Long-lasting memories are mobilized.

Wang Hui walked to the villagers with a smile and greeted each other.

I’m talking about my own embarrassment, and I’m talking about the stories in the village.

Finally, I would like to ask two questions about how the respected elderly people in the village have recently.

Soon, the strangeness disappeared.

After all, Wang Hui grew up here since childhood.

Root, here.

Several village slips came to Wang Hui with their eyes flashing.

One of them laughed and said, "Shanzi, it seems that you are rich, are you?"

"Haha, the girl I brought is also pretty good!"

Wang Hui turned to see the virtues of these people.

They all had their chests and backs exposed, their feet were tucked with sandals, and cigarettes were stuffed into their ears.

His eyes kept sweeping around Shen Feifei. Looking at the posture, he wanted to strip her naked with his eyes.

Wang Hui sneered: "Where are you looking at?"

"Look at a lot of pieces of meat!" A village slipper chuckled.

"Shanzi, you won't invest any money for the village to build a factory?" Another slinger shook his eyebrows at Wang Hui.

No one said anything else to the rest of the villagers.

After all, the village is still poor. If Wang Hui really can do it, maybe everyone will get the best of them?

"Build a factory? What do you do? You can't pay your money to death!" Wang Hui would not give these sneakers a good look.

This kind of a second-class man in the village has been a virtue since he was a child.

"Aunt San, can you tell me that over the years, who helped me take care of the ancestral tomb of the Wang family?" Wang Hui turned around and asked an elderly woman.

"Li Dalong, the eldest son of the widow at the village head, and his wife go up the mountain to clean every year."

The big surnames in the village are one king and one Li.

However, the Wang family gradually declined.

After Wang Hui and his family left, there was basically no left in the village.

However, the ancestral tomb and the Wang family's ancestral tomb have not been moved away on the mountain.

Over the years, it has been entirely managed by the Li family.

"When I come back this time, I want to put the ashes of the old couple in my family into the ancestral grave. Are there any stonemasons in the village?" Wang Hui asked.

"Yes, Li Dalong will do it himself!" Second Aunt pointed casually, "Hang a bunch of corn at the door and it will be his house!"

"Feifei, park your car into the village and let's go and visit!" Wang Hui said to Shen Feifei.

The two got into Q7 and walked around for a while before they got

On the other end of the village, drove in.

The car parked in the small square in front of the village committee, and Wang Hui took Shen Feifei toward Li Dalong's house.

In this small mountain village where I didn’t know anyone, Shen Feifei was in a very relaxed mood, as if she was on vacation with Wang Hui.

She held Wang Hui's hand without any scruples, looked left and right, looking like she had never seen the world before.

"Brother Hui, is this where you grew up?"

"It's much better than when I was a child, at least the land has hardened!" Wang Hui pointed the cement floor with his toes and smiled, "When I was a child, the village was full of land. When it rained, it felt so sour and refreshing!"

"Brother Hui, I will meet that Li Dalong soon, what are you going to do?" Shen Feifei asked.

"I know Li Dalong's mother, I still know them. They are orphans and widows. My parents often help Li Dalong's family at that time, so it's a bit intriguing."

"Wow, your family is so loving." Shen Feifei said.

Wang Hui said lightly: "Isn't that the saying goes - there are many difficult things for widows, so you don't need to take a cart! At that time, my dad said, if you can, you can help, even if you accumulate virtue."

Shen Feifei looked at Wang Hui, and the like in her eyes could not be hidden.

If you have kind parents, you will naturally have kind children.

The two of them held hands and walked to Li Dalong's door while chatting.

Wang Hui was about to knock on the door when the door opened.

A woman in her fifties was carrying a basket and preparing to go out.

"Who are you looking for?" The woman said in confusion when she saw Wang Hui and the other two.

"Aunt Li, I am Xiao Shanzi!" Wang Hui said with a smile.

"Ah? Xiao Shanzi?" The woman was stunned, looked at Wang Hui carefully twice, and slapped her thigh, "Oh, it's really Xiao Shanzi! Come and go into the house with me!"

The woman is the widow who is often helped by Wang Hui's family.

Seeing the other party’s passionate look, Wang Hui slowly let go of his heart.

It seems that this relationship is still there!

Nowadays, let alone repaying kindness, there are so many people who pretend you don’t know each other in person.

However, now it seems that Wang Hui is thinking too much.

...

Just when Wang Hui had just entered the widow's home, the long-faced bald head and glasses also drove into the village.

The villagers looked at each other.

There are no outsiders coming from adults in the village, so today there are only two groups.

The car parked at the entrance of the village.

The three got out of the car and were equipped with outdoor equipment.

The bald man walked to the villagers with a smile, introduced himself, saying that the three of them were outdoor activities enthusiasts.

"We heard a long time ago that the mountain behind the village is worth climbing, so we came here." The bald man smiled, "But we are not very familiar with this mountain, like the terrain and the path, and we were blinded. Please tell us, it won't be in vain!"

The bald man took out two hundred dollar bills from his arms and shook them.

Two village runners rushed up immediately and each one grabbed one.

"We'll tell you!"

The bald man laughed in his heart, it’s easy to have money.

"Okay, besides these, are there any taboos, or are there any cemeteries or mounds on the mountain? Let's tell us together that we can avoid it." The bald man said very reasonably.

"Yes, there is a mountain on the mountain, which is the ancestral tomb of the old Wang family. I will draw it for you at that time!"

Village Liuzi didn't know the purpose of these three people, so he just said it.

The bald man exchanged a wink with the two accomplices.

That's how things were done.

"Thank you so much!" The bald head narrowed his eyes with a smile.

After drawing the general map and marking the location of the ancestral tomb, the bald and the other three proposed to walk around the village, see the scenery, and find a guide.

Who doesn’t like the three old men who give money with their hands up?

Immediately, a villager took the initiative to take the job.

The three of them followed the villagers around the village, taking a few photos from time to time, making it look like a traveler.

When passing by the middle of the village, I saw Audi stopping on the small field.

Wang Hui was not seen.

The three of them quietly exchanged a wink.

"Yo, your village is OK, there are people driving Q7." The bald man pretended to be surprised.

"It's not included in our village. Xiao Shanzi moved out with his parents in the early years. This time he came back to deliver ashes to the old couple." The villagers said casually.

"Why didn't you go up the mountain?" asked the bald man again.

"Don't you have to carve a stele? They should go to Li Dalong's house!" The villagers still answered honestly, "Li Dalong is the stonemason in the village, and others can't do this."

"Craftsmen are amazing now!" The bald man exclaimed deliberately, "Where is his family? I have time to visit him, maybe I can buy some good things!"

"He is just a stonemason, not as good as you said. His family is the village head." The villagers pointed without warning.
Chapter completed!