In the ordinary world, I am the son-in-law of the Sun family

Chapter 370 The Experience of Henan Blacksmith

the next day.

The weather was sunny and sunny, although the earth was still covered in silver, but the sky was cloudless, and it seemed to be a good day with bright sunshine.

"Lanhua, are you going to Mijia Town?" Wang Manyin asked while eating baked pumpkin pie and drinking pimple soup.

Lan Hua shook her head, "You go to pull coal, what do I do, dragging your family is a burden, the sea is still sleeping?"

Wang Manyin nodded, "Let him sleep. Anyway, he has nothing to do during the holidays. Children doze off a lot."

After she was full, Lan Hua went to clean up the table and the stove, and heated up the soup and pumpkin pie in the pot, so that she could eat them directly when the sea rose.

Wang Manyin put on his military overcoat and wool felt hat, wrapped two pieces of sour fish in newspaper, stuffed two pieces of canvas into the cart, and rode a tricycle towards Mijia Town.

When passing by Wangjiazhuang, I happened to meet a few people from Wangjiazhuang who were going to Mijia Town.

Although the relationship between these clansmen was not as close as that between him and Wang Hongshan, it was easy for them to get on the cart and drive them to the market in Mijia Town.

The long-lost sun rose slowly from the east, shedding a large expanse of white light, shining on the snow on the ground, reflecting bursts of white light.

Unknown birds chirped and danced in the air, standing on the wires and shaking from time to time, or looking for food on the ground.

The snow on the dirt road was trampled dirty by people. People passing by wore sheep-belly towels or felt hats, their hands were tucked into their sleeves, and they were puffing on the clouds with dry cigarettes in their mouths.

When Wang Manyin came to Mijia Town, it was as lively as ever. Compared with the deserted Shige Festival, it looked completely different.

"Man Yin, thank you so much today, I even took a tricycle ride." The clansman of Wangjiazhuang got off the cart, looked at the envious eyes of passers-by, and said vigorously.

Wang Manyin replied: "Uncle, it's a matter of convenience, let's play it well today."

"Sure, why don't you come over for dinner after finishing your work. The steamed fish your aunt cooks is very delicious. Come and have a taste." Another person invited, and the others also invited after hearing this.

Wang Manyin agreed with a smile, saying that next time will definitely be the next time, and then rode a tricycle to the iron shop of the Henan blacksmith.

"Hey, you're here, is there something wrong with the tricycle?" Even in the midst of winter, the Henan blacksmith was still wearing only a linen jacket, carrying a big hammer in his hand, and the fire of the iron pot behind him was shining.

Wang Manyin shook his head, "There is nothing wrong with the tricycle, I just came to buy you some oil, and the chain is a little loose, so you can't ride it right."

The Henan blacksmith squatted down to have a look, tapped the chain with a wrench, and nodded, "It's indeed a little loose, just tighten the screws a little, it's not a big deal."

With that said, he squatted down and started to operate, tightening the chain after a while.

He straightened up and clapped his hands, "Okay, but your tires are a bit worn out, and it won't cost you much if you repair them."

Wang Manyin waved his hand, "Make up, use the best materials, by the way, master, please help me to see if there are any other problems, such as brakes or something, come to a comprehensive overhaul."

After speaking, he handed him a Daqianmen cigarette.

Master Henan pointed at him with a smile, took the cigarette, covered the match he was burning with his hand and lit it, and after exhaling a mouthful of blue smoke, he took the shuttle bus and began to overhaul the tricycle that had been running for almost a year.

"Master, aren't you a blacksmith? Why do you still repair cars? Doesn't it seem the same thing?" Wang Manyin asked casually, smoking a cigarette, crossing his legs.

Master Henan replied: "Although I am a blacksmith who can't get on the table, I can also order other things. Bicycles are not a rare thing. I will naturally get used to it after seeing too much."

"If you ask me to repair the truck or something, I can't do it. At most, I will change the tire for you."

Wang Manyin gave a thumbs up, "That's amazing too, bro, just watch it more and you'll be fine. I can't learn this skill."

"By the way, brother, why did you come from Henan?"

It seems that this is not the first time that the Henan blacksmith has answered this kind of question. He replied skillfully: "What else can it be? There is a famine in Henan. There are too many people. If you don't leave, you will starve to death."

"Shaanxi is good. It has been the land of the Central Plains since ancient times. Besides, unlike Henan, there are fewer people here, so we all rushed here."

"It's been many years since I came here. I still remember when I came to the provincial capital on the Longhai Railway, and then came to Mijia Town after a long journey, where I worked as a blacksmith."

"Speaking of which, although I grew up in Henan, I'm still half a native of Shaanxi. I'm afraid I won't have the chance to return to Henan in the future."

Wang Manyin nodded suddenly, and said doubtfully: "Brother, why haven't I seen my sister-in-law and the child."

The Henan blacksmith smiled freely, "They are all dead. They starved to death on the road. There is really no way. There are no leaves or roots on the road."

"Passing by a temple, I dug some Avalokitesvara clay in it, mixed it with the soil and let the child eat it, but the child died from eating it."

"The child was only two years old at the time. I remember that he was always staggering when he walked, and shouted in a childish voice, Daddy, I'm hungry, Daddy, I'm hungry."

"Not long after the child died, the child's mother also fell ill. In the end, I don't know whether he died of starvation or disease."

"At that time, things like ours were too common. People starved to death on the road, died of illness, and some people were lucky enough to be called to work on the road, or sold their children to other people's homes."

"Well, I'm quite lucky. After coming to Mijia Town, I have made such a good living. Now I don't have to worry about eating and drinking."

The Henan blacksmith was chattering, with a touch of emotion in his tone, more free and easy, with memories and vicissitudes in his eyes.

The cigarette on Wang Manyin's mouth has not been flicked for a long time, and it has been stored for a long time. Following the Henan blacksmith's relaxed narration, a purgatory-like scene seemed to appear in front of him.

After a long time, he sighed, "Brother, I'm sorry for reminding you of these sad things."

The Henan blacksmith waved his hand indifferently, "There's something wrong with that. After everyone knows that I'm from Henan, they will ask this question out of curiosity."

"It's been so many years. Those who should be sad have already been sad. It's no big deal. This person has to live no matter what. If he dies, no one in this world will really remember the child and his mother. .”

Wang Manyin flicked off the ash on the cigarette, and handed him another cigarette, "Brother, your idea is right, no matter what, as long as you live, there is hope, and only living is the greatest blessing to the dead." comfort."

The Henan blacksmith scratched the back of his head honestly, "I'm not as educated as you are when I speak, it should all mean the same thing, we have to do our best to live."

(End of this chapter)