That day, Zi Yang was squatting on the ground to count ants. Lao Wang came back happily with a stack of money: "The salary is paid, and my living expenses have also arrived. Comrade Xiao Li, the darkest moment before dawn has passed, and the dawn of victory is waving to us!"

Zi Yang hummed and said, "Save some money, you have to pay tuition!" He bears all the food, drinks and entertainment with Lao Wang these days. Although the two of them have tightened their belts to some extent, the expenses of surfing the Internet, snacks, and buying food and nutritional supplements for the goddess are quite large.

Lao Wang said, "Don't worry, the tuition fee has been saved long ago. The rest are the differences between our brothers."

Zi Yang turned over and said, "I'll go, do you have so much pocket money? Is your father covered by a rich woman?"

Lao Wang kicked Zi Yang, "Get out of here, I've been enlightened in the past few years and have worked with someone to do a timber business. I made a small deal and I'm about to enter the ranks of the second generation of rich people."

Zi Yang said, "I can't tell that you, a guy with thin eyebrows and small eyes, are going to betray the poor!"

Old Wang raised his chest and raised his belly and patted Zi Yang on the shoulder and said, "Hehe, little devil, I didn't expect that the serf would turn over and be a landlord one day, right?"

Looking at the proud old Wang, Zi Yang suddenly sighed and said, "That's a terrible period of time now, I'm still scared when I think about it. It's really a big test of life. Fortunately, there's nothing wrong with our fortunes. The most pitiful thing is the dead female classmate. His father doesn't know what's going on..."

When Lao Wang heard this, his expression became depressed, "Yes, although I haven't said a few words to her, I seem to be diligent and frugal. I wear two sets of clothes for one season. At first glance, I see a bitter girl from the countryside. When we worked together, she was reluctant to finish a lunch box and had to eat two meals. When his father came to school, I took it over. It seems that he is also an honest farmer."

"It is not easy for rural people to support college students. The family put all their hopes on this daughter. This time, it means that the beam of the house collapsed."

Zi Yang asked: "How far is that place in Shaanxi?"

Lao Wang rolled his eyes and thought: "Well, it will take more than ten hours to take the train, at least."

Zi Yang calculated by counting his fingers, "Well, I'm back this time, my family gave me some more pocket money. I calculated by counting out the expenses these days, and I can still get a few hundred yuan out. Otherwise, let's buy something and go and have a look? Anyway, I'm idle... I'm so frustrated with you every day."

Lao Wang's eyes lit up and he said, "I have a good idea. Xiao Li, I haven't seen you have such a compassionate heart. I can also squeeze in a thousand or eight hundred people. I'll save it by eating a few times in the future."

Zi Yang asked, "Do you have the address of the fellow villager's home?"

Lao Wang said, "I don't have it here, but Teacher Li has it. He also booked the train tickets for the girl's father back and forth." At that moment, Lao Wang called Teacher Li and asked Teacher Li to come out for a meal.

The teacher was not very far from the school, and he was not polite after answering the phone. He arrived after more than an hour. Teacher Li looked like a down-and-out intellectual. He was in his thirties, big black-framed glasses, messy hair, a worn-out sweatshirt and shorts comparable to Lao Wang, and a pair of slippers. He didn't look very particular about his private life. He was thin, with thin arms and legs, and he looked like a big prawn when he got on his way.

The three of them ordered a few side dishes in a small restaurant and chatted while eating. Lao Wang explained the general meaning, and the teacher agreed with both hands and said that if there were no thiefs at home and naughty children, he would have gone with them. In the end, Teacher Li took out a wrinkled handful of money from his pocket and said that he was short of money. This little money was meant to let the two of them have a heart. Lao Wang took the whole 100 yuan, and the remaining a few dozen yuan of tickets were left, and the steel slaughter was left, saying that you always stayed to improve your life, and your heart would be done.

After asking for the specific address, the two packed their luggage and booked two tickets at the train station. Fortunately, during the summer vacation, the ticket price was cheap, and the student ticket was half the price, so the round-trip fee would not cost much.

This green train was the main means of transportation back then. There were two rows of seats, each with three people sitting opposite each other. There was a small table board with a size of a butt in the middle, with a row of melon and fruit crumbs on it, and a row of racks above the head were packed with luggage. It was hot in summer, and the train crew installed an electric fan under the rack, which was better than nothing. The pretty guy sat on the back of the chair and put his head and face on the fan.

