Chapter 110 The Ghost Comes Again
Leaving the county town, all you see is yellow earth. A few dead trees stand on the barren land, and the dew wets the branches. I don’t know when they will bloom with a touch of green, symbolizing new life.
Baoer has lived in this place for more than ten years and has long been accustomed to it. Even when he learned that Miss Chen's hometown was in the poorest "narrow village", his expression never changed. Instead, he talked about farming with great interest.
"The soil and water in the north are different from those in the south. When many people first arrived, the crops they planted were no taller than weeds. Miss, please leave it to me. I've been rolling in the mud since I was a child, and there's nothing I can't grow!"
"Walling in the mud? You're talking about wild boars, right?"
Chen Chunxing muttered something, and Baoer held his arm unwillingly.
"Girl, don't disbelieve me! I've been helping my parents since I was little! My mother can even grow medicinal herbs, so how can a mere crop of food be so difficult for me..."
Sometimes she was a young lady, sometimes a girl. She crossed her arms when she was happy, and when she was unhappy... Bao'er seemed to be never unhappy. As long as she could stay with Chen Chunxing, her heart and eyes were filled with joy.
Hearing something interesting, Chen Chunxing raised his eyebrows: "Are all the herbs you sell grown by your mother?"
"Yes, my mother is amazing..."
"If you're so powerful, how come you're still being controlled by Boss Huang?"
"Oh, my mother is not in Honglu County, she can't take care of this place..."
Bao'er suddenly froze, her face wrinkled as if she had let something slip. She stammered, "Don't ask me, girl. My father won't let me talk about my mother. Anyway, Boss Huang is a bad guy. My family can't beat him, so you'd better not provoke him."
Chen Chunxing smiled knowingly and didn't ask any more questions.
Everyone has secrets, and she has especially many secrets. God gave her a pair of nosy eyes, but she doesn't want to take the initiative to explore them.
When the time comes to know, you will naturally know.
When we were about to reach the narrow village.
Baoer suddenly leaned forward in surprise: "Miss, did you take the wrong road?"
Mao Ping was responsible for sending the carriage the two of them were riding in back. When he saw the bustling scene in the distance, he stared wide-eyed.
Who can tell him what is loaded in those trucks?
When I came back last time, the people in the narrow village still looked half-dead. Even in the first month of the year, there was no trace of joy on their faces.
He knew about the Shen family's idea of selling hot pot dishes, and even went there to wash dishes a few times, but that was only when he was with the Shen family. As for the other people in the village, Mao Ping didn't pay much attention to them.
Looking back now, he suddenly understood. No wonder the Li brothers wanted to acquire the Shen family's recipe! Just how profitable was this?
The dead village seemed to have undergone earth-shaking changes in just a few days.
From a distance, there are still dilapidated houses and muddy paths, but the desolation has been swept away by the passing crowds of people.
It was early spring, the weather still warm, and the men, clad only in thin clothing, laboriously pushed the carts. Their steps were hurried, sweat dripping from their foreheads, but their eyes, long filled with reality, suddenly shone with hope.
Wang Youcai was standing at the entrance of the village giving orders, and he kept talking to the men passing by. He held a pipe in his hand and puffed on it non-stop. The smoke covered his graying temples, and he looked no different from an ordinary old man in the village.
"I haven't seen you for a few days. Have you found a hobby?" Chen Chunxing lifted the curtain and joked towards Wang Youcai.
Seeing her come back, Wang Youcai subconsciously hid his pipe behind him. After thinking for a moment, he took another drag with a clear conscience: "I'm already this old. I don't have much time left to live anyway. Why don't I hurry up and try everything I should eat and drink..."
Chen Chunxing interrupted: "I just want to know, where did you get the money to buy tobacco?"
The dry tobacco smoked by old men in the countryside is actually very cheap, a pack can be bought for a few cents, but the strange thing is that Wang Youcai doesn't even have a penny, and has to beg for food and drink. She doesn't think that Dr. Chang would be willing to spend this money, you know, he himself doesn't even smoke!
Wang Youcai's straight back bent instantly. He looked around furtively, winking and saying, "Who doesn't have a brother?... You've been gone for several days, why don't you go back and check on her? If it weren't for Xue brat sending someone to find a bunch of work for your grandma, I'm afraid she would have come to your door with a broom!"
Chen Chunxing understood immediately.
Is this the ghost that Walter White sent again?
She glanced at the passing carts and saw baskets of sand and soil on them. She couldn't help but wonder, "What kind of talent is this?"
The old man kept it a secret: "Of course it's the kind that's most in need right now. You'll know when you get back."
So I stopped talking.
Wang Youcai squeezed into the carriage and took a ride back to the Shen family.
The door is half open.
Someone is talking inside.
"Mr. Song is really talented. He can actually make clay pots out of some lumps of earth. He saved us a lot of money!"
"It all depends on the villagers themselves. I'll just talk..."
"Yes, yes, without you, I wouldn't be able to figure it out even if I racked my brains!"
Wang Youcai curled his lips and whispered to Chen Chunxing, "We're all here to make contributions, why are you treating us differently?"
Chen Chunxing ignored him, pushed open the door, and found that the yard was crowded with people.
Diao was talking to a middle-aged man with a fair face and no beard. He looked much younger than Wang Youcai, at most forty years old. He was wearing a starched and bleached long gown, and had the air of a scholar.
Wu Min was standing next to him. The little girl was holding a booklet in her hand, listening and taking notes, her expression serious but also excited.
In the corner.
Shen Zhixia sat on a small stool, staring intently at the smoking medicine pot, fanning the fire from time to time.
Little Lao Si was lying on the ground with his butt sticking out, and he and Wu Qing were looking for something.
The lamb, which had been raised for several months, pushed the two of them with its head, as if it felt that they were interfering with its grazing.
A fat cat jumped down from the roof lightly and landed in Chen Chunxing's arms, and called out to her twice.
Chen Chunxing lifted up Little Orange, looked between its legs, and casually handed it to Wang Youcai: "It's a male, it's fine. I'll arrange a sterilization package for the child some other day."
The orange cat struggled frantically.
“…”
Wang Youcai was nearly scratched in the face, and quickly let go of his hand, clutching his chest and shouting, "Family planning isn't popular these days. Please be kind and let it retain its dignity!"
Chen Chunxing shrugged.
Just kidding, there are no female cats in the village.
Everyone was surprised to see them come back, especially Diao, who patted Chen Chunxing on the back.
"You still remember to come back..."
Chen Chunxing quickly pointed outside the door and said, "Not only am I back, I've also brought a bunch of goodies with me."
Diao's mouth was immediately blocked, she glared at her, and hurried to help Maoping move things.
Take advantage of this opportunity.
Chen Chun walked up to the middle-aged man and said politely, "Sir, what is your name?"
Wang Youcai quickly replied, "Just call him Old Song. This old brother of mine is quite capable. He's taught at Imperial Capital University and specializes in geology. With him, you can finally dig up that iron ore."
The middle-aged man smiled good-naturedly, but his tone sounded familiar. "I heard there's a war going on here, and the conditions are bad. We're in need of weapons right now. There were a few young people in line ahead of me, but when the news got back, how could I give way? I had to talk a lot and explain things to those kids before I was able to cut in line..."
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