Quick Transmigration: Passer-by Craftsman System [MTL]

Chapter 43

It will be the twelfth lunar month in a few days, and the village will be a little quieter, so it will be easier for Zhaoming to take this leave.

He carried a large bamboo basket weighing more than 100 kilograms and went to the more remote farm with a letter of introduction from the village in his pocket. This farm is in a mountain valley, and you have to walk a long way to get there by car. There is only one small trail. I really don't know how the products from this farm are transported.

Zhaoming walked for a while and rested for a while. He arrived at the place at noon. He asked a ragged villager about the location of the farm and took the letter to report it. The conditions of the villagers nearby are generally worse than those in the village where he stayed. In the village where he stayed, the villagers' clothes had three or five patches on them, while the villagers here basically had their clothes folded with patches, which made it difficult to see. They saw a slightly larger piece of cloth, and all of them looked unkempt, looking like homeless people who hadn't washed their faces in several years.

The man who guards the farm is not much better. He is skinny and does not understand Mandarin. Fortunately, Zhaoming can speak the local dialect, so it is not impossible for him to communicate. So he easily understood Zhao Ming's purpose and led him to find someone.

This old man may not be very communicative with the outside world, nor is he very tactful, or his Zhaoming attitude may easily make people put their guard down. In short, this old man heard that he was here to visit a distant relative who was a decentralized personnel, but he actually didn't show his face. I was unhappy or wary, and after chatting for a few words, I even praised the person who was transferred.

He said that there was a man among them who could manage cattle and was talented. Their farm raises cattle and livestock collectively, and having such a person here reduces a lot of losses for the collective.

Later, he may have realized that there was something wrong with his attitude, so the old man quickly added a few words, "They have reformed very well. Oh, really, I reflect on myself every day."

The two walked for a while and arrived at a cemetery. After walking around the cemetery, they saw several thatched houses. They were bamboo sheds with a thick layer of mud on the outside and several layers of straw on top to protect them from the wind. rain. There are two vegetable plots outside the house, and there are some unharvested mustard greens and cabbages on the ground. Zhaoming was half relieved when he saw the accommodation conditions.

"Let's have lunch now. They are all inside." The old man said and was about to leave.

Zhaoming quickly grabbed him and stuffed something into his dry old bark-like hands, two eggs and a handful of candied peanuts. Candied peanuts are not peanuts. They are fried pasta with a layer of sugar on top and have a crispy texture. They are a favorite snack among children. Zhaoming also bought a lot of them yesterday.

"This, this can't be done, it can't be done."

"Please look after me more. I will settle down in Shangwan Village next door. If you need anything, please come to me."

The two rejected it for a while, but the old man couldn't resist him, so he accepted the things and stuffed them into the inner pocket of his thin cotton-padded jacket with great care.

Zhaoming didn't go in right away, maybe because he was timid about being close to home. He hadn't seen each other for seven or eight years. I wonder how they are doing now.

"Who are you?"

While he was wandering, an old man with a goatee walked out of the middle room. He looked at him for a while and laughed, "Young man has a good look." Many people praised Zhao Ming for his good looks, but this old man It is very meaningful to say it, and it is not such a superficial compliment to the color.