"I told you, don't follow me, don't follow me! My hometown is very poor!"
On a road in the mountains, the younger brother of the village chief Ma from Lame Ma Village was talking to his girlfriend. The two of them had just jumped off a donkey cart that was passing by, carrying large and small bags.
"But Polo, I have to come and see you! Otherwise, what will happen to our marriage in the future?"
The woman was not very pretty, but her smile made Marco's heart beat fast. The two of them were already at the stage of discussing marriage. Marco felt that having such a girlfriend who did not despise his poverty was the greatest happiness in his life.
As for why his girlfriend calls him Polo, it’s because that’s his nickname.
He was the youngest son of his parents who were old. Just in time to catch up with the trend, his parents decided to give him a foreign name to follow the fashion, and they asked around if there were any famous people in the foreign country named Ma.
As a result, some careless person said Marco Polo, so his name became Marco Polo.
But it’s okay to call him Marco Bo, after all, the most famous foreigner in the Ma family at that time was——
Actually his name is Marx.
Marco Bo couldn't imagine what it would be like to have that name.
Because the donkey cart was not on the right route, Marco and his girlfriend got off the cart halfway, pulling their suitcases and carrying their bags and bags, and rushed home...
He originally didn't want to go back to his hometown. After his parents passed away, his hometown became less meaningful to him. Although he had an older brother and an older sister, they all had their own families.
Now Marco's wish is to make money, buy a small house in Jing City, and live a peaceful life with his girlfriend.
But this wish does not seem to be easy to realize, because his current job as a security guard only pays 400 yuan a month. It cannot be said that buying a house is a long way off, but it can only be said that it is completely impossible.
The main reason he came back this time was that his brother said the village was distributing money, with each adult receiving more than a thousand yuan.
In fact, Village Chief Ma said something else, introducing him to a new job, but Marco automatically ignored it.
After all, what good jobs can be found in this remote area? They're worse than his job as a security guard!
"Polo, the scenery around you is so beautiful!" The girlfriend was carrying a travel bag, but she was looking at the surrounding scenery contentedly.
"How can the scenery be bad in an undeveloped place?"
Marco smiled self-deprecatingly. After being in the city for so long, he came to a conclusion: the more beautiful the scenery a place has, the poorer it is!
"Don't say that! Polo, I like it very much!"
Marco thought, if you grew up poor here, I wonder if you would like it. What's the use of beautiful scenery? Can beautiful scenery be used to make a living? This is a shabby place. There is not even a car in the countryside.
“Ding ding!”
Well……
The sudden sound of the whistle made Marco feel that the slap in the face came too fast, like a tornado. He turned around to avoid it and looked back, only to open his eyes wide in surprise. His girlfriend was even pulling at his sleeve.
"Polo! This car is so cute!"
The train stopped in front of Marco, and a familiar head popped out from the driver's seat:
"Polo? When did you come back?"
"Brother Xiaolong!?"
Marco looked at the driver Wang Yinlong in surprise. Wang Yinlong was wearing a blue uniform, which gave him a military-like temperament. For a moment, Marco almost didn't recognize him.
"Polo, are you going back to the village? Bring your things up here!"
"Ah? Oh oh!"
After loading all the bags into the car, the girlfriend curiously touched the car and asked Marco Polo: "Polo, didn't you say you are quite poor here? I have never heard of such a car in a poor place!"
Marco did not expect to encounter this "little train" on the way back. It was really puzzling... But to be honest, this little train goes well with the rural scenery.
"Brother Xiaolong, how did you get this?"
"This is my new job!" Wang Yinlong answered proudly.
"New job!?"
"Yes! I'm working in the Public Transportation Department of Tianya Village now!"
What?
What's with this name that sounds so outrageous?
However, Marco Bo had also heard that Tianya Village had soared and started to prosper after filming a certain TV program, but it wouldn't be as exaggerated as setting up a transportation division, right?
I wanted to ask more, but suddenly I saw Spider-Man busy on the hill beside the road, and asked curiously: "Brother Xiaolong, what are they doing?"
"Repairing the zip line for our village orchard."
"Orchard? Are you talking about the orchard on the hilltop of our village that no one wants?"
"Yeah, why else do you think I'd give you money? Oh, you came back to get the money this time, right?"
“Not all of them…”
Marco Bo also came back this time to visit relatives, because he didn't come back during the Chinese New Year last year, so he decided to make up for it, so he bought a lot of big and small bags, but at this time, he somehow remembered that his brother said he would introduce him to a job.
The train stopped in front of Quema Village. Wang Yinlong got off the train and said, "We'll have to walk the rest of the way. I can help you carry your bags!"
"Brother Xiaolong, don't you still have to go to work?"
"I'm just at work!"
Wang Yinlong gave Marcobo a reply that he didn't understand, and snatched the suitcase. Marcobo followed behind with some embarrassment, looked at the familiar village road, and said to his girlfriend:
"I told you right, didn't I? My hometown is very poor! Look at this road!"
"I think it's okay." The girlfriend couldn't help but say.
At this time, Wang Yinlong, who was walking in front, said, "This road will be widened soon, and the approval has been issued. Do you see that new road outside? When it is completed, we will come to our village to build it! In the future, cars can drive directly into the village!"
The girlfriend smiled at Marco, leaving him at a loss for words.
Their village is indeed very poor.
He was clearly telling the truth!
Marco thought that when his girlfriend saw the bleak conditions in the village, she would surely understand the meaning of the word "poverty" better.
Soon, we arrived at the village——
"Oh! There's a morning market in your village!"
My girlfriend looked around in surprise, there were vendors selling wontons, tofu, and even pork. There was no sign of poverty at all!
Ah this!
Marco looked towards the village. The mud houses were still the mud houses, the broken yards were still the broken yards, and the old crooked tree was still the old crooked tree. Clearly, there was no change in appearance. The village was still the same as he remembered the last time he left.
But the village entrance was bustling with people, coming and going, bargaining and talking and laughing...
Why, inexplicably, did it become prosperous?
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