Although it was summer vacation, people were also full of people. Most of them were working outside the country. Some people couldn't buy tickets and stood on the aisle. On the aisle connected by two cars, some people even shrank and got into the gap under the seat. They lay two newspapers, which was no different from sleeper.

From time to time, a train conductor pushed the cart by, shouting: Beer, drink, mineral water, cigarettes, melon seeds, ham sausage, ah, my feet collect...

Although I shout hard, I rarely trade, and the things on it are expensive and most people can't afford it.

The tickets Lao Wang and Zi Yang bought were directly opposite the window, which was considered a masterpiece of Feng Shui. The two took out the snacks they bought on the road and placed them on small tables and chairs. While watching the scenery outside the window flashed, they were sweating and smelling sweat in the carriage, smelly athlete's foot, and the smell of urine floating in the toilet, and chatting while eating. After a while, Lao Wang fell asleep on the table with the clanging sound of the train.

Zi Yang was sleepless and looked at the people around him aimlessly.

Zi Yang has formed a habit over the years. When there are many people, he likes to silently observe his expression and expression, look at the appearance, behavior and conversation of the people around him. Sometimes he also guesses the character, background, habit, and origin of these people in his mind. This habit has become a pleasure for him.

Zi Yang feels that everyone has their own stories, and there are thousands of stories happening in the world every moment, gathering. Two people who don’t know each other may have an intersection in the next second.

On the row of seats diagonally opposite Zi Yang and the others, there were several young and middle-aged men, all dressed up by migrant workers, with luggage stuffed on the shelves, and some of them couldn't put them down and were stuffed in the gaps under the seats. Zi Yang knew that these migrant workers had no place to live, and usually had a snakeskin bag or a big denim bag with pots and pans inside. They stuffed them together in a roll of quilts, which was all the property, which was convenient and appropriate.

However, the first impression these migrant workers gave people is a bit strange. Although their behavior is the same as those of migrant workers, there are many differences in details and temperament. Most migrant workers have wide palms, cracked skin, thin body, and more or less some of the marks of mud, water, bricks and tiles on their clothes. Although these people have thick hands and feet and rough knuckles, they do not look like they have been moving bricks and tiles all year round, and their nails are neat and clean, and their clothes are also clean (maybe they have just left the house so they dress up specially).

Although these people were squatting or standing in their seats, throwing melon seeds, fruits, and danders all over the floor, their words and deeds were not as restrained as ordinary migrant workers. Their occasionally glances revealed an aggressive and fierce look.

Perhaps because he noticed Zi Yang's gaze, an old man next to the group coughed: "Cough cough, please be careful, outside is not as good as home, keep your legs and feet tight, and don't throw things around."

Although the old man was kind-hearted, several young men sat up neatly as if they heard the order. It seemed that they were their leader.

Zi Yang observed the old man again. The old man was about fifty or sixty years old, with sparse hair and neatly combed behind his head. His face was thin, round and pointed at the top. His mouth was not a must, and his eyes were full of smiles. However, the two eye bags with a large copper coin were particularly eye-catching. Zi Yang heard from the old man that people with heavy eye bags were mostly lewd (but the old senior who said this also had a lot of bags, and it seemed that they were life experience).

The old man is thin and dressed very neatly, his hands are slender and dry like bird's claws, and he has a huge ring on his right thumb.

Zi Yang heard from the old man that wearing a ring is a very particular thing. The rings are divided into literary rings and military rings. They are mostly made of precious and prosperous materials such as deer antlers, rhinoceros horns, ivory, crystal, jade, jade, tourmaline, etc. In the Qing Dynasty, people with rings were the most popular. They were often worn by children of the Eight Banners or art-like wealthy businessmen and tycoons, showing their dignity.

Military military finger rings are all made of moose antlers, which are strong and wear-resistant. They are used by soldiers when pulling bows and shooting archery. When hands sweat in summer, the keratin in the moose antlers will be precipitated from sweat, and the inner wall of the finger ring will produce stickiness. A uniform blood line can increase breathability. There will be no foul smell when worn for a long time.

Nowadays, there are very few people wearing rings to decorate, only some older generations can use them, and they are usually people with some status. When Zi Yang sees an elderly person dressed in a delicate manner and wearing rings, mixed with a group of inexplicable migrant workers, he feels even more strange.

Seeing the old man looking at him with a smile, Zi Yang felt embarrassed to observe and nodded, then turned to look out the window, and from time to time, a few young and middle-aged men and the old man came from his ears. He probably heard the outline along the way. This wave of people was going to work and work in northern Shaanxi. The old man was their contractor, named Uncle Li.
Chapter completed!