Building roads in the deep mountains is never as simple as it seems.
Building roads through mountains and bridges over rivers is a massive undertaking. The mountains are home to many ferocious birds and beasts, and it's far more complex than simply laying materials to create a road.
The military needs to use firearms to clear the obstacles.
If the county officials were of sound mind, they wouldn't mobilize such a large force for the sake of a single village.
Ruan Xianxian agreed, but she wanted to ask why?
It's not about who's poor being right; what Bu Hua can give back is far less than what she has given.
She tapped her index finger on the table habitually. She found this person rather agreeable. Apart from using firearms to clear a path, there were other ways to deal with the beast.
Seeing that she remained silent, Bu Hua gritted his teeth and untied a coarse cloth bundle from his waist, revealing a bottle of Moutai liquor inside.
Ruan Xianxian was dumbfounded. Although this bottle of Flying Fairy would be very valuable in later generations, wasn't this sincerity a bit lacking in the present? As for showing that pained expression?
It's not impossible. The five families in Shili Mountain couldn't even scrape together a needle, but they offered a bottle of Feitian (a type of Chinese liquor). That's already quite a show of sincerity.
But... what does it mean that the bottle cap was stuffed with a cork? Did they give her half a bottle of wine? Isn't that going too far?
Bu Hua concealed the mockery in his eyes and pushed the bottle toward her. "Is this enough?"
Ruan Xianxian looked conflicted. "Let's forget about that. You've always made a living by hunting. Do you have tiger bones?"
She had just remembered the many uses of tiger bone, a medicine that had disappeared in later generations. She didn't know much about it, but she wanted to stock up on some.
If so, it wouldn't hurt to ask Uncle Er to take her into the mountains so she could talk to those animals that haven't yet developed intelligence.
According to Miyano and his second uncle, spirits that have gained sentience generally do not hesitate to eat people and come into contact with the world, thus disrupting their spiritual practice.
Of course, there are also those who wreak havoc on the area, but fortunately, there are no reports of demons in this place.
"Oh, so Comrade Ruan doesn't want the century-old ginseng, he just wants tiger bones to soak in wine!" Bu Hua joked.
Ruan Xianxian stiffened and made a decision: "Repair it, repair it right away. I'll take my bedding to the county office right now, and I'll sleep at anyone who tries to stop me."
Then she rubbed her hands together and asked, "Is there really a hundred-year-old ginseng? Why is it in a wine bottle?"
Bu Hua lovingly played with and stroked the wine bottle, his expression unusually gentle. "According to those in the cowshed, this ginseng is almost 500 years old."
It was back then that my wife, who had a sweet tooth, accidentally discovered the ginseng while picking wild fruits. Not long after bringing it home, my wife vomited severely, and an experienced old woman in the village noticed that she was pregnant.
It not only brought good luck, but its roots also saved the lives of my family and many villagers who died from serious injuries.
Preserving it in a bottle, as the old man in the cowshed said, is the method to preserve the medicinal properties to the greatest extent possible given our available resources.
Ruan Xianxian exclaimed, "Auntie is truly a blessed person."
Bu Hua lowered his eyes, a faint bitterness on his lips: "She died on her way down the mountain to exchange for supplies. When they found her, her body had almost been eaten by black bears."
Lifting up his sleeve, Bu Hua revealed a hideous scar on his arm, then pointed to his chest, "I almost died in the jaws of a bear while trying to retrieve your aunt's remains. Luckily, I had a weapon with me."
Ruan Xianxian bit her tongue, her mouth agape. "If you can't speak properly, then speak less!"
“I’m not saying this to elicit sympathy from you. I just hope that once there’s a main road leading down the mountain from the village, similar tragedies will never happen again.”
With one last lingering look, Bu Hua shoved the bottle of ginseng into Ruan Xianxian's arms, saying, "Some of the roots have been used, but the main body is intact. I hope you will take good care of it."
