"Can you take me there?"

Sicui looked at Gu Siwei with her big eyes open, a look of expectation on her face.

Gu Siwei thought for a moment and smiled and said: "Forget it this time, wait until next time. I will take you there next time when Qiao Yitong comes by bicycle. It is inconvenient to have two legs now."

Sicui was a little disappointed and hummed softly.

Gu Siwei looked at this girl, his heart softened for no reason, and he opened his mouth and asked: "Do you really want to go?"

"Well, I want to go and see an old man on the way," Sicui said.

Lao Daddy is a dialect, which means grandpa.

Gu Siwei was a little confused and asked casually: "What are you looking at?"

"I want to see the electric light and the tall building you mentioned. I heard that the tallest building makes your hat fall off if you stand underneath it and look up. Also, I want to see if water comes out when you twist it.

What kind of water..."

Sicui clapped her fingers as she spoke, as if she was talking about something extraordinary.

"I mean daddy, which daddy?" Gu Siwei was a little stunned.

Sicui said: "When my grandma was here, she often took me to visit relatives, and I stayed at his house every time."

This girl Ji En, Gu Siwei likes this character very much and thinks she is similar to herself.

"Didn't you go there last time when you were watching a movie?" Gu Siwei remembered that this girl had been there.

Sicui said: "It was night when we arrived, and we came back overnight and saw nothing but movies."

"That's okay, but I have to go...forget it."

Gu Siwei originally thought about borrowing an animal or something, but when he thought about what time it was, it was the busy time of farming, borrowing an animal? Borrowing someone, unless it was owned by Liu Fulin and Guo Shengshou.

Are there any of these two?

There is an egg.

There are a total of several animals in the village, and they belong to several families. Now it is spring plowing again. If you lend your animals, will they use manpower to pull the plow?

"Then pack up and let's set off," Gu Siwei said.

"real!"

Sicui's eyes lit up.

Gu Siwei lovingly reached out and tapped her on the head: "Of course it's true, otherwise, hurry up."

Sicui spread her legs and ran into the house. When she was waiting to come out, she put her large yellow military bag on her back and said, "Let's go."

"What did you bring?" Gu Siwei asked with a smile.

Sicui opened the bag and started counting: "The pancakes I haven't finished yet, and the meat sauce Sister Meiling made... give some to daddy when you see him."

"Okay, okay, you can give him everything in your bag when the time comes," Gu Siwei said with a smile.

"There must be enough for us to eat." Sicui nodded.

Gu Siwei paused for a moment, then went back into the house, rummaged through the room, and finally got a bag of things, so the two of them closed the door and set off towards the factory.

With the little girl, the space was naturally not available, so the two of them relied on their legs.

But the road didn't feel long, because the little girl always had endless questions to ask and endless introductions to wild vegetables and wild flowers. Most of them knew what they were called, but the little girl could explain them clearly.

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Spring is also the day when all kinds of wild vegetables are served, but eating wild vegetables alone is not enough. After all, it must be paired with some main ingredients, even stick noodles. Who can bear to eat wild vegetables alone.

After passing a few villages and reaching the third team, Sicui pulled Gu Siwei to the door of a house.

"Dad Zheng, Dad Zheng, I'm here to see you" Sicui shouted into the yard.

No one responded in the yard, but there was a response from the yard next to it.

The man looked up and saw a little girl standing at the door of the yard. After looking at it for a long time, he still didn't dare to recognize her. However, when he saw Gu Siwei, he guessed that Sicui was her.

"Are you Sicui?"

The eyes of the woman who spoke brightened a little: "Ah! The little girl is so tall that she is almost unrecognizable."

What was Sicui like in the past? Let’s put it this way, the difference between it and beggars is that she had a place to sleep at night, while beggars didn’t have a fixed residence. In the past, Sicui was as thin as a bamboo pole, but now Sicui is nutritious.

It's already up, and the originally dark skin is slowly turning a little rosy.

Not to mention, Sicui is now wearing new clothes. Not to mention anything else, just the red plastic hairband on her head makes the little girl of about the same age envious.

"Aunt Liang Wu!"

