The party secretaries of both villages were present, and miscellaneous matters were quickly implemented. Tie Jun didn't interfere at all. He was just a passerby, and the protagonists were still these guys from the northwest.
As soon as the notice about collecting mountain goods from distant mountains at high prices was posted, Zhao Qiankun didn't need to notify him at all. The news seemed to have wings and quickly spread to 17 villages.
From far to near, from village to village, people carried carts and pushed the goods. The purchasing stations were busy with weighing, invoicing, paying, and warehousing. At the end of the day, the warehouse was full of mountain goods.
Hungry, Tie Jun and the others walked back in the dark and turned a big bend, which was the last and most difficult steep slope, and then they could reach the village committee.
"What a fool!"
"Holy shit!"
Liu Shengli and Tie Jun each sighed and were stunned when they looked at the long dragon with torches reaching the top.
"This is the second time I have seen this old man. The last time was forty years ago, on the day of the founding of New China. It was longer than this!"
Li Tieniu's eyes were filled with mist, and the long dragon in front of him gradually blurred.
"I heard from Da that it was grandpa who initiated it!"
Zhao Qiankun was also very excited. His grandfather was the first generation model worker in Qinchuan, eight hundred miles away, and was a light in his heart.
"Well, if your father were still here, he would definitely be smiling!"
The four of them got out of the car, and the first torch bearer was Uncle Gen. He held the torch high, his white hair moving in the wind, standing like a mountain, with a spring breeze on his face.
"Uncle Lao Gen, what are you doing?"
Tie Jun stepped forward and asked.
"We mountain people have nothing to say, so we will use the light to take you home! Get in the car, there is a celebration banquet in the village, and the ladies have been preparing it all afternoon, and they are waiting for you!"
"Brother Liu, you drive, Uncle Gen, you get in the car and give me the light!"
"Okay, leave it to you!"
Uncle Lao Gen put his hands forward and raised the torch above his head. Tie Jun could not help but be moved and took it solemnly. His inner feeling was no less than the sacred Olympic torch relay.
"I heard people say that the border area is good and provides preferential treatment to refugees, so the three of me came here!"
When the four of them got on the bus, Tie Jun suddenly roared. He was learning something now and selling it. He had just learned a few words of Qin opera during the day, and it came in handy at this time.
"The old man and the young man have only been in the border area for half a year. They don't have to worry about food, drink, or clothing!"
Someone immediately picked up the call in the distance, the rough and hoarse, authentic northwest wind, and the Daqin opera roaring from the bottom of my heart resounded throughout the valley in an instant.
"Buzz!"
The big jeep roared forward, and the iron army held torches high and moved forward in sync with the car.
"The Communist Party plans every step for the people. The Eighth Route Army and the common people are like brothers. Good governments and good armies are really rare. The Chinese people rely on him to regain the country..."
The 800-meter steep slope is like a condensed 800-mile Qinchuan River, roaring out the splendor of Fuxi's creation 8,000 years ago!
This piece of yellow land that carries the longest history of China should not be so poor or so backward. The fire is burning, but the light is there!
For this small mountain village, Tie Jun didn't know how much he could help them. Maybe that's all, maybe more. Who knows, he was just a mortal.
After reaching the top, Tie Jun was once again stunned by the sight in front of him. There were horseshoe lanterns hanging on a square wire, and five large round tables below.
The villagers gathered around, and there was a God of Wealth placed on the round table in the middle, which was golden and dazzling.
"Invite the God of Wealth!"
"Dang!"
"Boss, come on, the village has chosen you. Only you can invite the God of Wealth!"
Zhao Qiankun pushed Tie Jun forward, and Tie Jun stepped forward in astonishment. Zhang Qiaofeng, the women's director, handed over three sticks of incense. Tie Jun took it and lit it.
In his previous life, Tie Jun never burned incense and worshiped Buddha. In this life, he was ready to try to communicate with Buddha, starting from the first stick of incense today.
