The night the mountain people built the road.

    Many people drive three horses home.

    The irregular streets of lijiakou are full of farm vehicles.

    After all, the car belongs to you.

    Don''t mention the joy in your heart.

    Binglin uncle''s son, Xiao shunzi, also parked his car in the yard.

    Specially draw water and wipe it clean.

    "Oh! What a nice car! Fifteen horsepower, right? " Li Binglin asked his son with a tobacco pot in his mouth.

    "Yes, Dad, Jianghuai diesel engine is famous all over the country! The big shelf is strong! "

    "Good car, good car! I heard it''s not cheap? "

    "Well, the retail price is 7000, and the wholesale price is more than 6000.

    Later, it will be ours. We can pull crops, manure and pesticides. "

    Little shunzi was very happy.

    I dream of buying a troika.

    But the family has no money, the village is poor.

    But Li Binglin shook his head: "shunzi, we can''t have this car!"

    "Why? This is from a fool! " Little shunzi was puzzled.

    "Not only can we not! And from tomorrow, my family will go to repair the road! "

    "Dad, what''s the matter with you? No one else is going. Why are you going?

    No money for road construction! It''s hard to please

    "Fart! When the road is repaired, everyone should go! Everyone has a share!

    What does a fool want to do with money and effort?

    Doesn''t he know he''s sitting at home?

    People have done their best for us, the people of caozishan! A man should know his kindness and return it!!

    Don''t say don''t give money, I will do it even if I post money backwards! "

    "But Dad! Everybody else wants a farm truck! "

    "I don''t care about other people. You can return the car tomorrow! Honest road construction!

    Dare to be lazy, smoke pot breaks your head

    When he found that his father was angry, shunzi had to shrink his neck.

    "Well, I''ll park my car on the construction site tomorrow! Follow the fool.

    He goes East, I go east, he goes West, I go west, all right

    Li Binglin nodded and looked at the bright road outside the wall.

    His wrinkles also stretch out.

    "Fool is the lucky star of our cone mountain.

    Without him, we can''t make money and get out of the mountains!

    I will help him finish this happy road! "

    The next morning, Li Binglin set out and went straight to the construction site with his shovel.

    Together with aunt Binglin.

    When he found out that he was going to work on the construction site, other mountain people could not help but also resist the tools and get on the car.

    Hula La, more than 50 labors all arrived by Troika.

    The mountain road is busy.

    Aunt Binglin leads the way.

    "Sisters! Men are too tired to work!

    Shall we boil them water for cooking? "

    "Good!" A dozen women agreed.

    "I go home to get the pot. I have the biggest pot in my family!"

    "I go home to get a bowl. I have more than 100 pairs of chopsticks."

    "I have thirty benches in my family!"

    "My family has grain. I''ll take 200 Jin of wheat and steam steamed buns for them."

    "It''s too late! I''m going to kill my sheep, so that everyone can have a full stomach. "

    The women were in high spirits and moved one after another.

    In the morning of the same day, the stove was set up on the construction site, boiling water, boiling potatoes, stewing mutton.

    The men are busy, the women are busy.

    The fool found that the mountain people were so active, his eyes were sore, and tears were ready to come out.

    "Gouwa!"

    "Yes

    "Take the money! Go to the farmer''s market outside the mountain to wholesale Vegetables and buy meat! Buy wine!

    From today on, everyone will eat at the construction site!

    Two meals a day, lunch and dinner at the construction site!

    Unlimited supply! "

    "All right, idiot!"

    Gowa drove away in a car.

    In the afternoon, I got fresh cabbage and whole pork.

    When they found that there was wine and meat, the mountain people were more busy.

    "Aunt Binglin, I heard that you are good at singing folk songs. Come on." A young man suggested.

    "Yes, yes! Auntie, I heard you had a good voice when you were young.

    It was with a golden voice that uncle Binglin got him!

    Auntie, sing one! Sing one

    There was a lot of noise all around.

    Aunt Binglin''s face turned red.

    "Oh! No, old man...! "

    "Sing, sing, I like to hear it."

    When she found that everyone gave her face so much, aunt Binglin cleared her throat and really began to sing.

    "Little sister, send it to the gate.

    Teardrop son line, fall ah, fall down.

    You need to take a message.

    Don''t forget that your little sister has you in mind.

    Little sister, send it to the south of the village

    It''s cold in the autumn wind. When you are out, you should know the cold and the warm. "

    At the end of the song, the young people clapped and cheered.

    "Well sung! Wonderful singing! It''s the golden voice of caozishan!

    Uncle Binglin sing one, uncle Binglin sing one

    Hearing this, Li Binglin turned red and hid behind the troika.

    A few young people were reluctant to pull him.

    Li Binglin immediately refused: "no, no! Uncle is really old. I don''t use my voice anymore!

    If not, let the old clock sing. Don''t look at him. He can sing better than me

    "Yes? Old uncle, sing, sing

    Old Zhong is honest, but his singing is not ambiguous at all.

    He cleared his throat and began to sing.

    It''s very loud.

    "The star is still the star, the moon is still the moon.

    The mountain is still the mountain, the beam is still the beam!

    The mill is the mill, the jar is the jar, the father is the father, and the mother is the mother. "

    At the beginning of 2000, the theme song of fence women and dogs was still popular.

    The old bell is intoxicated with singing.

    Attracted a lot of women around.

    The singing has just finished, and the crowd hasn''t had time to clap.

    All of a sudden, someone on the other side of the road picked up the song, which was also loud and clear.

    "The yellow sand hill at the end of the white world stands up a diamond poplar.

    There is a Haiqing house across the fence.

    I always want to have what I don''t have, and I hope to have what I get.

    Who would like to have a cool heart? Oh, cool heart... "

    When we were looking for a song, we saw a woman standing on the mound.

    In his forties, he has short hair and ears, and his clothes are very clean.

    Shoulder across a bag.

    Just when everyone is surprised, Xiaomin and Gouwa cry.

    "Niang --!" Two children call out:

    In an instant, he rushed into a woman''s arms.

    She is sister-in-law Dahong, the mother of Xiaomin and Gouwa.

    "Mother! You are back. I miss you so much... "

    "Kowa, Xiaomin, Niang also wants you!"

    Most people in caozishan don''t know Mrs. Dahong.

    Ten months ago, a woman settled her mother-in-law and a pair of children in the Li family and left.

    She went to the far south and worked in Shenzhen.

    Half a month ago, I got the news that my mother-in-law was seriously ill and was hospitalized for cerebral apoplexy.

    Had to rush back.

    When Gowa and Xiaomin see Niang''s first sight, they are very excited.

    No one from the villagers went to say hello.

    Because I''m not familiar with it at all.

    Only the old clock went by and pulled the two children apart.

    "Kowa Xiaomin, don''t cry, don''t cry, your mother just came back, must be tired."

    "Brother Zhong... Are you ok?" Asked sister Dahong.

    "Good! Good

    "Where''s my mother? How is she

    "At home, too! Discharged...! "

    "Thank you for this time. If it''s not you, my mother-in-law is afraid...!"

    Thank you very much.

    Knowing that old Zhong is honest, he has been at home.

    "Why do you say that? Home, home!

    Little minkowa, pull your mother into the car... "

    "Mother! Go back to... " Gowa and Xiaomin put their mother on a tricycle.

    Mrs. Dahong got in the car and left.

    It''s not just all the mountain people who are depressed.

    And the fool!

    How did he see it? How did he feel that he knew Mrs. Dahong.

    I think I''ve seen it somewhere.

    I just can''t remember.