After filling up a cart, two large bamboo baskets were hung at the back. The village woman, Zhou Jiao, boldly and confidently moved from village to village, collecting things.
Reaching the end of her journey, she looked at the provincial road ahead.
Zhou Jiao gestured to her son whether to go forward or backward, and seeing his big eyes blinking at her, she pointed forward—play, and backward—daddy.
The child immediately pointed backward.
This made Zhou Jiao burst into laughter, kissing him several times.
The next day, Zhang Guoqing went to work, and Zhou Jiao once again drove the sidecar motorcycle out of the county.
Seeing the intersection ahead, she pulled over and communicated with her son in her arms.
She pointed in the direction of the provincial city, softly saying "play, eat," while gesturing, making the child repeatedly shake his head.
Sigh...it wasn't just the child; she also lost interest in heading that way again and again.
