Chapter 8 The Peasant's Home

  The road from Shenyang to Sichuan is very long, and there are many places along the way that are vast and white. There aren't many vehicles on the road either. Among our group of four, only He and Ali can drive, so they take turns driving for a few hours at a time. As for me, I'm in charge of looking at the scenery and maps. And then there's Dazhuang - this guy can't drive, but he's always getting up to do something, whether it's getting out to pee or opening the window to smoke, which makes everyone else freeze frequently.

  Finally, after four days of monotonous life and Da Zhuang's non-stop disturbance, we finally arrived at Xiao Jin County in Sichuan.

  I once came here when I was only 17 or 18 years old. At that time, my parents brought me to play for a day while delivering goods here. The small Jin County at that time looked very old and broken, but now it is many times better than before, and it is much more lively than before.

  I still remember when I heard people on this side say that there was a snow monster on the mountain. At that time, I was young and arrogant, and I kept urging my parents to take me to play in the snowy mountains. But my parents didn't take me to the snowy mountains at all, instead they scolded me for being disobedient.

  I remember that night, after my parents fell asleep, I sneaked out alone and headed up the mountain. After walking for a while, when I turned back, I couldn't see anything outside, the lights of the small town had already disappeared from view. At the time, I was still young and got scared in my heart, so I stopped going deeper and turned around to head down, but no matter how I walked, I couldn't get out, walking for a long time just circling around the same spot. Later, I met an old man who brought me down and told me that there were snow monsters in the mountains, don't go back to play in the mountains again. And after this incident, my parents also stopped taking me out to play.

  Back in Xiaojin County again, I have a lot of feelings. At this time, I no longer have the youthful vigor of my childhood, but instead have a hint of maturity.

  Here's how it changed, the roads are still those few, it's impossible to suddenly become flat and then mountainous again. Da Zhong and I swapped positions, I sat in the passenger seat and gave directions to Ali, who immediately stepped on the gas and drove in the direction I pointed.

  The direction I was pointing to was the residence of that old man who brought me down from the mountain at that time. I remember that my parents and I did not live in the old man's house, but instead chose a relatively cheaper farmhouse. The farmhouses here were not just one room, but rather several rooms made up of many houses.

  In just a few minutes, the car arrived at the gate of Lao Da Ye's house. The style of the house was similar to that of Northeast China, with a wall surrounding it and an iron gate in the middle. Behind the gate were several houses.

  Everyone got off the bus, and before I could say anything, Da Zhuang walked forward and shouted loudly "Is anyone there? Come out quickly!"

  I hastily walked up to cover Da Zhuang's mouth, this kid is always getting into trouble, never considering his image, always fully displaying his own style, making people feel embarrassed.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, there was a commotion in the house. A little kid walked from inside the house to the front door, which wasn't the iron gate in front of us but another door about ten meters away from the iron gate.

  All we saw was a little kid peeping at us from the door, then he ran away crying.

  Seeing the kid's action, except for Da Zhuang, all three of us laughed, even Ali, who usually had a straight face, also laughed.

  "Dazhuang, your loud voice scared away the kids. From now on, don't shout everywhere, or people will think you're bullying them and snatching their candy." I chuckled a few more times.

  Before long, a middle-aged couple who looked like husband and wife came out of the house. I couldn't tell who they were from their appearance. Had this house been sold to someone else by the old man? Before I could think more, the couple said something to us. Although it was the local dialect of Sichuan, I had learned it after coming here before, so I could understand and speak clearly. The couple asked: "Who are you? Are you here for tourism?"

  Dazhuang Zhang Er and the monk were confused, couldn't understand what the couple was saying. He opened his mouth to speak, I quickly covered his mouth and smiled apologetically at the couple: "Ah, we're here for tourism, thinking of renting two rooms from you, don't know if there are any left? My friend is a bit impatient, sorry about scaring your child earlier, really sorry."

  As I spoke, I gave Da Zhuang a stern look, signaling him not to speak, this guy's rough and loud voice might cause some consequences, I'm afraid it would scare the couple into shutting the door and ignoring us.

  After hearing my words, the couple looked at me and thought I wasn't a bad person. The man walked over and opened the iron gate. "Hello, hello, you're from Northeast China, right? Your accent sounds like it's from Northeast China, but you understand our dialect, which is really strange. We have two houses here that haven't been rented out for the past two days, and you've come at just the right time."

  "Hello, I remember that this house was Liu Dage's, did Liu Dage sell it to you?" As I spoke, I pointed to the house, indicating for Da Zhuang and the others to bring their luggage inside.

  "Who are you?" The man looked at me with a puzzled expression after hearing my words.

  Seeing the man's puzzled expression, a name flashed in my mind. Before I could speak, the man's eyes narrowed into a line and he said with a smile "Are you surnamed Han?"