When Qin Huairu was about to complain, a sound of greeting came from behind him.

"You are the ones who drove Runye and came back from the county town together, aren't you?"

Xu Damao turned his head and looked at the person who was talking.

I saw that he had a black and yellow white gauze head (the head of the ‘mò’) on his head, which was a white towel.

Dark skin, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and unshaven beard.

He was wearing a white-washed and patched blue gown.

Open your chest, and a yellowed white three-hole vest is exposed inside, with the words "Model of Labor" printed on it.

The pants on his lower body are not much stronger than his top.

I was tugging my shoes on my feet, but the garlic cloves and duck eggs were not exposed.

Xu Damao: "Who are you?"

"Well, I'm Sun Shaoan, I'm the captain of the first brigade of Shuangshui Village."

Sun Shaoan?

Xu Damao looked at the man from northern Shaanxi in front of him and felt complicated.

Sun Shaoan, one of the millions of men in northern Shaanxi, one of the millions of men in the country.

One of the representative figures of a microcosm of an era, he is a typical figure in the author's works.

He started doing farm work at the age of 6, dropped out of school at the age of 13 to help his father and support his stormy home...

There were too many such men in that era (but they were the protagonists)

At the age of 18, he has a certain cultural foundation, a shrewd and strong spirit and a spirit of not being afraid of hardship.

He became the youngest captain nearby, and it seems that he is a successful figure in this generation.

Although it is indispensable here, Tian Runye gave her father a breath.

(The author of the original work knows how to grasp the readers' hearts.

The two brothers Sun Shaoan were written as one, and the hard work attracted the seven fairies.)

But no matter what, Sun Shaoan is a successful character.

Xu Damao: "Hello Captain Sun, I came from Sijiu City. My surname is Xu, Yan Wuxu."

Sun Shaoan: "You are from the imperial city. I thought you were from the county town as well."

Xu Damao: "I met Fujun in the county town of Hotan. This time Tian Runye was our guide."

Sun Shaoan: "Then you must be a big leader, have you come to our Shuangshui Village for investigation?"

"Haha, I'm not a leader, I'm just here to collect folks."

Sun Shaoan: "What, is it to collect folk songs?"

Xu Damao: "Yes, this Loess Plateau is the best place to collect folk songs."

"It has a wind every year, from spring to winter. There is no wind and three feet of soil, and the wind blows and the soil fills the sky."

"I can't see this kind of scene in other places."

Looking at Sun Shaoan with a blind face, Xu Damao did not explain to him.

This thing can’t explain the situation in just one sentence or half a sentence, and it’s saying that he is not someone he is.

At this time, Qin Huairu shouted that she had already laid the picnic mat under the shade of the trees over there.

Xu Damao: "Captain Sun, come here and have a rest."

Sun Shaoan: "Well, I won't disturb you anymore."

"But you are aware of the imperial city. Can you ask you something?"

Xu Damao: "What's the matter? Tell me what I know, I will tell you what I know."

Sun Shaoan: "Well, I want to inquire about the production responsibility system in Anhui Province."

(The production responsibility system started in 1956 and was later stopped. In the spring of 1978, Xiaogang Village, Fengyang, was first launched in Anhui Province, and began in May 1979, gradually promoted the whole country.)

Xu Damao was about to answer him when a pheasant flew out of the grass next to him.

He had itchy hands for a moment, and he took out a gun from his body, without aiming, and raised his hand and shot it.

Bang, after a gunshot, the pheasant immediately fell from the sky.

"Hahaha, I'm lucky. Huairu cleaned it and put it aside. I'll make you a beggar chicken."

"Captain Sun, the question you just mentioned."

"Did you ask for yourself? Or do you ask for your Shuangshui Village?"

Sun Shaoan: "Of course I asked for our village, but I can't make the decision."

Xu Damao: "I have seen a lot of this place where production responsibility system is implemented."

"But this also needs to be based on the actual situation in the local area, and outsiders cannot give a definite answer."

After saying that, he ignored him and took out a knife to help Qin Huairu clean up the pheasant.

In this environment, you can only peel it directly and you don’t have the conditions to moisten it.

Take out the water bottle from the backpack and rinse it clean. Xu Damao took the seasoning and massaged the chicken.

Qin Huairu went to the nearby area to look for firewood. When Sun Shaoan saw this, he said hello and went down the mountain.

After Qin Huairu came back, Xu Damao had already buried the pheasant in the pit.

"Who is that young man? He was so silly that he didn't leave for a long time."

Xu Damao: "A man who is enthusiastic, lucky, but not unwilling to surrender to reality."

Qin Huairu: "I can't understand what I said."

"Who can you blame me for reading more books and avoiding the chatting of family matters all day long."

"The result is, after how long you will know how lazy you are."

As the two of them spoke, they filled the mat with all kinds of food.

Xu Damao held the drawing board and kept drawing on it.

Qin Huairu is now obedient, reading a book there, and throwing branches into the fire from time to time.

The scenes of the two are very coordinated now, and after Xu Damao finished painting a painting.

I took out the harmonica from my bag and came to the Loess Plateau.

If you don’t leave anything behind, you’re so sorry for the name “Ao Xia”.

"Loess Slope"

My family lives on the loess high slope, and strong winds blow over the slope.

Whether it is the northwest wind or the southeast wind, it is my song, my song.

No matter how many years have passed, my ancestors have left me behind for generations.

Leave me to sing endlessly and the Yellow River beside me.

Oh oh oh oh oh

My family lives on the loess high slope, and the sun passes through the slope.

Looking at my cave, drying my arms, and my cows followed me.

No matter how many years have passed, my ancestors have left me behind for generations.

Leave me to sing endlessly and the Yellow River beside me.

Oh oh oh oh oh

My family lives on the loess high slope, and the four monsoon winds blow over the slope.

Whether it is eight hundred years or ten thousand years,

It’s all my songs, it’s all my songs.

Oh oh oh oh oh

On Xu Damao's side, when the beggar chicken and music and books are singing together.

Sun Shaoan came to Tian Futang's house. Before he could enter the yard, he could smell the fragrance of meat.

He swallowed, turned around and left here.

But Tian Runye saw his back, then shouted and chased him out.

"Brother Shaoan, Brother Shaoan."

"Why did you not come in and sit in when you arrived at your doorstep?"

Sun Shaoan: "Well, go to the east, there is still work to do."
To be continued...