Sicui greeted the woman.

"Hey, you still know me, I hugged you when you were little," Aunt Liang said happily.

Gu Siwei smiled at Aunt Liang as a greeting.

Aunt Liang didn't take it seriously either, and didn't think there was anything impolite about Gu Siwei.

There was no way, Aunt Liang was usually a bit aggressive, but when facing Gu Siwei, she didn't have the courage.

There are two main reasons. One is that Gu Siwei is dressed so well and his whole body is neatly dressed, giving him a 'cadre' look. The other is that the news of Gu Siwei's last beating has spread throughout Shimo Village. For

Two hundred and fifty, everyone's moral requirements are definitely not high.

Gu Siwei didn't know what Aunt Liang was thinking, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

"Isn't Father Zheng at home?" Sicui asked.

Aunt Liang Wu said: "Wherever he is at home at this time, he is busy in the fields. If you want to find him, go to the back of the mountain in the south."

Aunt Liang pointed at Shan Liangzi and said.

"That's a pity. We can't see each other this time. My brother and I are going to the factory," Sicui said.

Aunt Liang Wu said: "Then just wait for him, he is probably too late to come back, and his little land will not take long."

Sicui shook his head: "We have to walk at night tonight."

As he was talking, an old voice suddenly came: "Who, who is at the door of my house?!"

Gu Siwei and Sicui turned their heads together and saw an old man carrying a hoe on the crooked dirt road at the foot of the hillside, walking towards them.

"Dad Zheng, Dad Zheng, I am Sicui." Sicui jumped happily and kept waving her hands.

When Gu Siwei saw Sicui's appearance, he couldn't help but feel curious. To be honest, Gu Siwei had never seen Sicui treat anyone so enthusiastically.

Oh, except Wu Meiling.

The old man seemed very happy to see Sicui. He quickened his pace and trotted to Sicui's side.

"This girl is enjoying herself".

After saying that, the old man said to Gu Siwei: "You are Mr. Gu, you are such a good man."

Gu Siwei smiled: "Sicui is my sister. It is my duty to take care of her. There is nothing wrong with me."

"hehe!"

The old man smiled, stretched out his hand and stroked Sicui's head gently: "If your grandma saw the life you are living now, she would definitely smile from ear to ear."

Sicui grinned.

Gu Siwei couldn't figure out for a while what the relationship between this old man and Sicui's grandmother was, but he had heard of Sicui's grandmother, a very resilient old lady. He learned from the villagers that this old lady was better than

Men generally live strong lives.

But it's a pity that the old lady left early. If the old lady didn't leave early, the Sicui family would most likely not be able to leave.

Of course, these are all nonsense, so don’t mention them.

"Go sit back in the house," Mr. Zheng said.

Gu Siwei took Sicui into the house.

The room is very dark, even if it is daytime and the light is bright, the room is still dark.

Houses like this are very common in rural areas. They are all old houses, and some may have been lived in for decades. The windows of the old houses are very small, so it is strange that they are not dark.

"Let's go to the yard to talk. It's too dark in here. Sicui, please help move a small chair."

Gu Siwei didn't pay attention yet, but when Gu Siwei saw the chairs that were brought out, he couldn't help but feel happy.

What the old man brought out was a bamboo stool, the kind with a small backrest. This kind of thing is very common in the countryside, but Gu Siwei has never seen such a small chair that can be made very exquisite.

The common small bamboo stools and small bamboo chairs look very rough, but these ones are different. There are no big bamboo strips at all, just thin bamboo strips. Each strip is about one-fifth or sixth of the thickness of chopsticks.

If there are areas that need to be strengthened, there will also be twisted bamboo strips.

This can no longer be called a stool. In Gu Siwei's eyes, it is simply a work of art.

To be honest, the last time I saw such good bamboo products, Gu Siwei saw an introduction to the works of an old bamboo weaving artist on TV decades later.

At that time, a simple bamboo chair by an old artist was priced at around 10,000 yuan. Gu Siwei liked it, but he was really reluctant to pay the money.

Now seeing such exquisite bamboo products again, Gu Siwei's memories were suddenly brought back.
To be continued...