Ruan Xianxian hurriedly pushed away, she couldn't accept it. Her second uncle was unwilling to take the little weasel into the mountains. At worst, she would kneel down to her second uncle!
This was someone's way of remembering their deceased wife, and Ruan Xianxian couldn't accept it.
Actually, I'm a little envious. If she were gone one day, would anyone miss her like this, remembering her by looking at her belongings?
"Take it." Bu Hua chuckled. "If your aunt knew in the afterlife that she used the ginseng she picked to pave a main road in the village, she would be happier than anyone else."
"It's not within your job scope, yet you're putting in so much effort and manpower. It's a win-win situation for us, but don't let your uncle incur a debt of gratitude he can never repay."
Since things had come to this point, Ruan Xianxian took the wine bottle, smashed it in front of him, and took out the well-preserved ginseng inside.
As Bu Hua said, the roots were almost used up, but the main body was well preserved, and even Tong Tong said that the medicinal effects were well preserved.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
Ruan Xianxian tucked the ginseng into her bosom, actually storing it in her spatial storage, a move that made Bu Hua's eyelids twitch.
She said to the person outside the door, "Come in."
"Comrade Ruan, someone from the provincial capital has come to deliver something to Comrade Mu and you. They're waiting at the commune gate."
Seeing this, Bu Hua stood up and said, "That's all for now. I'll go back first if you have something to do. I'll bring people to pick up the bamboo weaving tomorrow."
Ruan Xianxian gave her a reassuring look and followed the woman with the bottle-bottom glasses out of the meeting room first. Mu Xia and a stranger were standing next to the car.
Seeing her come out, Mu Xia called out, "The chick incubator has arrived, and there seems to be a package for you too. Come and see."
The first thing that catches the eye is three huge refrigerator-like chick incubators in the back of the truck. They are not small household incubators; judging by their size, they can hatch more than a hundred chicks at a time.
As if she could see countless downy feathers beckoning to her, Ruan Xianxian jumped onto the truck and touched the machine again and again.
Mu Xia laughed at her, "How promising!"
Ruan Xianxian acted like a lovesick fool, saying, "I saw countless textile and garment factories flattering me for a pound of duck down."
driver:? ? ?
He rolled his eyes and reminded him, "Find a place with electricity and have someone unload the goods first, then test the machine to see if there are any problems."
So the same team that had just finished unloading bamboo weaving yesterday came out to unload machines again, suspecting they had been reassigned as loading and unloading workers.
Everyone carefully carried the machine to the backyard. Mu Xia connected the power in the backyard, stood in front of the machine, operated it for a while, and nodded to indicate that the machine was working normally.
The driver was relieved and unloaded two large packages from the car. "Comrade Ruan, Director Jia asked me to give these to you. Please take a look."
When the large package was opened, several smaller packages fell out. I randomly opened one and found dozens of packets of instant coffee inside. It was immediately clear who had delivered it.
Besides the coffee, there was also a letter from Song Guiying in the small bag. It was from the girl who was in charge of registering her at the front desk of the Lakeside Hotel on her first visit.
The letter contained a simple greeting and included her address, indicating that they could correspond from now on. It also reminded her that if she needed more coffee, she should let her know and she would send her more.
Clutching the letter, Ruan Xianxian's eyes warmed. She realized that while she was thinking of them, they were thinking of her too.
Is this what it feels like to miss each other?
Seeing that she wanted to open another package after opening one, the driver stopped her without hesitation, saying, "That's enough. Sign the paper after confirming that everything is correct."
Alright! Ruan Xianxian wasn't unhappy. The driver who delivered the bamboo crafts was a seasoned veteran, while the one in front of her was quite the opposite.
All I can say is that, given the same circumstances, personality determines the future.
Some people deserve to make money, while others...
After signing the document, Ruan Xianxian looked up and smiled: "Thank you for making this trip. The road is difficult to travel later, so please hurry back before dawn."
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