother and sister not to say that the car was his.

His family was usually poor, but suddenly he became rich and bought a car. A careful person would check and find out that his car was not cheap. It was envied by others and cared about by thieves. This was causing trouble for the family.

The third uncle had a good relationship with his family, so of course he wouldn't care about his money, but he was really afraid that he would leak to outsiders when he drank too much. The villagers liked to gossip, and I guarantee that the whole village would know about it in a few days.

After half a year or a year, when you have established connections, it will be no big deal to expose your own details. One day, you will come back to invest in your hometown.

"Then your relationship with your friend is good enough that he even lends you a car!"

The third uncle looked at the dirty bags on the ground, and then saw that his clothes were stained with a lot of dust. He waved his hand and said, "My things are dirty, and I'm afraid it will stain your car. Anyway, the journey is not far, I can just walk back by myself."

"Why are you dirty? Cars are for sitting in. If they are dirty, just wash them and get in the car." Mu Yang opened the rear door, moved the heavy bags and put them in the rear compartment.

The third uncle had no choice but to pat the dust on his body, especially the clothes on his buttocks. The bag he was carrying was a bit dirty just now, so he patted it hard.

Before he could finish filming, Mu Yang helped him get into the car, muttered "Don't worry about this, just get in the car", closed the door, and continued driving home.

After a while, the car arrived at the door of San Bo's house.

After Sanbo got out of the car, he took down his bags and praised loudly: "This car is really luxurious and it's so comfortable to sit in. It just makes the car dirty. Ayang and Xiaoling, if you come to my house for dinner later, I'll kill the chicken."

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Mu Yang waved his hand and handed him a cigarette: "Oh, San Bo, don't mess with your chickens. Let's talk about it another day. Let's talk when you have time."

"That's good, that's good!" Sanbo smiled and took the cigarette and put it in his ear.

Mu Yang turned the car around and drove towards his home.

The village has three surnames: Chen, Liang, and Mu, and has a population of nearly 3,000. It is a large village.

Each family of their brigade was stationed on a low hill, with a height difference of less than thirty meters.

His house is at the highest point. Sitting at the door of his house, he can see most of the village at a glance.

Next, the road to the door of the house is a yellow mud road. Oxen carts usually pass by. The road is quite wide, but the potholes are more and deeper. Fortunately, it didn't rain, and the car was an off-road vehicle. If it were a car, it would not be able to drive in front of the house.

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Mu Yang shifted the automatic gear to manual 1st gear, hit the accelerator, and no potholes were an obstacle. He easily let go of the car and drove up Huangni Slope, directly to the door of his house.

The two-story building with six rooms covers an area of ​​80 square meters and has a small courtyard of dozens of square meters. The red bricks are exposed on the outside of the building, and the interior of the room is only dusted but not putty, and the cement floor.

This is Mu Yang’s home!

It was very simple, and probably the most valuable possession in the house was the small color TV.

"Brother, your cart is really awesome. Even one of the cows at home can't even pull the cart up. Dad still needs to push it from behind, Huo Huo." Just now, Mu Xiaoling thought she had to get off the car and walk on the dirt road to get home.

My sister's laughter, the sound of the car's engine, and my father Mu Lin, who was cleaning dirt from the tires of a battery car at home, heard different sounds. He walked out of the door with curiosity and saw his wife and children.

"Hey, you guys are back. I just got home. I bought some lotus roots and just put them down. I was wondering if I should go out to pick up you mother and daughter."

The middle-aged dark man in his forties smiled. When he saw the car behind his son, he asked curiously, "Ayang, did you drive back? Whose car does this belong to? When did you learn to drive?"

After asking three questions in a row, my sister came over excitedly to answer: "Dad, our family has a car. My brother bought it. Isn't it a surprise?"

Is Brother awesome or not?”

"Is what your sister said true?" Mu Lin walked around the car and looked at it. He didn't know much about cars and couldn't even read the car logo, but he felt that the car was very high-end, even though it looked like a big iron block.

"Well, yes, it's a long story." Mu Yang replied.

My father is now in good health, unlike more than ten years ago when he had an obvious belly and found it difficult to walk uphill.

Mu Lin saw his son open the car door, listened to his explanation, and moved the New Year's goods together.

One by one, New Year's goods were moved to the central hall of my home, especially two boxes of Maotai liquor, and several boxes of fructose and sausages.

My father was shocked: "Maotai, why do you buy such expensive wine? There are too many other gift boxes!"

