The years when I was an old man

"Go, enter the stockade!"

At this moment, the sky has turned white.

Smoke is already rising from the village.

On the clean red dirt road, from time to time, I saw early risers carrying bamboo baskets.

These people are plainly dressed and have innocent faces.

Seeing Uncle Wang, they all greeted each other.

I curiously asked Uncle Wang:

"They all know you?"

Uncle Wang pointed to the wooden stilted buildings built on the hills ahead, and explained to me:

"Almost. The relationship between me and this village must have started eight years ago. At that time, many people could go through this smuggling line. The villagers here didn't care. It's just that on March [-]rd of a year, It's also a traditional festival for the villagers. The people in the village were pretty much drunk that day. There was one family who didn't know what happened. They actually set their wooden building on fire..."

With that said, Uncle Wang pointed to the rows of connected wooden buildings again, and continued:

"You have seen it too. The wooden buildings here are almost all connected together. One family caught fire and the whole village suffered. The fire that day almost burned down more than half of the wooden buildings in the village. The villagers here basically rely on farming. , Hunting, or picking mountain products to live. There is no money to turn over. Later I heard about it, so I took out a sum of money to help the villagers rebuild the wooden buildings and buy more household belongings and daily necessities. Their village chief thanked me , This line is not allowed to go by others, it is specially given to me. Every year during the festival, they will invite me here..."

Uncle Wang was quite emotional, he sighed and said:

"The people in this village value loyalty, and they promise a thousand gold. Even if I don't go to the border in the past few years, they still don't allow others to go. I heard that Liu Yunxiu took a lot of money to find the village head. The village head drove out..."

Uncle Wang's narration moved us a little bit.

It is said that the prosperity of the world is all for profit.All the hustle and bustle in the world is for profit.

Especially in the current arena, everything puts interests first.

But in this chaotic arena, there is still such a pure land that keeps its promises.

Just as we were talking, a few of us walked to a tall wooden building.

Before entering the door, an old man's voice came from the yard:

"It's Awang!"

With that said, the wooden door opened.

A tall and thin old man with a red kerchief wrapped around his head appeared at the door.

The moment he saw Uncle Wang, the old man smiled brightly.

A mouthful of burnt yellow teeth was exposed in front of everyone.

"Going all the way up the mountain, come here early in the morning. Awang, did you encounter any difficulties?"

As soon as the village chief opened his mouth, he talked about the essence of the problem.

Before Uncle Wang could speak, the village chief stepped aside and said at the same time:

"Your kindness to Ge Yazhai is widely spread in the village. Everyone is hoping that one day, they can repay your kindness. So, Awang, don't be embarrassed. Just tell me what we need to do..."

The old rivers and lakes who traveled all over the world, at this moment, were also told by the village chief's words, tears filled their eyes.

Walking into the wooden building, after exchanging a few pleasantries, Uncle Wang said to the village chief:

"Village Chief, we are going to visit Sister Mu. It may be dangerous, can you..."

Before the next words could be spoken, the village chief interrupted Uncle Wang and said one word:

"can!"

Uncle Wang was not polite any more, he took out a satellite phone.

The signal in the mountains is not good, so this kind of communication tool can only be used.

I dialed a number with the speakerphone, and after a long while on the other side, a lazy voice came:

"Who?"

I am too familiar with this voice, it is Huang Ze.

"I am Awang!"

Uncle Wang deliberately lowered his voice to give people a mysterious feeling.

Huang Ze immediately sobered up a lot, and she immediately asked:

"Have you raised money?"

"No!"

Uncle Wang replied.

"I'm in Ge Yazhai now. Bring the friend who always asked me to smuggle me to come here to eat some wild game. We drank until four o'clock in the morning..."

Uncle Wang's words made Huang Ze a little puzzled, and she asked:

"Why are you telling me this early in the morning?"

Uncle Wang deliberately paused, and then said in an unbearable tone:

"They are doing quite a big business now, and they have opened factories in the interior. I had a great time drinking in Ge Yazhai yesterday. I asked them if they wanted to go to Muse. They all agreed and wanted to see it. ..."

Huang Ze suddenly realized, she hurriedly asked:

"Uncle Wang is Uncle Wang after all, and he understands the principles of integration. How much money do you think they can squeeze out?"

Uncle Wang immediately said dissatisfied:

"You figure it out, you squeeze it, not me. They have money, and it's up to you whether they can get it out. I just want a little, I want 50.00%..."

"Uncle Wang, is this too high for you? Up to 30.00%!"

Huang Ze bargained, but Uncle Wang was firm.

"No! It has to be 50.00%, otherwise how can I get enough of my daughter's ransom?"

Huang Ze thought for a while, but agreed, and Uncle Wang said:

"I have one more request. Settle down my daughter. If there is an injury, she must be taken good care of!"

"No problem! When are you coming?"

"You send someone to pick us up in the afternoon. Pay attention, you must send someone smarter. If you say something wrong, you will be in trouble if you don't go!"

Huang Ze smiled triumphantly.

"Don't worry, Uncle Wang. You just wait to collect the money!"

Putting down the phone, Uncle Wang sighed in pain.

And the village head added firewood to the stove, and said at the same time:

"This place is closer to Sister Mu, what we need to do, just tell me, Awang!"