My name is Zeng Jing, the son-in-law of a wealthy family, but I have time powers

Qianjia Village, Cuiliu Town, Kaiping County.

Zeng Jing found this place.

Because the cement road was only built to the side of the mountain, Zeng Jing walked for about 10 minutes before entering Qianjia Village.

I met an old man at the entrance of the village.

"Old man, where does the village chief live?"

"Young man, are you visiting relatives? Those are the three bungalows in front. But the village chief is definitely not at home. He should be at the village committee at the moment."

"How to get to the village committee?"

"Keep walking along this road, and there is a courtyard at the entrance of the village with a village committee sign hanging on it, which is clearly visible at a glance."

Zeng Jing quickly thanked her and moved on.

The village committee is a row of old houses, five tile-roofed houses connected together.

The iron gate was rusty.

Zeng Jing walked in and saw no one.

There appears to be no doorman.

Taking out her phone to check the time, Zeng Jing realized that the battery was out of battery.

I forgot to bring my charger, so I think I need to borrow one.

Finally, I found the door of a room open and voices coming from inside.

Zeng Jing knocked on the door.

"Sorry to bother you, is the village chief here?"

A dark-skinned middle-aged man stood up and said, "I am, what can I do for you?"

"Hello! Hello! I, Zeng Jing, am a rural person. I want to do something for the poor areas. It is better to teach people to fish than to teach them to fish. Let's see if we can build a village to run an enterprise."

"Welcome! Welcome! I want to thank you on behalf of Qianjia Village. My name is Qian Weimin. It's noon. Let's go to town for dinner first. We'll talk after dinner."

Zeng Jing waved her hand and said, "No, Qianjia Village is not rich either. Every penny you can save is worth it. I plan to build a road directly to the outside first and connect it to the national highway on the mountainside. You will see what procedures are required and we will start construction immediately. "

Qian Weimin was shocked, "This road is not easy to repair, and we can't get it without a few million."

"No matter how much money is spent, I will build it according to the first-class highway standards, and the people of Qianjia Village must be allowed to go out, otherwise getting rich will be a joke."

"Okay, okay! I'll report to the town right away. Mr. Zeng, it's noon, and we still need to eat."

"Who is the poorest in Qianjia Village?"

"Qian Xiangyun should be considered the poorest family in our village."

"Then go to her house. I want to see what the poor people eat."

Qian Xiangyun's house is in the middle of the village. It is a dilapidated three-room tile-roofed house with no yard and two small vegetable plots at the door.

Zeng Jing thought of her mother in her hometown, who also lived in a house like this.

The village chief stepped forward and knocked on the door, "Qian Xiangyun, open the door quickly, we have a guest."

The door opened, and there was a bowl of stinky tofu and a plate of pickled wild spicy vegetables on the broken table in the room.

A little girl of fifteen or sixteen years old was sitting at the table eating steamed buns.

Qian Xiangyun is in her 30s, has willow eyebrows, fair skin, and if she dresses up, she will definitely be a beauty of the calamity level.

But his complexion was sallow, showing a kind of morbid weight loss.

The little girl stood up. She was really tall, at least 1.6 and a half meters tall. She was slim but a bit thin.

Seeing that there was no man at home, Zeng Jing was a little embarrassed.

"Sister Qian, excuse me, is your man not at home?"

The village chief immediately nudged Zeng Jing with his elbow, "His man was in a car accident and is no longer here."

Grass!If I had known there were orphans and widowers, why would I have come to join in the fun?

Now that it was difficult to get off the tiger, Zeng Jing had no choice but to smile and said, "Sister Qian, you have to go through it even if you cry and you can go through it with a smile. Why don't you go through it with a smile?"

Qian Xiangyun wiped her tears and said, "Brother, haven't you eaten yet? I'll go stir-fry some more."

Zeng Jing quickly stopped her, "No, I'm also from the countryside. I love steamed buns with pickles, as long as it fills my stomach."