Fang Yuan seemed to have not heard it clearly and asked again: "What's the name?"

"Boss, this place is called Shenglongkou." An employee quickly replied: "Shenglongkou Township has 16 villages under its jurisdiction, with a total area of ​​82 square kilometers, of which the cultivated land area accounts for half of the total area. It is a famous agricultural town..."

"Shenglongkou, Agricultural Township!" Fang Yuan pondered for a while and suddenly laughed: "It seems quite interesting."

While speaking, Fang Yuan took his hands and slowly headed towards the countryside. The remaining group of employees looked at each other and didn't think anything was interesting. But when the boss left, they didn't think much about it and followed.

When I returned to the village, someone naturally arranged a place to stay for them.

Although they are staying at the farmhouse, the owner is very enthusiastic. After all, the common people have a scale in their hearts, and they can distinguish right from wrong, know who is sincere in helping them and who is fooling others casually.

There is no doubt that with the leaders of the county town and a group of reporters interviewing, the villagers naturally understood that this matter must be taken seriously, otherwise it would not be explained. Someone helped build a bridge for free, and whoever refused was a fool.

Of course, when accepting help, you must accept favors and not turn against others. Therefore, in the village, Fang Yuan and others must have enjoyed high courtesy, and many people welcomed their arrival.

Fang Yuan and others were naturally very happy about this. After all, no one wanted to do things kindly, but they were given cold faces. The most important thing was that they knew in their hearts that at this time, the bridge repairs were also inseparable from the help of the villagers.

You need me, and I need you too. Then everyone is naturally harmonious and they wish they met too late...

But then again, Fang Yuan and his group had more than a dozen people. One family must not be able to receive them, so they need to be placed separately. However, as the boss who paid for the money, his treatment must be different from that of ordinary employees.

The village chief spoke in person and invited Fang Yuan to his home as a guest. He must have given this face.

To be honest, the village chief’s home is not very luxurious and high-end, it is nothing more than a blue brick house. However, compared with the mud tiled houses of other villagers, it is also a relatively comfortable "luxury house".

However, judging from the vicissitudes of the blue brick house, the house is obviously not the latest construction, and it has a history of at least decades. According to the village chief, it was the house left by his grandfather, a veritable ancestral home.

In fact, the village chief is not very old, only about forty. His father is still alive. He was an old man in his sixties. The old man is old but very strong and often goes to the fields to farm. He is responsible for taking care of a vegetable garden next to the house.

The old man was very happy about Fang Yuan's arrival. If he hadn't just drunk the wine, he would have to pull Fang Yuan to continue drinking a few drinks and talk about the family tradition.

The village chief's family was too enthusiastic. On the contrary, Fang Yuan felt a little embarrassed and responded unfamiliarly. The village chief also saw the clues. He was very understanding and smiled and led him to settle in the guest room.

The guest room is not spacious, about ten square meters, with a bed of 1.5 meters, and a small table and chairs. There are no furniture. There are quilts and pillows on the bed, all of which are new and very clean and tidy.

After all, there are people who have seen the world and have visited the county town for meetings. Naturally, they know that they say something: "The humble house is simple. If there is any place where you are not caring for, please forgive me."

"It's okay, this is already good, I'm disturbing you." Fang Yuan waved his hand, and what he said was true. After all, it's not easy to be able to free up a clean and tidy room in the countryside. Maybe someone in the village chief's house would have to squeeze in and sleep with.

The two of them were polite for a few words before the village chief retreated and asked Fang Yuan to rest.

He had nothing to say all night. Fang Yuan got up the next morning and had breakfast under the warm hospitality of the village chief. Then Bao Longtu came with a huge convoy of trucks. More than a dozen large trucks were parked next to the broken bridge. The trucks were full of steel and concrete stacked like mountains, and they were all materials for building bridges.

When the rural people heard the news, they naturally smiled and were very happy when they saw these materials. To be honest, they were completely at ease when they saw these things.

In fact, the people were not worried that Fang Yuan would not build the bridge, but were afraid that he would delay time. The bridge would last for a year or two, and only care about gaining fame and ignoring the urgent demands of the people. Now it seems that this concern is unnecessary. After all, the materials are now, even if Fang Yuan does not send someone to repair it, they can accomplish this.

You should know that in remote villages, due to the difficult living conditions, many villagers are experts in multiple jobs. They can cultivate land when they go to the fields, and they will have more work after going to the fields. Anyway, they are only related to food, clothing, housing and transportation, so the villagers will definitely understand a little.

Even the house can be built by itself, let alone a mere bridge.

Of course, the bridge built by the villagers themselves may not be as practical and beautiful as professional workers, but it is absolutely sturdy and durable and will not break easily.

