Meng Fei was also very happy in his heart: "This is really great, then Brother Long, you can stay here and learn the craft from Uncle Qin. I will go back and tell my second uncle and aunt."

"Oh! Don't be in a hurry. The New Year is coming soon. Go home and spend a happy New Year with your parents! Come back when the weather is warmer after the New Year." Uncle Qin waved his hand and said.

The three of them chatted for a long time. The more Uncle Qin looked at Meng Long, the more he liked him. He felt that this boy was good at speaking and doing things, and was a good material.

The three of them chatted until around three in the afternoon. Seeing that it was getting late, Meng Fei and the other two had to say goodbye.

Before leaving, Uncle Qin handed Meng Long a "Nothing to worry about" card, which looked similar to the one he gave to Meng Fei and Qiu Bo.

"Boy, hang up this sign. It's a small gift from me. You should stay at home and spend time with your parents. When spring comes, calm down and learn the craft from me!" Uncle Qin said seriously.

"Yeah!!! Don't worry! Master!!!" Meng Long shouted the word "Master" with extra force.

Uncle Qin felt warm inside when he heard this and was very happy.

A moment later, the two drove to Mengjiagou, intending to get home before dark.

Although he was driving a Raptor 300, its performance and other aspects were excellent.

But the night road in the mountains is no joke.

In the past, when he was in Mengjiagou, Meng Fei heard from the older generation that if you are not in a hurry, you should never walk at night, especially at night in winter, as you might encounter ghosts taking your life on the way. Moreover, in recent decades, there have been several families who have died in accidents while walking at night.

Although there is some feudal superstition in it, it is indeed dangerous to travel at night. For one thing, you may encounter some large wild animals guarding the roadside for food.

Secondly, the mountain road is dark at night, muddy in summer and slippery in winter. If you are not careful, you will fall into the ditch. On both sides of the Mengjiagou mountain road, there are drainage ditches one or two meters deep, which are filled with water in summer and snow in winter, making it extremely dangerous.

If you accidentally slip in and no one rescues you in time, you will be skinned alive if you don't die.

This is why the old people say that there are ghosts taking lives on the road at night.

Fortunately, Meng Fei had good driving skills and was familiar with the mountain roads, so although he skidded several times along the way, he was safe.

At this time, after passing a turn, Meng Fei, who was driving, suddenly saw a car fallen into a drainage ditch not far from him. Fortunately, the car just slipped and did not overturn.

There was a middle-aged man in front of the car, anxiously talking on the phone. It seemed that there was no signal, and he was constantly adjusting the position of his phone.

Seeing this, Meng Fei hurriedly drove over and got out of the car.

"What happened, uncle? Why did you fall into the ditch?"

When the middle-aged man saw Meng Fei appear, a hint of vigilance flashed across his face. He put his hand into his arms and said coldly:

"Our car slid sideways. The ditch was too deep and we couldn't get out."

"It's okay, don't worry, I'll go back to the car to find the tow rope and help you pull it out."

Having said that, Meng Fei prepared to go back to the car to get the tow rope.

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from the other car.

"Brother Meng!!!"

Hearing the voice, Meng Fei was stunned and turned his head to look. He saw Feng Shuyi, whom he had not seen for a long time, sticking his head out of the car window and waving at him frantically.

"Hey! It's you, kid. You came pretty fast! Oh, by the way! Where's grandma? Didn't she say she wanted to come along?"

As soon as Meng Fei finished speaking, a white-haired old woman poked her head out from behind Feng Shuyi, smiled kindly and said:

"Hello, Xiao Meng. I'm Shuyi's grandmother. I'm so sorry, but it's not convenient for us to get off the bus right now..."

Meng Fei smiled and quickly greeted grandma: "Hello, grandma! I'm Meng Fei. You just sit in the car. It's freezing cold outside. Don't freeze. When I pull the car, please fasten your seat belt. It might be a little bumpy."

"Yeah, I see. Xiao Meng is still very careful."

After giving a few instructions, Meng Fei returned to the car, opened the trunk, took out a tow rope, returned to Feng Shuyi's car, and tied it to his trailer hook.

Seeing this, Meng Long also got out of the car to help. After working for a long time, he finally pulled the other car out of the ditch. This was all thanks to the excellent performance of the Raptor 300. If it weren't for him, Meng Fei would have to go back to the village and drive his second uncle's tractor.

In order to avoid any accidents on the journey ahead, Meng Fei led the way in front, and Feng Shuyi and the others followed slowly from behind.

Finally, before dark, we arrived at the small bridge at the entrance of Mengjiagou village.

At this time, the setting sun has already fallen to the foot of the mountain, and the afterglow of the setting sun is sprinkled on the small mountain village in the north, covering this silver-white world with a layer of golden red gauze.

In the mountain village, the staggered roofs are covered with thick snow, like soft white steamed buns. The curls of smoke rising from the chimneys slowly rise and linger in the cold air, as if covering the village with a layer of gauze.

A few bare old trees with branches covered with snow balls look like natural ink paintings under the setting sun.

The whole small mountain village is as peaceful and beautiful as a paradise in the blend of sunset and snow, which makes people's hearts calm and intoxicated. In winter, Grandma Feng Shuyi looked at this scene infatuatedly and stood there for a long time, unable to calm down.

"This... this is so beautiful... it's just like in a painting."

Feng Shuyi and the middle-aged man also stood there in a daze, looking at the small village at the foot of the mountain with fascination.

"Ding ding!" The sound of a horn interrupted everyone's obsession. Seeing that Meng Fei had already driven into the village, they hurriedly followed.

Meng Fei did not go home directly, but drove to his second uncle's house.

Originally, Meng Fei thought about eating something for himself and going to bed after returning home, but he didn't expect Feng Shuyi and the others to come at this time.

They are guests who have come from far away, so we naturally cannot neglect them.

So I called my second aunt in advance and asked her to prepare some food to entertain the guests.

Second Aunt agreed without a second thought, and went to prepare after hanging up the phone.

When Meng Fei and his friends arrived home, smoke was already rising from his second uncle's chimney.

As soon as Meng Fei and Feng Shuyi stopped the car, their second uncle and second aunt came out of the house, followed by their second uncle.

"Welcome, welcome! Come on! Come in, it's cold outside, get on the kang and warm up." Second Aunt greeted excitedly.

"Oh~ Thank you. You see, we have to trouble you for coming here... Xiao Li, go to the car and take down the gifts we prepared."

After saying that, the middle-aged man turned around and ran back to the car, taking out a whole box of Moutai and several boxes of tea from the trunk.

The box of Moutai had been eroded by time and only the two large characters "Moutai" could be seen. It was obviously an old wine. The boxes of tea were all wrapped in black paper and it was impossible to tell what they were.

But since it was given by Feng Shuyi’s grandmother, it’s naturally not bad.