Longyang Village is the poorest village in Lianhua Township. Under the general environment of the policy of road access in every village, Longyang Village is still a Huangnishan Road and there is no traffic. It can be seen how poor this village is.
"Finally go home!"
A young man with a shaved head, a scar on his face, and an old T-shirt on his body stood at the entrance of the village, looking at the small mountain village at the foot of the mountain with some excitement.
He was Long Xiaoshan who had just returned from Lianhua Township Bus Station crossing mountains and ridges.
When you walk into the village, there is almost no change from Longyang Village three years ago. It is still a narrow village road with Huangni Road, and you can't see any bricks and tile houses.
"Auntie Osmanthus!"
Long Xiaoshan saw a middle-aged woman with a little dark skin coming towards him, and quickly said hello.
"This... isn't this Xiaoshan? You're back, oh, it's good to come back..." The middle-aged woman looked at Xiaoshan, and a hint of panic flashed in her eyes, and she walked away in panic.
Long Xiaoshan walked all the way home.
Longyang Village is still so strong and yang is weak, and there are fewer males than before. It is said that there is a problem with Feng Shui in Longyang Village and the yang energy is exhausted. Not only does the number of males born far less than that of girls, but also the males are easily born.
It is a disaster, so as long as a man with a little ability, he doesn’t want to go back to the village after he goes out, leaving behind a bunch of left-behind women.
Eighty percent of the women left in the village.
That's why it is nicknamed the Widow Village by other villages.
In fact, there are not so many real widows.
The big girls and wives I met along the way showed vigilant and scared eyes when they saw Long Xiaoshan. They turned around and left without even saying hello.
Long Xiaoshan smiled bitterly.
Compared with the enthusiasm of everyone in the village when he left the village three years ago, the current neglect made Long Xiaoshan even more sad.
Three years ago, he was the first college student in Longyang Village. He was admitted to Shuimu University, a nationally renowned Wenqu star, and expressed many expectations of his family and fellow villagers. Now he is just a person who has been released from prison.
And it was also convicted of rape.
He didn't blame the villagers for being indifferent to him.
In a small village like Longyang Village with simple folk customs, it is normal for villagers to be alert and afraid of a person who has been in jail.
Long Xiaoshan's home is at the foot of the back mountain at the west end of the village. There are two yellow mud rooms surrounded by a broken fence. When Long Xiaoshan walked to the door, he saw a new red motorcycle parked at the door, which was from Honda.
Although motorcycles are no longer rare, almost all the well-off homes in the provincial capital have cars, in remote mountain villages like Longyang Village, they are still high-end products.
Long Xiaoshan was strange. When can our family afford a motorcycle? Could it be that his family still became rich after being imprisoned for a few years?
He pushed open the fence door and walked in.
The door of the main hall was open, and Long Xiaoshan happened to hear a woman chirping inside.
"Uncle Dashan, it's not that I'm talking about you. If you don't tell me about this, you know that Xiaoshan went to the provincial capital to study for a university or the whole village raised the money. After Xiaoshan's accident, you spent a lot of money to run away.
Well, when will you pay back the money now? If you marry Xiaoling, you will get 50,000 yuan in bride money immediately. You don’t have to worry about any debt."
"But Xiao Ling is only sixteen years old, and she has also been admitted to the county No. 1 Middle School this year." An old voice came from inside, a little weak.
"A girl reads so many books and is useful for having children. In the end, she still wants to marry and have children. I said, Brother Dashan, I heard that your son is about to come out in prison. He is a labor reform criminal. What can he do in the future? I tell you
My nephew, who owns my family, runs a factory in the village. At that time, we will have 20% of our in-laws. I promise to arrange your son into my nephew's factory." Another man's voice came from inside, and his tone showed arrogance.