It is about15km from Jiangkou to yongcheng city. At that time, buses cost two yuan, tricycles only cost one yuan, and bicycles could also be loaded. Therefore, it is favored by rural people who go to town to handle affairs.
By the time the bus was crowded, the sun had set. Under the urging of the whole car, the owner reluctantly let the driver step on the accelerator-there are still a few small benches hidden under the seat, so it is possible that one more person will charge one yuan more later!
When the garage was more than ten meters away, an old man in his sixties came running from behind with a fertilizer bag under his arm, shouting, "Hey, don't run, wait a minute ..." "Don't stop, you won't go home before dark." Someone said this to the owner. I think so too. But the owner smiled, politely helped the old man into the car and took out a small bench to sit him down-next to me.
A thick smell of sweat mixed with smoke tar makes me sick. I saw that there were no seats to change, so I had to keep my mouth shut and think that today was really unlucky.
"Daughter, are you a little young?" Seeing my painful appearance, the old man asked with concern, revealing a few dark yellow uneven teeth.
This is all your fault! I was angry and embarrassed to say it, so I gave up an "hmm" and covered my nose with my hand.
But the old man didn't let me go because of this, and kept saying, "Time flies, the disease should be treated early!" " Exercise more at ordinary times, and my health will be fine ... Look at me, I am 68 years old, and I can still carry a hundred kilograms of melons. "
"You are selling melons in the city. What is the price? " A middle-aged woman asked.
The old man shook his head, sighed and said, "No! Last year' honey pot' weighed more than a catty. There are many kinds of crops this year, and the rain is heavy, but the melons are not sweet. A catty can only sell for two or three cents, which is not enough. "
After listening to these words, I can't help feeling smug-I'd better be a teacher, protected from the wind and the sun, and get paid every month. In addition, the country pays more and more attention to education, and people respect teachers more and more ... Just when I was imagining the benefits of being a teacher, the shopkeeper reached out and said to me, "The fare is one yuan."
The money is in the bag. I took out my bag and froze-I don't know when the bag was cut by a thief, and of course the money was gone.
"I'm sorry … I lost my money …" I whispered hesitantly.
The owner's face suddenly turned from sunny to cloudy. "No money! We are not white people! "
"Lost money, girl? I will give it! " The old man said, pulled out a dollar from his waist and handed it to the owner.
"Grandpa ..." I shouted "Grandpa" and "Thank you" stuck in my throat.
The old man's life is not rich, as can be seen from his shabby clothes. One yuan, for him, is a flower! You need to sell four or five Jin of melons! Are there still four or five kilograms of melons easy to handle? He wants to cultivate melon seedlings in the pot first, and then transplant them to the ground. When the melon is produced, he needs to watch it all day-he can pick it for him without watching the naughty child. Finally, when the melon was ripe, he got up early and went to the town to sell it by bike with his bag on his back. The hot sun scorched his old face ... I originally planned to earn some money to subsidize my family, but I didn't know that the capital was not enough.
In this case, he didn't hesitate to take out a dollar to pay my fare!
Before that, I always thought that I was worthy of the title of "engineer of human soul" in character, virtue and personality. Only then did I realize how ridiculous and despicable this idea was! When the old man calls for a car, don't I just care about myself and don't want to stop? Didn't I hate the old man when he sat next to me? Analyzing my complacency, I have no sympathy or pity. I am just glad that I am out of the "peasant class". I am indifferent to the fate of working people who have only the obligation of dedication but no rights-working people like my father!
Before that, I always thought that the social status quo was gold appreciation, emotional devaluation and the world was getting worse and worse. Therefore, sometimes when disabled people beg along the street or children who are out of school bow down for help, when they take out a few cents, they suddenly think: Maybe this is a liar. Instead of thinking: I gave him this money. If he is really in trouble, it will be a help to him. If he hadn't got into trouble, it would be the best thing in the world. So, the money was put back in the pocket.