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    In the early 1970s, Wu Jun was born in a poor peasant family. How "poor" was this family?  In Wu Jun's own words, even the older girls dare not take another look for fear of being malnourished due to drooling.

    Wu Jun was the eldest of the family, with three older brothers, all of whom were the owners of the family property. The four brothers were married in order of age. When Wu Jun married a wife, his parents only had 5 acres of paddy fields and a small tile-roofed house left.  .  This condition can be regarded as worrying the matchmaker in the same village.

    "I've already worn out 8 pairs of shoes, but no girl is willing. What do you think I should do?"

    "Then what conditions do you think they want?"

    "'Three sons' are popular now."

    "What is 'Sanzi'?"

    "House, car, money."

    "Is it possible that if you can't get these three things together, you won't be able to get a wife?"

    "Yes, would you like to have the fat girl from your Aunt Liu's family in the next village?"

    "She is as fat as an old sow. The five acres of land she got from her marriage are not enough to feed her alone."

    "Yes, there is actually a saying that I don't know whether to say or not."

    "Auntie, why are you being polite to me?"

    "Auntie said, look at this 30-mile radius, there are basically no good-looking girls around your age. I estimate that in another year, there will be people who want fat girls. There are so many boys in our rural areas, how can we  It¡¯s so hard to find the right one.¡±

    "Oh, who says it's not the case? My parents are worried to death."

    "By the way, how old are you this year?"

    "The virtual age is 20 years."

    "That's good. You're not very young. In fact, you might as well go out and work for two years and let your parents farm the fields at home. If you become famous, my aunt can introduce you to a good guy; even if you get a refund of 10,000  Bu, you can't act like a human being, so if you find someone like that fat girl, you'll have given up, right?"

    "That seems to be the case. My parents are not very old now. They should be able to handle 5 acres of land."

    "Yes, your Uncle Li's youngest son is one year older than you. He is not doing well in the city now. I was planning to get one for him at the beginning of the year, but he said that he was still young and could not live or die.  If you are willing to look for it, tell me about this child."

    "Hey, Auntie, there is a rumor in the village that you and Uncle Li are old friends, and that his youngest son is your illegitimate son. Is that true?"

    "You little bastard, you are making fun of your aunt, and you will see if I don't deal with you later!"

    "Hey, aunt, why are you so angry just because you're angry? I'm not joking. Who in this village doesn't know that my aunt loves me?" Wu Jun said with a playful smile and took out a bamboo basket from behind, "  Auntie, here it is, I honor you."

    "what's that?"

    "Open it and take a look."

    "You kid, you just like to make fun of my aunt, but I don't want that."

    ¡°Don¡¯t regret it, these are the duck eggs I saved for half a year, more than 100 of them.¡±

    "Duck eggs? This is a good thing."

    "Then, where can I use a bad guy to honor you?"

    "I guess you have a conscience."

    "I listen to my aunt. If I go out and work hard for two years, I will still trouble my aunt later."

    "Okay, let me take care of it."

    Wu Jun conveyed the matchmaker's intention to his parents that night. Although in the eyes of his parents, he had already reached the age of discussing marriage, the society was changing day by day, so they had no choice but to agree to his son's proposal.

    The village where Wu Jun lives is located in the mountains. If you want to take a bus to the city, you must first climb over a hill, then walk 5 miles on the mountain road before finally reaching the station.

    It is said to be a station, but it is actually a small pavilion made of scrap wood. The entire station has two buses a day, one at 8 a.m. and one at 3 p.m. In order to make it early, Wu Jun got up at 5 a.m. and climbed over the mountains, sweating all the way.  , when I ran to the station, two and a half hours had passed.

    Native mountain people all know that there is insufficient oxygen in the woods in the morning, and long-term exercise can easily cause suffocation. Therefore, mountain people do not have the habit of getting up early unless they have no choice.  It is precisely because of this habit that the bus in the morning could not carry many people from beginning to end. It was almost time to leave, and the number of passengers on the bus could be counted on one hand.

    The barrier of the mountains means that people in the mountains have no habit of saying hello to each other. Wu Jun took out the pot stickers and steamed buns made by his mother in the morning from his travel bag: "Oh, I don't know when I will be able to eat them after I leave this time." He muttered.  Fill the buns one by oneThe sweet aftertaste of the steamed buns lingered on the tip of his tongue. From the moment he left home, he had silently sworn in his heart that he would not be ashamed to meet his fellow villagers until he got ahead.  So he didn't know how many years it would take for him to go out this time. That kind of "home flavor" that couldn't be described in words, he still wanted it to disappear slowly.

    "Hurry up and get in the car, time has passed and no one waits!" Wu Jun just took a sip of water and put down the bun stuck in his throat, and then heard a woman's roar.

    He looked around and saw that a fashionably dressed middle-aged woman had opened the cab door.

    "Why is your temper so bad when driving?"

    ¡°When you look at the way you dress, you look like a city dweller, so why are you so crazy?¡±

    ¡°That¡¯s right, that¡¯s right, if you¡¯re so capable, don¡¯t come and drive a minibus in our mountains.¡±

    ¡°You might as well know what you were doing before you started driving!¡±

    Faced with the arrogance of the female driver, passengers who had arrived early complained.

    "What's the fuss about? If you want to sit down, sit down. If you don't want to sit down, leave!" The female driver closed the door with force, and the minibus then made a "buzzing" sound when it started.

    Seeing the wheels turning, the noisy crowd immediately became quiet. Everyone picked up their bamboo baskets and crowded in front of the car door.

    "Plop!" The valve of the minibus was closed.  "Are you qualified? Queue up and get on the bus! If you don't line up well today, I will never drive!"

    Faced with the roar of the female driver, a group of people compromised and felt there was a long queue.

    ¡°This bitch must have taken the wrong medicine!¡± Wu Jun cursed and stood at the end of the line waiting to get on the bus.

    "Plop." The door reopened, and the passengers threw the two yuan into the plastic box prepared by the driver in the order they got on the bus.

    In that era, minibuses were the most common means of transportation in mountainous areas. The design of such vehicles cannot be compared with today's coin-operated buses.  At that time, most buses were equipped with a conductor. However, in mountainous areas, because there were fewer passengers, the driver's income was not much. If there was a conductor, it would basically be a waste of money. Therefore, in order to save expenses,  For minibuses that run in mountainous areas, driving and ticketing are basically done by the driver alone.

    When the last passenger got on the bus, the female driver stuffed the money box under the seat of the cab, then turned the ignition key and drove towards the next station entrance.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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