Letter 77, Jiang Jun came

  The market in the town is held once every seven days, it's very lively. Either Tian Ma Chun or Tian Biao would ride a bicycle with Che Ge Bao or Lu Lu sitting in front and her sitting at the back to go to the town. Every time they come back, they would bring several pieces of fruit candy or a small bag of sweet maltose.

  Tian Ma Chun has already ridden the bicycle. At this age, his balance is not very good, and he rides on the bike with a wobbly motion, making the villagers laugh until they are out of breath.

  "Uncle Tian, you're getting old, hurry up and come down. Look back, you've damaged the rickshaw, how are people supposed to get back?"

  "Grandpa, first use one foot to push the ground and push the car forward. When the car is balanced, you can put your foot on it and ride slowly. Hold the handlebars tightly and don't turn corners randomly." Tianyuan couldn't help but remind him with a sentence, also following alongside and laughing. At that time, bicycles were very expensive, but later on, motorcycles, power-assisted bicycles, and electric bicycles came out one after another, and bicycles gradually became obsolete. By the 21st century, in this village, there would always be several wealthy families who could afford to buy small cars.

  Tian Mu Chun did as Tian Wei said, and although he still couldn't grasp it smoothly, at least he was able to ride the bike for over ten meters with a wobbly motion. His old face lit up with excitement like a blooming flower, "Wei Wei, it really works! You actually know how to ride, looks like all that studying wasn't in vain!"

  "This book doesn't have it, your granddaughter is really smart, she understands all this." The mailman smiled and looked at Tianyuan, "How did you know?"

  "I went to the county town and saw that people rode like this before they got on, so I told Grandpa, and unexpectedly, it was really like that." Tianyuan smiled, if she were a bit taller, she would ride too, even now letting her drive a small car would be fine.

  Tian Ma Chun stopped and pulled the cart back to give it to the mailman with a smile. "As I said, it's indeed much more convenient now. With this thing carrying stuff out, it's really easy."

  "No way, otherwise, what's the point of inventing bicycles? It's because they don't have money. If they had money, those small cars in the county town would be comfortable, not afraid of wind and sun, that's enjoyment." The postman responded, looked up at the sky, bid farewell to the villagers and continued his work, heading to another village to deliver mail.

  The people in the field stopped what they were doing and looked at Tian Ma Chun, "Uncle Tian's family, you are the first person in our village to ride a bicycle. Tell us, how does it feel? Is it really as good as the postal worker said?"

  "Isn't it convenient? It's so easy to use and even faster than walking. If only I could buy one of these bicycles, that would be great!" Tian Ma Chun looked at the postman's receding back with a lingering gaze and chuckled, "But this thing, isn't something we can ride either."

  "Grandpa, this car is expensive now, but it won't be long before it becomes cheaper." Tianyuan smiled and comforted him, then casually threw the letter and package onto the cut grass that Tianbiao had prepared, and walked into the fields.

  Zhao Qiuxiang walked over, picked up the package and pinched it, shook it, and asked, "Yuanyuan, aren't you going to open it and see what's inside? I heard your second uncle say that the Jiang Jun family is rich now, they shouldn't have sent some money for Mid-Autumn Festival for you to spend?"

  "Yuan Yuan, hurry up and open it to take a look. Who knows, maybe he really did send money!" Tian Gui thought this made sense and nodded in agreement, so the package was about to be opened.