Mu Yang replied: "This gift box was originally given to the workers. The company bought too much, so just take it back. It's just right for giving gifts, and you can eat it yourself."

Moutai is a gift from a customer, keep it at home and drink it if you want, but don't give it away, I'm really reluctant to part with it."

"I don't understand cars, but I do understand Moutai. I have to hide it and drink some when I'm greedy. The more I keep this thing, the more valuable it becomes, haha." Mu Lin moved two boxes of wine to a nearby house, and at the same time

He told the mother and daughter not to take it out randomly, saying that a bottle cost one thousand yuan, and they could still sell it when they had no money.

He usually drinks low-alcohol rice wine, which costs a few yuan a pound. He can't afford high-alcohol liquor, but he had a great time during the Chinese New Year this year.

After moving the things, my mother went to kill the chickens, and my sister helped to heat the water.

My father went out to look at his car and exclaimed with a smile: "I finally have a car. I was still thinking that I bought a battery car today and it was very comfortable to drive. I can show off to you how nice the car is."

Why!

Son, I see there is a lot of mud on the car, let me pull the water pipe out and rinse it out."

Mu Yang replied: "Dad, it's a bit cold. It's okay if you don't need to wash it. It's not very dirty."

The temperature at home is seven or eight degrees Celsius, but for the south, it is already very cold.

There is no heating, the air is humid, the temperature is not low, but the wind is strong, it is really cold.

"Hey, just wash it. I'll wash off the mud first and then wipe it with a towel. You can do your thing."

"That's up to you." Mu Yang no longer stopped him. Maybe for his father, washing the car was also a blessing.

He moved his luggage to the bedroom on the second floor, a room of his own.

Opening the door, there was a simple wooden bed and an old desk in the room. There was really no other furniture. Renting a room in the city and decorating it would be better than his bedroom.

But it feels different, this is home!

The place where the soul rests is very warm.

I packed my suitcase and put my laptop and laptop on the table.

He didn't have time to brush up on experience during the past three days of driving. He usually had a lot of work at the company and didn't see much. When he got home, he still had to calm down and brush up on experience.

The computer is loaded with materials and has a wireless network card, so you don’t have to worry about learning materials.

When he turned on his phone, he discovered that Xue Lu had sent him several messages, saying that his parents had approved their relationship and asked him to make an appointment to visit.

Mu Yang was very happy when he saw the news and replied that he had already returned home and said that he was officially coming to visit on the third day of the Lunar New Year.

The busy farming season has passed at home, so he doesn’t need his help with household matters. After the Chinese New Year, he can just let his parents simply decorate the old house.

When there is no shortage of money, you can build a country villa or a castle.

He won't come back too many times in the future. He also wants to bring his family to live in Jiangnan Province. He doesn't know if his parents are willing, as the place is unfamiliar to him.

If your parents are not used to living in the city, it would be better to go back to your hometown and stay for a while.

I definitely don’t let my parents do the farm work at home, so I can just grow some vegetables to be self-sufficient.

Mu Yang planned things at home and told his family in the evening, turned on the computer and started brushing up on experience.

At six o'clock in the evening, Mu Yang walked out of the bedroom and stood on the balcony on the second floor.

As far as the eye can see, the village houses are scattered and arranged irregularly. Most of the villages are one- and two-story brick buildings, with few three-story buildings. There are not many ceramic tiles on the exterior walls. There are even a few tile-roofed houses with yellow mud roads.

The sewage flowing out of the pig pen is flowing turbulently.

Mu Yang didn't know what the villages in other provinces were like, but compared to the rural areas in Jiangnan Province, they were really very poor.

Ten years later, the village has not changed much, that is, the buildings are taller, the exterior walls are more decorated, the mud roads have become cement roads, there are more private cars, there are fewer pigsty, and the garbage is centralized.

When you become more capable in the future, you must change this status quo, and your hometown will definitely undergo amazing changes.

There is a banyan tree not far from my home. It has only grown for more than ten years. It has lush branches and leaves, and its roots are intertwined. Its crown covers an area of ​​more than ten meters, like a giant green umbrella. Several birds can be heard playing and chirping in the branches and leaves.

Under the tree, there is a temple.

Outside the village house, there are criss-crossing rice fields and sugar cane fields, with several small ponds scattered among them.

At the end of the vision are the mountains. Under the rays of the setting sun, the mountains are stained with a thin layer of red.

Maybe today's villages look relatively backward, but Muyang feels quite beautiful.
Chapter completed!