For dreams, all kinds of legends are indispensable, both ancient and modern, and in China and abroad.

For example, the Dream of Huangliang, and the various analysis of dreams by the ancients, OK, to put it another way, the most popular "Dream Interpretation of Zhou Gong".

As for foreign examples, there are many. There are countless stories like "I'm a common Chinese and foreign country" who have a strange dream and then gave birth to a great man.

Although many people disagree with the words of dream analysis, more people still have no doubts about it.

Even many famous scientists and scientists are very interested in dreams and devote a lot of energy to conduct related research on them.

Especially after entering the present and being linked to the relevant content of psychology, it seems that there is a very scientific explanation for people's dreams.

However, people have different opinions and there is still a lack of practical evidence for these things, but this does not hinder people's pursuit of this research.

I often hear people happily say, "Oh, I dreamed last night that I was so happy to have fun with a bunch of children. Whatever I did, and what I did in the end."

But when someone tells him or she dreams that a child means you are about to encounter a villain, I'm afraid no one will remain indifferent to it!

If you really feel that you are blocking the way because of something, you may be surprised or suddenly realize the reality reflected in the dream.

From then on, I believed in "Dream Interpretation of Zhou Gong" and other things.

Some people may think that this happened by chance and did not represent anything, and criticized this feudal superstition.

This is true, because to use a sentence that often says by a blind man who sets up a stall to tell fortunes on the street: If you believe, you will be effective; if you don’t believe, you will be without it.

No matter what, Wang Yong also has his own opinion on the analysis of dreams. He recognizes the simple truth of thinking about something on the day and dreaming about something on the night.

But he also believes that the explanation for certain special dreams, such as premonitional dreams, is incomprehensible.

Maybe, dreams can really help the gods. In the dark, those who are protected by gods will let you go through dreams.

After thinking about the memories and thoughts about last night's dream for the morning, Wang Yong felt that it was no big deal.

After calming down and thinking, he felt that this should be because his subconscious mind was free from some thoughts.

This may be an regret of your past or an exaggerated reaction to some experience in reality. Whether it is living in a "chicken nest", or whether it is a good thing that wants to show everyone's respect and envy through the "25th Five-Year Plan", it must have had such thoughts and experiences in reality.

Because of his confusion, Wang Yong was very absent-minded while eating, which made his godfather and his wife keep laughing at him and poking the fried dough sticks into the nose.

Wang Yong did not tell anyone yesterday's dream that he felt that all the consequences related to this matter should be borne by himself. What's more, he believed that he had the ability to change something he wanted to change.

Maybe he may not believe it if a man conquers nature.

No one has seen this thing before, and his understanding of the sky is very different. I have personal opinions and understandings.

But Wang Yong believed that this time still had some unknown force controlling all this in the dark.

This kind of power may be morality, law, or tradition, or some ancient customs and habits. In short, he thinks that people should be in awe, so that they can lose their direction, lose themselves in this world, and fall into the abyss.

If you can't figure it out, don't think about it. There are many smart people in the world. For things that you don't understand, let those smart people study thoroughly. You just need to wait quietly. Just wait for the answer to the mystery to be revealed.

When Wang Yong was lying on the sofa, he seemed to sleep but not sleep, and seemed to wake but not wake up, a roar came into his ears.

“Doududududu…”

As soon as he heard this, Wang Yong knew the sound of his three-horse cart. The sound of its diesel engine was so unforgettable.

This kind of loud voice that has been heard since childhood is probably of great significance to every child living in the countryside, especially those born in the 1980s.

I remember that the first three-wheeled motor vehicle in Banshan Village was bought by the old man’s house opposite the second master’s house.

It was the early nineties.

As for the 990s, Wang Yong couldn't remember the Qing Dynasty. It must be when he was in elementary school that the uncle from the old man who originally worked in carpentry (a generational name in the village, the youngest man of his generation) suddenly bought this thing.

Wang Yong remembers it very clearly that it was a small tricycle with eight horsepower "Golden Frog". In rural areas, people are more accustomed to calling it a Sanmazi car or a Sanbongzi.

Compared with the four-wheel tractor that appeared earlier, this kind of motor vehicle is not just as simple as one wheel missing.

In Wang Yong's impression, the biggest difference between them is that tricycles seem to run much faster than tractors!

"Wang Yong, come out quickly, I'll send you sweet potatoes."

The little boy's whirring voice made Wang Yong completely return to his soul. He looked out the window resentfully, and stood up reluctantly, preparing to go outside the door to see what this bastard who disturbed him pursuing the art of sleep was doing.

