"Of course, the village is different now." Zhao Miao greeted, "Aren't you going back to the village? Come up quickly."
Zhao Qian and others had walked on the mountain road for several hours, and now they were very tired, so they took the ride without any hesitation.
But when they saw Zhao Miao driving directly onto the asphalt road, they said anxiously: "Zhao Miao, where are you going? Aren't you going back to the village?"
Zhao Miao asked strangely: "Just go back to the village?"
"Then how do you drive this way to the village?" Zhao Fuqiang asked hurriedly.
"Of course it is possible. We will go back to the village directly along this road." Zhao Miao asked strangely, "You haven't been home for so long that you have forgotten how to get home, right?"
Zhao Qian said awkwardly: "No, Zhao Miao, is this the way back to our village?"
Zhao Miao nodded and affirmed: "That's right!"
Zhao Qian was immediately shocked and said: "Then how come the asphalt road was built? Did someone show kindness and build it for us?"
Zhao Miao said with a smile: "How could someone be kind enough to build an asphalt road in our village? This road costs tens of millions."
"Then how..."
Zhao Qian and others opened their eyes wide, full of doubts.
Zhao Miao sighed: "You remember Ye Qiu, right? He is our village chief now. After he came back, he helped our village develop. Now our village can be said to be the richest and richest village in Daqingshan. You are
have no idea……"
Along the way, Zhao Miao exaggerated the affairs of the village to Zhao Qian and others, praising Ye Qiu and Xu Xiuying to the extreme.
Zhao Qian and others were a little unconvinced at first, but when they returned to the village and saw the appearance of the village, they were all convinced.
"Okay, you guys get off the car first, I have to go to the village committee to return the tricycle."
After hearing this, Zhao Qian and others got out of the car and looked blankly at the village in front of them, while Zhao Miao went to the village committee to return the car.
After a while, Zhao Fuqiang came back to his senses and said, "This has changed too much. Is this still our village?"
Several other people nodded silently. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would believe that this was the mountain village where the per capita annual income was less than 2,000.
Zhao Qian and others stood at the entrance of the village and watched, but because they had not received their wages this year, they were too embarrassed to go home, so they smoked cigarettes at the entrance of the village.
But they won't go, but someone comes.
Zhao Qian's old father happened to have something to go to the village committee, so he walked slowly along the cement road in the village.
After the cement road was built in the village, he especially liked walking on it. It was smooth and smooth, unlike the broken road before, which was harsh on his feet.
Walking on it is solid and very relaxing.
When Zhao Qian's old father came over, he didn't pay attention at first. He looked at a few people standing at the entrance of the village and immediately saw Zhao Qian. He shouted in surprise: "Zhao Qian, you stinky boy come back."
Why didn’t you make a call?”
Zhao Qian heard his father's voice and smiled bitterly. What was supposed to come would still come. He walked over and said, "Dad, I'm back."
"Just come back." The old man chuckled, "Why are you standing here and not going home? I miss you."
Zhao Qian thought of his child, and felt even more guilty. He hesitated and said with difficulty: "Dad, I'm sorry, my son is useless. I don't have the money to bring him back this time."
The old man frowned and reprimanded: "What's the matter with you kid? Did you gamble all your wages?"
"Dad, no, I just...the boss ran away." Zhao Qian said hurriedly.
The old man's face immediately darkened, and Zhao Qian's heart tightened, waiting for his old father to teach him a lesson.
But what he didn't expect was that the old man frowned and said: "Your boss is nothing, but forget it, just come back. What's the purpose of the New Year? Isn't it just a reunion?"
Zhao Qian was surprised and said: "Dad, you don't scold me?"
The old man didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Why am I scolding you? Your boss has run away, can you still catch him?"
Zhao Qian felt even more guilty: "Dad, I'm sorry, I'm useless. Now our family doesn't have any New Year's goods..."
The old man directly took out a wad of money and said nonchalantly: "Why are you crying? Isn't it just that I have lost my wages? Come on, let's see how worried I am. I was going to give the baby the New Year's money for this, so you can use it to buy something.
Just don’t tell my daughter-in-law."
"Dad, where did you get this money?" Zhao Qian borrowed money and said in surprise, so much is two thousand.
"Of course I earn it by working," the old man said cheerfully, and then talked about how he made money by growing bean sprouts.
"I'll go..."
Zhao Qian was dumbfounded when he heard this, and finally felt speechless. He worked hard outside, but he didn't earn as much as his old father from farming at home.
What is this? Playing with him!
"Well, then I'll go to the market to buy something." Zhao Qian took the money and said coquettishly. He was considered the backbone of the family, but he never thought that he would get money from his old father one day.
"What are you going to do in the city? Just go to the village committee shop to buy something. Then you can tell me that you bought it in the city. You are back just in time. Come and follow me to the village committee to get something." The old man hurriedly grabbed him and went to the village committee.
Walk.
"The village committee still has a small shop?" Zhao Qian was shocked, and then said hurriedly: "Dad, why are you going to the village committee?"
"Our village committee is distributing New Year's goods. Every household has them. You can help get them when you come back. Is it possible that I, an old man, should be asked to carry things?"
The old man cursed. Zhao Qian shrank his head, not daring to refute anything. He followed the old man to the village committee. He was shocked by the scene in front of him. The village committee was filled with all kinds of new year's goods, fruits, clothes, etc.
Dried fruits, etc., many villagers were queuing up to get them, and they all said hello when they saw the two people.
call.
"Zhao Qian is back?"
"Yeah, um, I'm back. Aunt, what are you doing?"
A woman happily held a pile of New Year's goods, and there were many things hanging on her arms. She was almost full of exquisite things: "The village committee is handing out New Year's goods."
"so much?"
Zhao Qian looked in a daze. Even if he had received his wages, he probably wouldn't have bought so many things. There were actually new clothes.
"Why are you still standing there? Go get something quickly!" The old man glared at him.
Zhao Qian came to his senses and hurried over to get the things. However, the melancholy expression before was gone, and now his face was full of excitement. He thought that the Chinese New Year in his family would be miserable this year, but he didn't expect that things would turn out badly. Zhao Fuqiang
Several people also came over, and they didn't expect that the village committee would actually distribute New Year's goods. None of them were worried anymore, and they were all excited to join the queue to receive the goods.