"Uncle, be careful when driving, goodbye uncle!"

The crisp voice of children rang beside National Highway 205.

A large Isuzu truck carrying logs was started, and a gust of blue smoke came out of the jet, driving towards the distance.

"Bon Voyage!"

Lu Ye stood by the roadside and shouted again before retracting his waving arm, slapping the yellow dust in front of him that was swept up by the Isuzu truck, turned around and got off the national highway, and walked to a rice field not far away.

The autumn harvest is early, and the fields on both sides of the national highway are mostly dense rhizomes left by the sickle cuts the straw. Lu Ye had already come over to burn a piece of hard black and gray ground with the dry straw pulled from the side.

There was a semi-old plastic-shelled thermos on the ground. It was filled with water from Lu Ye at home in front. He reached out and slipped over and saw that the boiling water in the thermos was empty.

"Next time I should build a stove here and bring water to boil."

Bomb-

Just as Lu Ye put down the thermos, a harsh sound of car horns rang on the road of National Highway 205, and a large truck with a 4-round light with a three-ringed van stopped.

"Hi, yazi, is there hot water?"

A middle-aged man with a beard poked out from the driver's seat, holding a thermos in his hand, pointing to a wooden board standing on the ridge of the roadside, and asked in Mandarin with a heavy accent.

Lu Ye couldn't hear where the other party's accent was, so he just waved his arms and replied loudly: "No, no, thank you!"

The unshaven middle-aged man shook the thermos cup in his hand, raised his head and poured the remaining tea water in the cup into his mouth, spit out a tea residue, lit another cigarette, and slowly started the triangular truck and left.

Seeing the large three-ring truck leaving, Lu Ye walked to the ridge of the field beside the national highway without regard for the dust rolled up by the truck.

On the ridge of the field was a wooden board that was about the same height as Luye. This was prepared when he came to burn the rice fields. There were three big words written by Luye on it with black charcoal - hot boiled water.

This is the first step Lu Ye thought of in recent days, selling hot boiled water to passing truck drivers.

Lu Ye’s family is not far from National Highway 205, but not close. The straight line is about 1.5 kilometers. At his current age, it is not easy to carry a thermos bottle filled with water weighing about four or five kilograms.

With his current age, he has not many choices to make with the geographical advantages and the cheapest resources he can mobilize.

Lu Ye stayed by the national highway for several hours, but it was not that all cars would stop. There were about four or five of the dozens of large trucks that would slow down and take a look at it, but only one or two were stopped.

That's enough.

Hanx County is located at the junction of Fujian, Zhejiang and Jiangxi provinces, with one county and three provinces connected to each other. It is known as "the key to the southeast, entering the throat of Fujian".

Although it is not the first level of entry into Fujian like in ancient times, and even the development has been far behind the surrounding areas in the next few decades, there are no expressways and there are not many railway trunk lines in Fujian Province. This one starts from Shanhaiguan and ends at National Highway 205 in Pengcheng. It is normal to have hundreds of trucks traveling around a day.

The section of the national highway where Lu Ye is located feels like he is not in front of the village or the shop behind him.

The towns that pass by in Fujian Province and Hanx County are dozens of kilometers away from here, and the Yangxin Town is also more than ten miles behind. In addition, there are many curves, large longitudinal slopes, and difficult to move around. Trucks spend a lot of time on the road.

Although most national highways have gas stations every few dozen kilometers, this is not the later highway service area, and the infrastructure cannot keep up, and there is no free boiling water available everywhere.

Although there are some small village shops along the way, if the car breaks down or you really can't stand it, there are few freight drivers who will stop.

These days, there are no more people than later generations. Vehicle bandits and road tyrants everywhere are rampant. Truck drivers who run long-distance transportation have money in their pockets and goods on their cars, so they are very careful. If you really want to choose to add water, eat, rest, etc., you will try to get a familiar store you have dealt with.

For long-distance truck drivers, hot water and strong tea are indispensable. In later generations, trucks were basically driven in a row with two or three people, not to mention the current 1990s.

It's the cold winter weather again, and the wet and cold south are penetrated by the bones. It's so comfortable to have a mouthful of hot water and hot tea to refresh your mind.

The national highway where Lu Ye is located is located, with blocky rice fields on the edge, with a flat terrain and a wide view.

The vehicle passing by can see a sign of "hot water" standing on the side of the road from a distance, and a 18 or 9-year-old child was carrying two thermoses. Not to mention the others, at least you don't have to worry about the safety of broad daylight.

With such a broad vision, someone really stopped the car, and at least he had time to get back into the car and leave.

The driver passing by was cautious and would not stop at all. Some people noticed that Lu Ye had a sign standing, and were afraid that the hot water would not be clean. They even saw Lu Ye, a child standing by the roadside, and were worried that he would drug him in the hot water.

In an era of mixed dragons and snakes, nothing can be said.

Lu Ye didn't care about this. Everything was difficult at the beginning, and it was normal, so he treated it as a screening customer.

The position he stood at is not bad. In the next few years, there was a clever way to open up the relationship between the national highway. First, he contracted the land, then built a shed, made a few water-added spots and small fried shops, and then he built a bunch of houses while the requirements for rural homesteads were not so strict.

Lu Ye is not sure how much money he earns, but there is naturally a reason why he can get up here.

Lu Ye added hot water to a water cup, which charged 20 cents. This price is actually not low based on the current price.

But since the cars have stopped, these truck masters will always ask. There is a truck driver who has a big water cup. After pouring a large glass of water, he was generous and gave him one.

From this we can also see that truck drivers in the 1990s worked really hard and had high risks, but they did make money.

He pushed down the wooden board with "hot boiled water" and in the field, Lu Ye covered it with some dry straw, walked to a cluster of straw piles next to the thermos bottle and found a few paper money.

There are two loess-colored "one-cent" banknotes, one green "two-cent" banknotes, one purple "wow-cent" and one red "one-yuan" in the avatars of female young compatriots.

"It's great to sell more than two liters of hot water for one yuan."

Twisting the banknotes in his hand, Lu Ye licked his slightly chapped lips, and a smile appeared on his slightly dark face.

The water in a kettle is about two liters or less than three liters. It only sold four people, but the income is only 1.9 yuan, which is beyond Lu Ye's expectations.

He originally thought it would be good to sell it for one dollar, and even wanted the driver who passed by would not pay at all, but the result was almost doubled compared to expectations.

One-9, this is not enough to buy a bottle of Coke in later generations, but in today's era, the purchasing power is still quite considerable.

You can buy several kilograms of rice from the south, and you can buy 10 or 20 steamed buns from the north.

In the past 1992 years, the per capita income of farmers nationwide was only more than 800 yuan, and the per capita income in some areas was as low as only 300 to 400 yuan.

This is still per capita. The data in front of such a big killer is quite good, but it is even more miserable when it is put in specific places and families.

Lu Ye estimated that his family's annual income may only be a thousand yuan for his parents, but it may not be enough.

The food can be solved by eating it at home, including rice, vegetables, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and some meat, relationships, and other expenses, and those who are tight all year round are still not much money left.

Debt is the norm, and it is also the norm to work in the city to make children become left-behind children. Before 1999, a big incident occurred in Fengcheng, Ganzhou next door.

The suffering of farmers is endless.

"Go home and go home."

Lu Ye pulled out of the excitement and sigh of the first money he earned after his rebirth. He looked up at the sky. It was already evening. The fire clouds on the west were bright red, and the setting sun shone on his body, making it bright and warm.

He picked up the empty thermos, felt inexplicably open, and sang a few strange tunes in his childish voice.
Chapter completed!