The three cars left the village entrance one after another. After filling up at the gas station, they entered the ring highway from the east of the city and headed south to Shizhou City.
After a long journey of five hours, Jiang Cheng and the others finally got off the highway and arrived at the downtown area of Shizhou. They found a local restaurant and had lunch, then hurried on their way again.
On the way to Tianjing Village from Shizhou, Jiang Cheng filled up the car again. However, he felt that there was something wrong with the gas. It did not seem to be pure 97. Maybe it was 93 gasoline that was sold as 97 gasoline. However, there was no other way. It seemed that all three cars would have to be insured when they returned.
After filling up the gas, the motorcade moved on again. After leaving the city, Jiang Cheng clearly found that the road had changed. The flat cement road was gone, and it was full of potholes. The chassis of the Porsche was too low, so Jiang Cheng had to slow down. He asked, "Mu Han, why is the road in Shizhou so bad? Did the village not repair it?"
"The village has already received money to repair the road. Every household has paid, and it is calculated according to the number of people. There are three people in my family, and we paid 3,000 yuan. However, the money has been paid for three years, and the road has not been repaired," Mu Linglan replied.
Jiang Cheng slammed the steering wheel and said angrily, "I think it has been swallowed by others again. These township leaders are all the same. They eat and drink all day long and do nothing. They only think about taking advantage of the village."
After hearing this, Mu Linglan and Mu Han could only lower their heads and say nothing. After all, even if they knew about these things, there was nothing they could do. Everyone in Tianjing Village knew what kind of people the mayor and the secretary of the party committee were, but no one could do anything about them.
Because the road was so bad, Jiang Cheng could only drive at a speed of 30 kilometers per hour. Zheng Xiaohu, who was behind him, was excited. He had been ahead of Jiang Cheng's Porsche all the way. Now, seeing Jiang Cheng slowly turning on the road to avoid the potholes, Zheng Xiaohu stepped on the accelerator and overtook the Porsche, becoming the leader.
When Jiang Cheng saw Zheng Xiaohu's arrogant face, he was so angry that he stamped his feet. He thought that if he had known this would happen, he would have driven an Audi. He did not dare to speed up the low-floor Porsche. If it was damaged, Mino would make trouble for him.
Zhang Jian, who was behind them, was quite leisurely. The chassis of his BMW 523 was a little higher than the Porsche, so he was not afraid of bumping it on this road. However, he did not overtake Jiang Cheng's car, so he just followed slowly behind.
After a two-hour drive, Jiang Cheng and others finally arrived at Tianjing Village, which was located on the high mountain. It was called a village, but in fact, there was only a cement street less than 200 meters long. The houses were still some old houses, and the shops on the whole street were also in a mess. A shop selling electrical appliances was still playing a high-pitched broadcast on the street: To buy electrical appliances, go to Qinglong Electrical Appliances Shop, only 558 yuan, take home high-definition color TV …
Under the guidance of Mu Han, Jiang Cheng crossed the less than 200 meters street and drove on the bumpy dirt road again. This time, they didn't go far. After about ten kilometers, they finally arrived at Mu Han's hometown, Mushan Village. It was called a village, but in fact, there were only about 20 families. The other families lived scattered in the mountains, so Mushan Village was also called Mushan Group, because the population was only the number of a group.
The villagers were busy with farm work in the fields at the entrance of the village. Seeing three cars coming to the village entrance, they all stopped their farm work and looked at them.
Under the guidance of Mu Han, Jiang Cheng parked the car at the threshing ground at the entrance of the village. Zheng Xiaohu and Zhang Jian also got out of the car, and then immediately took out all kinds of temporary gifts from the trunk. The gifts were also called by Jiang Cheng last night, and most of them were supplements. Later, at the request of his father, they bought more than a dozen barrels of golden arowana blended oil, saying that they would bring it to the villagers.
Mu Linglan got out of the car and said goodbye to Jiang Cheng and went back to her home. Jiang Cheng and others carried two barrels of oil in their hands and followed Mu Han to her home. When they arrived at her home, Jiang Cheng found that Mu Han's home was actually a simple brick house. The roof was covered with tiles. Not far away, there was a compartment made of wood. From the smell in the air, Jiang Cheng guessed that it should be the toilet.
"Dad, Mom, I'm back!"
Mu Han rushed into the door of her home with two bags of supplements. As soon as she arrived at the door, she saw a woman with a sallow face coming out of the house. Seeing Mu Han standing in front of her, she hurriedly shouted, "Girl, why are you back? Why didn't you send us a message after you were gone for so long? We were so worried about you two."
Mu Han couldn't help crying when she saw her mother. She had suffered so much in Jiangnan City. She was locked up in a small, dark room without any food and had to be beaten. She lived in fear. At that time, she really wanted to die. If it weren't for Jiang Cheng, she didn't know when she would be locked up. Now that she returned home and saw her family, she couldn't help crying again.
He Xilan also burst into tears as she held her daughter. Since she went out with Xiao Ling in the village, they hadn't called back. Her family was so anxious that they even planned to go to Jiangnan City to find them.
"Sister-in-law, is Mu Mingcheng at home?"
He Xilan was holding her daughter and crying. Suddenly, she heard someone call her sister-in-law. She couldn't help but let go of her daughter. Only then did she find that there were several people standing at the door. Judging by their clothes, she knew that they were from the city.
He Xilan asked doubtfully, "Brother? Who are you? Why are you looking for my husband? "
Mu Han hurriedly pulled her mother and said, "Mom, I forgot to introduce you. This is Uncle Jiang, who Dad often mentioned before. This is Uncle Jiang's lover. This is his son, Jiang Cheng. These two are Brother Jiang's good friends, Brother Zheng and Brother Zhang."
He Xilan hurriedly greeted everyone and said, "It turns out that Big Ming's sworn brother is here. Please come in and have a seat. Big Ming is working on the mountain. I'll call him back now. Girl, tell your uncle to sit down and pour them water. I'll call your father back."
After saying that, He Xilan went out to call people. Mu Han hurriedly invited everyone into her house. Because the house was a little small, Jiang Cheng and the others simply took a bench and sat directly in front of Mu Han's house. They didn't bother Mu Han to pour water for them. Zheng Xiaohu ran back to the car and took out a bottle of Nongfu Spring mineral water. He gave one bottle to each of them.
Jiang Cheng looked at the poor rural mountainous area and found that the fields here were basically terraced, layer by layer. The mountains in the distance were lush with greenery, and there were many towering trees. The entire mountainous area exuded a sense of primitive beauty.
Jiang Zhiguo looked at the small mountain village where he had lived for five years, and his heart was full of thoughts. Since returning to the city, he had married Hu Xiulan under the arrangement of his parents and had a child. Since then, he had never come to this poor mountain village again. After a few decades, Jiang Zhiguo couldn't help but be touched by the scenery, and tears glistened in his eyes.
"Brother Zhiguo, is it really you?"
When Jiang Zhiguo was recalling the past, he suddenly heard someone calling him. He couldn't help but look up and saw an old man standing at the corner of the house. He had white hair, dark skin, and wrinkles that were deeper than his own. Tears couldn't help but flow down.
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