For example, the stone bridge that was broken before was also built by the rural people themselves. It is said to be a product of more than a hundred years ago. However, due to the poor material of the stone, it was weathered, crisp and broken. Now with steel and cement support, some villagers are very confident that if the bridge built by them can last for at least three hundred years.

Fang Yuan smiled slightly and immediately announced in public that the workers who built the bridge would be recruited directly in the countryside. Everyone is welcome to sign up and participate. The wages will be settled daily...

After hearing this, the onlookers were stunned and immediately dispersed.

Seeing this, Fang Yuan was stunned and a little confused. But he didn't let him wait any longer. In the blink of an eye, the young and strong people in the village immediately flocked to him, surrounded him and rushed to sign up.

You should know that autumn is just now, and it is still early to harvest. The young and old men in the village are free and are thinking about finding something to do and earn some household income. Now there is a job close to home in front of you, so who doesn’t want to participate?

For a moment, there were crowds of people, so that Fang Yuan almost couldn't breathe. Fortunately, he was smart and instantly pushed the village chief out, saying that the matter was left to the village chief. Only when the disaster was invaded, he got rid of the predicament.

"I can't tell, your prestige is still quite high." Bao Longtu stood nearby, gloating and watching the fun.

Fang Yuan was sweating all over and wiped it with a tissue before sighing: "There is no way, being handsome is so charming."

"Don't talk nonsense." Bao Longtu looked at him and then looked around and said, "This river is not too turbulent, it can only be considered as flowing faster. Why should I build a bridge in this high terrain instead of a low terrain nearby?"

When the countryside comes out, two or three hundred meters away, it is a winding river. This river originates from the mountains and winds down along the watershed. It not only irrigates the farmland next to the village, but also serves as a source of water for the people of the countryside to wash clothes, rice and cook.

The river is relatively spacious, at least seven or eight meters long, and it is not shallow in depth. It can cover the knees of adults, and some even reach the waist. From the perspective of width and depth, it is necessary to build bridges and pass through.

The problem is that from the perspective of the location, the place where the bridge was built was the highest position in the entire village. Moreover, the width of the two sides of the shore was also the longest, at least 14 or 5 meters.

Building a bridge in a high and wide place will definitely increase a lot of manpower, material resources and financial resources. Bao Longtu naturally doesn’t care about this little money, but he just doesn’t understand why the rural people have to give up the easy and difficult?

In fact, Bao Longtu just said it casually, but someone explained it clearly: "Because every ten or eight years, there will be a big flood in the mountains. Lower places are flooded, and only by building bridges here can traffic be avoided."

"Um?"

Fang Yuan and Bao Longtu looked back and saw that the person talking was an old man. He was half bald, his hair was very gray and gray, his eyebrows were only a few of them, and he was holding a bamboo smoke pole that was at least half a meter long in his hand, which was unforgettable.

Fang Yuan blinked his eyes and hesitated: "Old man, who are you?"

"I am a barefoot doctor in the village." The old man explained: "I heard that it is lively here, so let's take a look."

Fang Yuan looked at it and then asked with a smile: "Old man, do you think there are floods in the village all year round?"

"It's not always year-round, but cycles." The old man shook his head and said, "Ten years per cycle, or eight years per cycle, and then the flood comes. If you ask the elderly in the village, they must know this phenomenon."

"When the flood comes, all the low-lying fields will be flooded. Only when bridges are built here and the flood cannot be flooded will they be safe and sound. This is the experience and lessons left by our ancestors, and we cannot change the place at will."

When the old man said this, his expression was a bit serious. He was obviously worried that Fang Yuan and Bao Longtu wanted to save trouble, and changed the location of the bridge repair, so he would be in trouble in the future.

Fang Yuan smiled immediately and promised: "Old man, don't worry. We didn't plan to make our own decisions on the bridge repair. We have always respected the opinions of local people very much. They said that we can do whatever we want..."

Fang Yuan didn't lie, he really thought so. After all, they do good deeds with good intentions, but they don't want to do bad deeds with good intentions. Every place has different folk customs. If you don't want to cause trouble, it is undoubtedly the best choice to follow the local customs.

"That's good..." the old man nodded with satisfaction.

At this moment, a commoner in the village came over and immediately shouted in surprise: "Hagong, why are you here?"

"Hagong, have you gone down the mountain?"

"Haku, come to my house for lunch."

In an instant, the people who were turning around the village chief left half of the way, and then rushed towards this side quickly.

Seeing this situation, Fang Yuan was also a little surprised. He did not expect that the old man in front of him had such a high prestige among the villagers, which was obviously several streets higher than the village chief's prestige.

Even the village chief was about to come here obediently, and shouted with a smile: "Master Eighth, are you here?"

"I'm idle, I heard that I'm going to build a bridge, so I'll come down and take a look." The old man said casually, but his seemingly ordinary tone had an unusual demeanor. (To be continued, please search for astronomy, the novel is better and faster!

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