The tractor was driving on the road with a slamming clang, and Yang Shubao felt like he was returning to his youth.

At that time, "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" was popular. He remembered that the men in the village envied Lu Bu and envied him for having a good mount, but Xiao Yang was disdainful of this. Does Lu Bu have a tractor?

In his teenager's mind, a tractor is the best mount for men. It is strong and resistant to grass, simple and easy to repair, and does not require maintenance. It can carry people, carry goods, and make money.

As he changed from a teenager to an adult, he began to envy Lu Bu. He had two mounts, but the tractor could not be ridden.

He was sighing that the tractor drove to the intersection where he left the town, and then someone waved at him.

It was Nicole who waved her hand. She wore a simple printed dress today, her soft blonde hair was combed into two braids and hung behind her head. When the wind blew the flowers on the skirt, she would shake her head, and the two braids would shake.

In addition, she was holding the dog in her hand, and the dog's tail was also shaking.

Seeing this, Uncle Yang asked, "Hey, what are you doing?"

The old hero glanced at him and said, "Nicole is going to Hluhluwe, but I still have something to do today and can't go with her."

Uncle Yang immediately patted the tire cover of the tractor and said, "Get in the car, I'll take you there!"

The old hero looked at the tractor and said, "Your tone made me think you were driving a sports car."

Yang Shubao said: "It's still a convertible."

Nicole giggled. She was not picky and really sat up, while Hua Jin lay under Uncle Yang's feet.

The old hero shrugged and said, "Okay, I'll hand her over to you."

"Don't worry, I will treat her well." Uncle Yang said casually.

The old hero suddenly became furious: "This is not in the church, I am talking to you seriously! Protect her! Don't let her down her trust in you!"

Nicole shook ridiculously, waved her small fist and hit Lao Yang on the shoulder.

The tractor drove away, and the old hero watched them leave, and suddenly felt a little sad.

He vaguely felt something was beginning to happen.

The car drove towards Hluhluwe, and a group of people who wanted to ride a ride appeared on the side of the road. These people looked like homeless people, with messy hair and dirty bodies. They probably were planning to go into the city to search for food.

However, the homeless people are very polite, which is also a social culture in South Africa. Many homeless people are educated young people. After they are unemployed, they become homeless people.

Unless there is a car, Yang Shubao doesn't mind, but there is a beautiful girl in the car. He doesn't want to stop the car because he is afraid something will happen.

As a result, a homeless man knew Nicole, and both sides greeted each other. In this way, there was no way, Yang Shubao allowed the homeless man to get on the car.

Nicole explained: "They took my grandpa's car. Although they looked rude, they were actually good people and kind inside."

Yang Shubao nodded. Being able to pass the review of the old hero means that this group of homeless men is indeed not bad.

A young man was interested in a tractor. After getting his permission, he sat on the wheel cover on the other side and observed curiously: "Driving this car seems to be easier than driving a car?"

"Yes, look, there are very few gears, this is clutch, this is brake."

"Then your car is cheaper, right? I can't afford a sedan, but I think there is a car, maybe your car is more suitable, it should be very capable of working. If I have such a car, I can drive it to the whole country."

Yang Shubao thought that if he wanted to say that there was such a car, he would not have to wander. Unexpectedly, he would still wander around the topic at the end, so he asked, "Why don't you want to find a job to stabilize?"

The young man shook his head: "No, I don't look for a job, that's too tiring. If it's not free, there will be discrimination in work, and there will be no discrimination in wandering. Mr. Mandela finally won freedom and equality for us black people, and I can't waste his efforts."

"Wandering is considered freedom?" Old Yang was surprised.

The black young man said seriously: "Of course, are you a foreigner? You don't know what South Africa looked like before. Black people didn't have freedom. It was a crime to engage in a job that whites like, and it was a crime to not work. Living in a certain place was a crime, and living in a place was a crime. I didn't work and wander. I used to commit crimes and now I don't commit crimes. This is freedom."

After hearing this, Yang Shubao understood a little why the black regime desperately attacked the white class after it came to power. Social conflicts in South Africa are difficult to resolve, so in the final analysis, socialism is better.

After arriving at the small city, people started getting off the car one after another, and they didn't need Lao Yang to stop and jump down.

The young man who learned to drive a tractor from him kindly reminded him: "You can't travel like this, you can hang a gun on the front of the car, and be careful of being robbed by some bastards."

Uncle Yang smiled and nodded: "Okay, thank you."

In fact, he was ready to go out before he left, with a pistol on his waist.

This time he went to the city, he wanted to buy a lot of things, including plywood, color steel tiles, some crop seeds and small animals. If he could, he would also want to buy a set of solar energy. It would be inconvenient to go to a fast restaurant every time he took a shower.

Nicole served as a guide for him, took him to the mall to buy water heaters and solar energy, went to the agricultural product supermarket to buy grain and vegetable seeds, and also went to the expiration supermarket to transport a large piece of frozen meat.

The weather was hot, and Nicole was already sweating all the way through the sun. Old Yang felt sorry for her and asked her to have a cold drink to rest.

He specially found a drink shop that looked very high-end, atmospheric and high-end. The air conditioning was very open. There were not many customers in the elegantly decorated room, and only the leisurely melody of the piano music was beating.

Uncle Yang sat down and opened the menu and looked. He didn't look in. The quotation of juice outside was 168,188,288!

Ni tapped him with her toes, and then whispered: "It's so expensive. This is the place to collect IQ tax. Let's run quietly."

After hearing the girl say this, Lao Yang suddenly felt relieved. He smiled and said, "It's okay, I can afford it."

Nicole whispered: "I can afford to drink too, but why waste money? It's better to save some saplings."

They missed the best time to leave, and a waiter with a bow tie came over with a smile.

Seeing this, Yang Shubao said helplessly: "There is no way out."

Nicole raised her left eyebrow and showed a weird smile. Then she raised her head and changed her expression. Her two small fists were clenched tightly. Her body trembled slightly, as if she was suppressing sadness, and said in a tone of resentment: "So? I'm making unreasonable? Don't you know why I became like this?"

Uncle Yang was stunned and subconsciously showed a confused expression.

Nicole stuffed the menu in front of him and picked up his small bag and ran out, wiping his tears while running.

The waiter happened to come over, and Yang Shubao looked at him with a blank expression. He shrugged sympathetically and said, "Go and coax him, women can coax you."

Uncle Yang chased out of the beverage shop, and Nicole ran all the way to the cold drink window of a McDonald's on the street before stopping. When she turned her head, she had a bright smile on her face.
Chapter completed!