The Special Forces King In The Mountain Village

"Of course, the village is different now." Zhao Miao greeted, "Aren't you going back to the village? Come up quickly."

Zhao Qian and the others have walked the mountain road for several hours, and now they are too tired, so they took the ride without being polite.

But when they saw Zhao Miao driving directly on the asphalt road, they said anxiously: "Zhao Miao, where are you going? Didn't you go back to the village?"

Zhao Miao said strangely: "Just go back to the village?"

"Then how do you drive here, through the village?" Zhao Fuqiang asked hurriedly.

"Of course, I went straight back to the village along this road." Zhao Miao said strangely, "You won't go home for a long time. You have forgotten how to go home, right?"

Zhao Qian embarrassed: "No, Zhao Miao, is this the way back to our village?"

Zhao Miao nodded, and affirmed: "That's right!"

Zhao Qian immediately asked in astonishment: "Then how did the asphalt road be built? Is there someone with kind heart to fix it for us?"

Zhao Miao laughed and said: "How can someone send a kind heart to build an asphalt road in our village? This road costs tens of millions."

"Then what..."

Zhao Qian's eyes widened, and they were full of doubts.

Zhao Miao sighed and said, "Ye Qiu, do you still remember? He is our village chief now. After he comes back, he will help our village develop. Now our village can be said to be the richest and richest village in Daqingshan. You are do not know……"

Along the way, Zhao Miao exaggerated and talked about the village affairs to Zhao Qian, and exaggerated Ye Qiu and Xu Xiuying.

Zhao Qian and the others didn't believe it at first, but when they returned to the village and saw the face of the village, they were all convinced.

"Okay, get out of the car first, I have to go to the village committee to return the tricycle."

After hearing this, Zhao Qian got out of the car and stared at the village in front of him, 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 actually the mountain village with an annual income of less than 2,000 per capita.

Zhao Qian and several people stood at the entrance of the village and looked at them, but because they didn't get any wages this year, they were too embarrassed to go home and smoked at the entrance of the village.

But they won't go, but someone has come.

Zhao Qian's old father happened to go to the village committee when he had something to do, so he walked slowly along the concrete road in the village.

After the cement road was built in the village, he especially liked to walk on it. It was flat, not like the broken road in the past.

Walking on it is down-to-earth and it is very relaxing.

When Zhao Qian’s father came over, he didn’t pay attention at first. He saw a few people standing at the entrance of the village and looked at him. He saw Zhao Qian all of a sudden, and shouted in surprise, "Zhao Qian, you stinky boy, come back. Why don't you make a phone call?"

Zhao Qian laughed bitterly when he heard his father's voice, and he bit the bullet and walked over: "Dad, I'm back."

"Just come back." The old man laughed. "Why don't you stand here and not go home? My baby misses you."

Zhao Qian thought of his child and felt even more guilty in his heart. He hesitated and said with difficulty: "Dad, I'm sorry, my son is useless. I have no money to bring it back this time.

The old man frowned and reprimanded: "What's the matter with your kid? Did you take all your wages to gamble?"

"Dad, no, I just... the boss ran away." Zhao Qian said hurriedly.

The old man's face sank immediately, Zhao Qian's heart tightened, and he waited for his old father to teach him.

But what he didn't expect was that the old man frowned and said: "Your boss is not a thing, but forget it. It's fine if people come back. What's the picture for the New Year? Isn't it just reunion?"

Zhao Qian was surprised: "Dad, don't you scold me?"

The old man couldn't laugh or cry: "What am I scolding you for? Your boss ran away, can you still get it back?"

Zhao Qian is even more guilty: "Dad, I'm sorry, I'm useless, now our family doesn't have any new year goods..."

The old man directly took out a stack of money and didn’t care: “What’s the matter of crying? Isn’t it just no wages? Come on, let’s see what you worry about. Originally, you want to give your baby’s New Year's Eve money to buy something. Just don't tell my daughter-in-law."

"Dad, where did you get this money?" Zhao Qian asked in surprise after borrowing the money.

"Of course it was earned by work." The old man said cheerfully, and then talked about his own money growing bean sprouts.

"I go……"

Zhao Qian was stunned, and finally he was speechless. He was working hard outside, but he did not have a high income from farming at home as his old father.

What is this? Play with him!

"Then, then I'll go to the city to buy something." Zhao Qian tweaked after taking the money. He was considered the pillar of the family, but he couldn't think of another day to take money from his old father.

"Whatever you are going to do in the city, just go to the village committee store to buy some. When the time comes, you can say that you bought it from the city. It's just right when you come back. Hurry up and follow me to the village committee to get something." The old man hurriedly pulled him to the village committee. go.

"The village committee has a small shop?" Zhao Qian was shocked, and then hurriedly said, "Dad, what are you doing to the village committee?"

"Our village committee distributes goods for the New Year. Every household has them. You can help them when you come back. Is it possible for me, an old man, to carry things?"

The old man scolded. Zhao Qian shrank his head and didn't dare to refute anything. He followed the old man to the village committee, and was stunned by the scene before him. The village committee was actually piled up with all kinds of New Year's goods, such as fruits, clothes, dried fruits, etc. Wait, many villagers are queuing to hold them, and when they see two people greeted

call.

"Zhao Qian is back?"

"Well, um, I'm back, aunt, what are you?"

A woman happily held a bunch of New Year goods, with a lot of things hanging on her arms, and her body was almost exquisite: "The village committee issues New Year goods."

"so much?"

Zhao Qian was in a daze. Even if he took his wages, he wouldn't buy so many things. There are new clothes.

"What are you doing in a daze? Go get things!" The old man glared at him.

Zhao Qian returned to his senses and hurriedly went to get things, but the expression that was full of melancholy before was gone, and now his face was full of excitement. He thought that the New Year in his home this year might be miserable, but he didn't expect to turn around. A few people from Zhao Fuqiang also followed, and they didn't expect that the village committee would even give out New Year goods. They didn't worry about each one, and they were all excited to join the team of picking goods.