It was getting dark too early, so they needed to enter the village early. The later the night, the more difficult and dangerous the mountain road would be.
It was past six o'clock, and the dim street lights were already on.
There are only street lights at every corner, and they are not as effective as reflective strips when facing rugged mountain roads.
Wenren Xiuyue looked melancholy, with three Land Cruisers in front of him, and sighed a few times: "Isn't the Bailong bun delicious? Such a big car can't be driven in, and it takes up space when parked on the roadside."
Zhang Jiali heard this and apologized hastily: "I'm sorry, this was an oversight on my part."
Rugged mountain roads are just a concept for her, so she chose the Land Cruiser, which has superior off-road performance. She didn't consider the crowded roads, which are also one of the characteristics of rugged roads.
For people born in the city, it is hard to imagine that there are still people living in a village that is inaccessible to vehicles.
"It's not your fault."
Lu Beifeng didn't blame Zhang Jiali. No one expected that the mountain road would be so crowded, and she couldn't be blamed for it. She couldn't have someone drive a few tractors to the airport to pick him up.
"Leave two of us here to wait for someone to drive the car away, and the rest of us will go to the village first."
He made arrangements in an orderly manner, and then asked: "Is that village far from here?"
Wenren Xiuyue thought for a moment: "From here, walk along the mountain road for about fifteen kilometers. When you see the sign for Lintan Village, turn in and walk another kilometer and you will be there."
Lu Beifeng asked Zhang Wei to arrange for two bodyguards to stay and wait for people from the leasing company to come over. The rest, including Wenren Xiuyue, a total of eight people, got on the tractor bed.
The truck bed was cleaned very clean, and it was covered with a thick layer of paper as if they were worried that it would be uncomfortable for them to sit on it.
The driver was an honest middle-aged man who had no feelings for Lu Beifeng. He didn't know Lu Beifeng because he didn't go online and didn't know him. He was a little curious about the two photographers at the back of the truck and asked in a low voice: "Teacher Wenren, who are they?"
Reporter?"
"Yes, they are reporters from Station C."
Wenren Xiuyue smiled brightly. She preferred to hear people call her teacher than lady or madam. She smiled and joked: "Uncle Lin, you are going to be on TV."
Uncle Lin's eyes widened when he heard that it was a reporter from station C. He would turn around to take a look from time to time. Feeling anxious and curious, he couldn't help complaining and said: "Teacher Wenren, you didn't tell me earlier. I'll call you first."
Party Secretary."
In a village with nothing, few outsiders come here on weekdays, let alone reporters from station C.
In their minds, Station C represents the official and absolute authority. There is no doubt about this.
Yu Cheng said hurriedly: "Uncle, we are just the accompanying filming crew. Just pretend we don't exist."
"When a distinguished guest comes to your door, how can you treat it as if it doesn't exist?"
Uncle Lin's expression was very serious, the phone call had already been made, he was driving the tractor with one hand and chattering in the local dialect.
Wenren Xiuyue felt guilty: "Did you say the wrong thing?"
Lu Beifeng shook his head, looked at the sign on the camera, and said with a chuckle: "It's only a matter of time before he's discovered. They're not conducting a secret visit, so it's not a big deal."
"really!"
Yu Cheng nodded helplessly. He had been to many poor mountainous areas before, including the small mountain village where he was born.
In the eyes of local villagers, the status of reporters at Station C is equivalent to that of ancient imperial envoys. After learning their identities, they will make a big fuss, wasting people and hurting money.
Sure enough, the closer he got to the village, the slower Uncle Lin drove, as if he was deliberately stalling for time.
It wasn't until a child appeared in front of them on a bicycle and spoke some unintelligible dialect that the tractor returned to normal speed.
Several people looked at each other, and they all saw the look of helplessness in each other's eyes.
The child led the way, and soon he saw the rusty Lintan Village sign. He entered the mountain road from the corner, and after driving a few hundred meters, he heard the sound of gongs and drums in the distance.
There was a group of people standing at the entrance of the village. The leader was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses. The temples were broken and tied tightly with cotton thread.
Uncle Lin introduced that the village party secretary’s surname was also Lin. Their village had a history of more than 80 years and they all escaped from the turmoil at that time. The only two surnames in the village were Lin and Tan.
"Warmly welcome CCTV reporters to visit our Lintan Village." Party Secretary Lin led the applause with a smile on his face.
"Old Party Secretary, we deserve this."
Yu Cheng spent a lot of effort to explain clearly the purpose of their coming here, which was just to photograph the specific implementation details of the foundation's charity projects.
Party Secretary Lin spoke with a strong local accent and said with a smile: "It's not in the way, it's not in the way. This can also let more people know that Teacher Wenren and the others are good people. Because of them, the seven villages near us have
More than 400 children in primary school only have eggs and chicken drumsticks to eat every day."
The villagers are very simple, and they know very well whoever treats them well. The local area does not have such abundant supplies, and fresh ingredients have to be brought in from outside.
When the transportation and refrigeration costs are added up, the cost per person per day will not be less than five yuan.
There are more than 400 students in the school, which costs more than 2,000 yuan a day. There are 160 class days in two semesters a year, which adds up to an expense of more than 300,000 yuan.
In this place where everyone's annual income does not exceed 3,000 yuan, it is definitely a lot of money. I also sincerely thank Wenren Xiuyue and the others.
The main reason was that the inspection hadn't ended yet and they didn't feel confident. When Wenren Xiuyue and the others came yesterday, they didn't know what they were doing, so they received them hastily.
After learning about their purpose, the old party secretary felt very regretful and took advantage of this opportunity to solemnly welcome them again and strive to implement the project.
Yu Cheng subconsciously wanted to push Lu Beifeng out.
This was the person who really paid to help them, but before he could say anything, Lu Beifeng glared at him and suppressed his words.
Lu Beifeng smiled and said, "I am Xiuyue's colleague."
"Hello, teacher." The villagers greeted him warmly and invited him to sit down.
True VIP treatment, they all sat in the front row near the bonfire.
The villagers didn't know Lu Beifeng, but the friends from Wenren Xiuyue's team all knew him. The two women and three men were all curious to look at Lu Jiufu.
The ninth richest man in China, the youngest in history, does not seem to have more eyes or more mouths than others.
He just looks a little better than in the photo, but looks similar to them in other aspects.
So ordinary, yet so rich.
"Shh!"
Lu Beifeng smiled at them and put his index finger in the middle of his mouth, signaling them to be quiet.
The welcoming ceremony is still going on, with singing, dancing, killing pigs and sheep, and a grand bonfire party.