Stupidly, he walked up to the God of Wealth, raised the incense to his eyebrows, bowed respectfully three times, and put the incense in place.
"Didi-dip-didi-didi-did..."
The loud sound of the suona suddenly sounded, and Mi Xiaodie walked out wearing a large flowered cotton-padded jacket, her two pigtails swaying, and the suona whistled loudly. Tie Jun was dumbfounded.
"Dong Dong Qiang, Dong Dong Qiang..."
The gongs and drums sounded, and the children walked into the arena, playing waist drums and twisting neatly. Tie Jun did not expect that a small mountain village of about 20 households could stage such a big battle.
"Quickly, invite the God of Wealth to the village committee!"
Like a puppet, Tie Jun took the red cloth, and with the help of Li Tieniu, tied it around the waist of the God of Wealth, and carried the God of Wealth into the village committee to offer him.
When he turned around and came back, the small square had become a sea of joy. Tie Jun saw that Li Dachui and his wife and their three children were having the most fun.
It was almost like a Chinese New Year, it was lively for a quarter of an hour, until Mi Xiaodie put down the suona and the sound of gongs and drums stopped, everyone officially sat down and the food and drinks started to be served.
Li Tieniu's opening remarks, and his loud voice reached everyone's ears. Tiejun was very frightened, not because he was shy about the praise, but because he was afraid that his heart would be chained to this mountain.
When he saw it and thought about it, Tie Jun's heart calmed down. He was willing to tie his heart to this for this poor baby.
Things were fine up front, the drinking was civilized, and after three rounds of drinking, the chaos started, and the toasting started. The Iron Army got really upset, and they both drank at once. People said it was a custom.
"Have you missed the ice rose?"
Mi Xiaodie smiled close to Tie Jun's ear.
"Think about it!"
Tie Jun told the truth, and in exchange for the wine, he had the confidence to accept the toast from the whole village.
"Look, it's ice cold and sweet!"
Just as Li Dachui and his wife came over to toast, Mi Xiaodie raised a bottle of rose wine in front of Tie Jun with a smile.
"Hehe, this... er... good!"
Tie Jun burped, his tongue was a bit hard.
"Good people, Dachui's home is Nen's home, we respect Nen!"
It was another night, and there seemed to be a different pair of people in front of him. Tie Jun was not confused, and he could see that Sledgehammer's words were sincere.
Tie Jun is not afraid of him playing tricks, Zhao Qiankun is in charge, and he can't cause any trouble.
"Brother Sledgehammer, sister-in-law, I owe you this wine. My brother is young, so please forgive me for any offence!"
After a while, the couple had to drink two cups. Tie Jun picked up the cup and Mi Xiaodie poured some flower wine for Tie Jun.
"I don't dare. Really, I'll be asleep for half a day, and I'll regret it all by myself!"
"Then be a good person from now on, be a father and a mother, and give your children a warm home!"
"Definitely!"
"Okay, brother, do it first as a courtesy!"
Tie Jun raised his neck and drank the wine from his glass. He didn't hesitate to drink two sips, and neither of them drank a drop of wine.
Even if he switched to flower wine, Tie Jun still drank too much. Fortunately, Tie Jun had a good habit of being drunk. He smiled silly and looked like everyone else.
"He was drunk, so I helped him go in first and lie down!"
Mi Xiaodie said something to Li Tieniu and Liu Shengli. The two nodded and watched them staggering into the village committee with evil smiles on their faces.
“It’s a perfect match!”
"Be a second bedroom!"
"Hehehehehehehehe!"
The two unruly veterans held their heads and laughed. They thought about it and closed their eyes, silently wishing the fourth sister to be brave and brave again!
"How come you... uh... lost weight?"
After putting Tie Jun down, Mi Xiaodie bent down and took off Tie Jun's shoes. Tie Jun grabbed Mi Xiaodie's butt with his big hand, frowned and shouted.