When Wang Yong saw the newly produced Sanmai behind the little girl, which was a huge three-wheeled car (that is a three-wheeled car) that was full of sweet potatoes in the middle of the mountain village, which was said to be compared to the first generation of Sanmai in the old uncle's family. He immediately understood.

This is here to give myself sweet potatoes!

Yesterday, because my wife didn't eat enough sweet potatoes and wanted to eat something that she thought was extremely delicious every day, Wang Yong called the little girl and asked him to get some sweet potatoes.

The little boy replied with certainty that he would definitely deliver it to him at home this afternoon at the latest. But unexpectedly, this morning, the kid came here with a truck of sweet potatoes.

No wonder this car that pulls sweet potatoes came in smoothly without asking for instructions?

With the old classmate of Political Commissar Wang Yong (Director Wang) whom all the soldiers on duty who came here at least eight times a month, he must have been guided by the inspection and confirmed that there was no danger, so he didn't need to ask for instructions and let Wang Yong go directly.

"Hurry up and come here to unload the truck. People are still waiting to go back! You think they are like you, doing nothing all day!"

The little boy saw Wang Yong standing at the gate and staring at the truck of sweet potatoes in a daze, and shouted loudly.

He, Fatty and Dawei will never miss this opportunity to scold Wang Yong openly and reasonably.

"You're so anxious! I just took these few frames of things in less than ten minutes."

Wang Yong said as he walked to the next side of the Wuzhengpai Sanmazi cart. The driver had opened the baffle and stood on the bus.

As the driver was surprised and couldn't stop, Wang Yong really carried two large baskets filled with sweet potatoes, one by one, which were more than 100 kilograms, and seemed to be carrying them into the yard with ease.

"Stop looking, this is Wang Yong. He is just a monster! Unlike normal people, they are silicon-based creatures like Transformers, and they are extremely powerful and are just small kisses."

After hearing the words of Xiao Zaier, the big boss, who is said to be the number one real estate businessman in the county, the driver of the Sanmazi Cart showed a very ugly smile, and I don’t know how to take the matter.

With the cooperation of the four drivers, it was really within a few minutes that Wang Yong unloaded all the six baskets of sweet potatoes on the Sanmazi cart and placed them neatly in the yard.

"Xiao Gao, you go back first and tell your boss that I am very satisfied. If the person in front of you is also satisfied, I will cover all the sweet potatoes in your place."

"Okay, I will tell you. Then Mr. Meng, I'll go back first."

"Hey, how can this work? Go into the house and drink some water, smoke a cigarette, and warm it up for a while before leaving!"

Wang Yong, who had just moved the last two baskets of sweet potatoes, quickly asked to keep them, and delivered the goods to the door. Although he had the face of the little one and paid for it, he got up and the second brother came to him early in the morning to deliver them to him in the cold wind. How could he let him leave without treating him?

Unfortunately, the driver said that there was still work in the venue and insisted on leaving. There was no way, so Wang Yong turned around and went home to take some super vegetables produced in his own field and took them back to the driver.

Nowadays, the super vegetables in Banshan Village are truly famous at home and abroad. All foodies around the world are recognized as good ingredients. How many big hotels are sought and bosses who want to buy and buy?

It would be perfect to use this thing as a thank-you gift! Just look at the expression of the driver in front of you. They were excited and didn't know what to do. They took it tremblingly, and kept expressing their gratitude, without a word of humility.

After saying goodbye to the three carriage and its driver excitedly, Wang Yong turned his head to look at the little boy, wondering why he was so idle today and actually led the way to him.

"Okay, I have to go to the chicken farm to check it out. I'll eat it here at noon and make me some hard dishes!"

The little boy who consciously helped Wang Yong was very rude. He said carelessly without the consciousness of a customer, turned around and got on his newly bought Mercedes-Benz, turned around and left.

Wang Yong, who was puzzled and had no explanation, raised his middle finger high at the Mercedes-Benz that was leaving.

How many hard dishes are made? It’s so beautiful! I’ll make you a sweet potato meal for you at noon today.

What are sweet potato porridge, fried sweet potatoes, and sweet potatoes? It seems that I can only make these three dishes about sweet potatoes, if it is not considered to be sautéed!

I just don’t know what the little girl looks like after seeing the meal she prepared for him? I’m really looking forward to it! (To be continued...)

ps: There is a power outage again, so I’m uploading it in advance!
Chapter completed!