The middle-aged man glared at them hatefully and got in the car.

"Look, that old boy is probably right, but he has a guilty conscience!" Li Tugen smiled brightly, "Let's go, without further ado, get in the car quickly!"

Bang, bang, bang, the coin went into the coin box.

Li San had the most luggage. He did not sit in the back row with everyone else, but stood at the back door exit with two boxes placed between his legs. His feet were like a pair of pliers holding them tightly and not moving.

At the same time, he wrapped his arms around the pole, freeing his hands to eat two white-flour steamed buns bought from a roadside stall.

Now, no more than ten years later, no one will shout to stop and not be allowed to eat in the car. Because except the driver, everyone has a share, so the law does not punish everyone.

At this moment, the bus was like a mobile breakfast canteen, with the pungent smell of vinegar, the strange smell of leeks, and the thick meat buns floating inside the bus.

Seeing the dog-looking white-collar workers enjoying their meals one by one, the people from Lijia Village who had been restrained since getting into the car plucked up the courage to eat breakfast without any scruples.

"... When the virus came, it was not like today. You were not allowed to eat on the bus because it was easy to breed bacteria and viruses. And every day, the bus had to be sprayed with disinfectant several times, and the smell was weird.

Yes, it’s like pesticides that kill insects. It’s said to kill viruses. But in this way, there were still very few people taking public transportation during that period. Only, hey, those who couldn’t afford a car had to take public transportation... In addition,

On Saturdays and Sundays, if you dare to come out and take a bus, you will basically be treated the same as a chartered bus. Just like last time, if you had the courage to get on a random bus, hey, it is different from usual, not to mention more comfortable!"

"Why? Why are you uncomfortable?"

"You just came here, and you don't know how good these people are in Shanghai. In the past, it didn't matter which train you took in the city. These grandsons, bah, they all looked down on others and thought that country people were cheap.

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Li Tugen was frothing at the mouth and spoke in a loud voice, not caring at all that there were people from Shanghai in the car.

"Unexpectedly, something called SARS came over. This virus scared these grandsons. They all wore masks and sprayed pesticides. When they saw nothing, they still got in the car.

I continued to work as usual, looking at me with respect and fear, as if I were looking at a god. From then on, eh, I realized that these people are just a group of masters who bully the weak and fear the strong!"

After saying this, Li San clearly noticed some people in the car and glanced at Li Tugen intentionally or unintentionally, with a hint of unhappiness on his face.

"Little red guy!"

The person who cursed was the middle-aged man who had been teased by Li Tugen just now. He wanted to take revenge, so he kept murmuring the words "countryman", "migrant worker" and "little red guy".

Li Tugen was talking happily and did not care who was dissatisfied. He said carelessly: "So, don't look down on yourself. Don't think that because of them, you come from a poor country or a rural area, so you are born shorter than others.

I think they called us "country people", and they were right. But let me tell you, shit, it's all bullshit. In fact, they are country people just like us. I know why not!"

"Why?"

"Because there are two circles in the Shanghai Stock Exchange. The outer circle is where we just came. People like this like to look at people between the cracks in the door and look down on them. But they don't think about the innermost circle.

People who live in the urban area like to look down from the door beams and look down on everyone. They are arrogant and do not even admit that the people in the outer circle are Shanghai people, nor do they regard them as one of their own. They

Yeah, actually they are no different from us Shaanxi people."

"To put it bluntly, people from Shanghai are really not as good as us from Shaanxi. At least we treat our fellow villagers as our fellow villagers. It's better for them. They don't have to bully their own people, or draw a line, such as the inner three lines, the outer three lines, and define a city.

People, suburbanites, are noisy about who is poorer and who is richer, hey, you think it’s interesting or not, dog eats dog!”

Looking at the modern metropolis through the window, Li San raised her mouth.

In the past, when we talked about classes, we divided the peasant class, the bourgeoisie, and the proletariat, it was for revolution, for governing the country, and for ideals. Now we no longer take class and struggle as the key link, class consciousness is gone, and the class structure is upside down.

In the ascendant. The rich look down on the poor, and the urban look down on the rural. The difference between urban and rural areas becomes clear, and the urban and rural areas are in opposition. Is this what the martyrs sacrificed their lives and blood to fight for?

This country is the country of the Chinese; this city is the city of the Chinese. How can rural people not enjoy the prosperity of urbanization?

Why do we have to endure the ridicule of city people? Doesn’t the blood of farmers flow in the veins of the people in the city, and doesn’t the blood of the farmers grow up under the same blue sky and red flag as the people in the city?

Staring out the window, what passed by one by one was not only the Oriental Pearl Tower, which I had never seen before, but also the tall buildings on the left and right, which were equally exciting.

What's more, everywhere you look, there are high-rise buildings and residential buildings. Any one of them, placed in the small county town of Qinchuan, is a wonder on earth.

Even after three stops, the office buildings and commercial residential buildings with more than ten floors are still visible and cannot be exhausted.

Li San withdrew his burning eyes, raised his head, and looked at the roof of the car. He only thought of a sentence in a book of poems that was full of his grandfather's annotations. He couldn't help but recite the ballad in his box.

"There is Skeleton Mountain above and Babao Mountain below, three feet and three feet from the sky. People must lower their heads when passing by, and horses must lower their saddles when passing by."

"Then, I have to bow my head?"

Whispering, Li San subconsciously straightened his already tense waist, frowned solemnly, and swore resolutely in his heart.
Chapter completed!