#Heyuan Career Story#
Chapter Five: Sudden Rainstorms, People and Chickens Become Chickens in Soup.
Hello everyone, I am the village man Azen, I tell my entrepreneurial history at the feet of the beautiful rooster, welcome to continue to read the serial veteran rural entrepreneurship documentary novel "Sunflower Blossoms".
When the motorcycle traveled to the streets of Yirong Town, there were more pedestrians and cars on the road, and I asked my wife, who said that today was just the day of Yirong Street, and there were many people shopping, so the road conditions were more chaotic. I traveled carefully, circling around like a fish in the flow of traffic.
My wife pulled the corner of my coat behind me, leaned behind my ear and said loudly, "The shop in front of the bridge is from my cousin's house." She pointed forward with her right hand. I looked around her fingers and saw the shop, and I said, "Oh!"
When people and cars squeezed out of Yirong Street, the sky suddenly changed dramatically, and the original white clouds were also blown away by the wind, replaced by thick dark clouds, feeling heavy and stuffy, making the whole person breathless.
"It's going to rain!" The wife murmured.
"What about chickens?" I couldn't help but get worried.
"See if there are any raincoats for sale in the nearby shops, and go buy one to cover the cardboard box for the chickens." My wife quickly shot me.
I lifted the throttle to increase the amount of fuel, the car came up, and while driving, I observed whether there were department stores or motorcycle repairs in the shops on both sides.
The car drove fast, and the attention was on both sides, the car was a little shaky, and my wife felt the situation and immediately said to me: "You concentrate on driving, I will come to the side of the road to find a shop that sells raincoats."
I said, "Okay."
On the way encountered a few small shops, the parking wife to ask said that there is no raincoat for sale, umbrellas and buckets are there, I cried and laughed, on the motorcycle umbrella in a few minutes will be blown apart by the wind, not to mention the bucket will blow away at once.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the brushed rain curtain fell from the sky like countless arrows, hitting people with raw pain. The clothes were already wet, and the cold feeling penetrated into the skin through the clothes, and I couldn't help but shiver.
The wife said, "Shelter from the rain, shall we?" If you run down again, people will get cold, and the chickens in the back will also be drenched in rain, and it is inevitable that they will get sick when they go back. "
As soon as I thought about it, I pulled over and looked for a roof or a tree to shelter from the rain. These houses are all walled, there is no eaves for shelter from the rain, the trees are not seen, there are only a few bushes of bamboo, and it is unrealistic to hide from the rain. I had no choice but to continue to drive forward.
When the car was about to go to Fei'erling Village, it finally came across a car repair shop. We were all very happy, I pulled the car over, and my wife got out of the car and bought a one-piece double raincoat. After putting on the raincoat, my wife pulled the raincoat back to cover the cardboard box, and the chicken and we finally did not have to be drenched in the rain, nor did we have to worry about the cardboard box being wet and falling apart.
Because of the rain, there are fewer cars on the road, and there are even fewer pedestrians. We also slowed down, and did not dare to drive fast, because when we drove fast, the wind was strong, and the rain would charm the eyes. The clothes that had been wet before were not cold, but instead produced moisture, and the body had to expend energy to dry it, but the temperature on the surface of the body was insignificant for the wet clothes. My teeth were trembling and my body was shaking, and my wife hugged my waist tightly from behind, trying to warm me with her body heat. In fact, she was already frozen and shivering.
Neither of us spoke, and the car was pressed against the accelerator by me and habitually drove forward. Because even if you want to talk, the voice you speak is not clear in the rain.
There was a grunting sound in the abdomen, and the stomach began to starve again.
In the semi-enclosed space of the same raincoat, although the rain sounded outside, my wife still heard a strange noise in my abdomen.
She whispered in my ear, "Hungry?"
I turned my head to her and said, "It's all right, it's almost home."
"Would you blame me for giving all the bread to that grandmother?"
"How come, I still want to praise you for being kind!!"
My wife hugged my waist a little embarrassed, and her face was pressed against my not-so-thick back.
The couple was speechless all the way, but they could hear each other's heartbeats. The rain outside the raincoat is raining, and the raincoat falls on the raincoat to make a dense hitting sound of "pop, pop, pop..." By the time I got to Qingxi, the sky began to darken, and the temperature dropped a lot. Some of the houses on both sides have been lit up, and the lights burst from the windows of each house to the road surface, and then the street lights on both sides of the road are also brushed on, and when braked, the road is like two strings of white beads winding through the village. I also twisted the headlights on the motorcycle, and the beam of the headlights fanned onto the road.
When I arrived at Yaqian Village, I was closer to home, and my nervous heart was slowly put down along the way, so I added a little oil, just to rush home as soon as possible. I know that my wife's clothes are always wet, and I can change them when I get home to avoid a cold. Fortunately, there was no mistake on the road, and this old motorcycle was actually worried that it would break down on the road and drive all the way, which made me relieved that its quality was still leveraged. My duty is to protect my wife thoroughly, and I am relieved to be safe all the way. (To be continued) #创业 #
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