"You will know if you go out and stroll the streets tonight!"

Nangong Ziyan shook her head and said.

There are some things that Nangong Ziyan is hard to say, so it is better to let her man go and see them by herself.

"good!"

Ye Rongyao nodded and said.

Since the hot springs were opened, the economy of the entire Taoyuan Village has developed rapidly. A village develops like a county town, with several prosperous streets.

In the past, when the old village chief and the others were still there, Ye Rongyao would still walk around the village. Since the old village chief and the others passed away, Ye Rongyao has basically rarely walked around the village.

After all, my identity and status are in my heart, and the villagers are very restrained when they see themselves and speak to them.

Especially at night, Ye Rongyao has not visited the village night market for several years.

"I'll go out for a walk that night, who will accompany me to go out for a walk?"

Ye Rongyao asked.

"I'm going to tell Zhuangzhuang stories tonight!"

Liu Qingqing said.

"I have to settle our family's income and expenditure this month tonight, and I can't accompany you to have a walk."

Liu Yifei also shook her head and said.

At the end of each month, Liu Yifei would calculate her family's income and expenses. She would not expect Liu Qingqing to have such a headache. If she asked her to calculate these accounts, she would not know if she was sold.

As for Ye Rongyao, he couldn't count on him. This is the biggest boss in the family.

Fortunately, Ye Piaoyue and the others were helping him at home, otherwise he would be exhausted by himself.

"Husband, we will report to the Beijing side tonight."

Nangong Ziyan said apologetically.

"Forget it, I'll go out alone!"

Ye Rongyao said depressedly.

...

It is September now, and it is a little darker. Last week, at seven o'clock, it was a little darker, but now it is a little over six o'clock, and the sky is completely dimmed. If there are no street lights, I basically look down on this road.

Ye Rongyao was playing with his son at home for a while and checked the time. It was already eight o'clock in the evening. He stood up and Ye Rongyao walked towards the village.

Walking out from the yard of Ye Rongyao's family, in order not to affect the yard of Ye Rongyao's family and not disturb the yard of Ye Rongyao's family, there is no building built in this area where the yard of Ye Rongyao's family is more than 1,000 meters, and there is still farmland.

But once you walk out of this area, it is like entering another world.

Under the night, there are tall buildings here and the streets are full of traffic. The crowds are like tides, with dazzling neon lights and trances. They are both fantastic and real.

The bar was shouting and indulging indulgent crowds, and the antique streets were flashing with advertising lights of famous beer.

If you don’t know that this is a village, you really think you have come to a downtown corner of a big city.

The night market did not cool down due to the cool breeze, and the silence of the night did not seem to have fallen above the night market. The night market is expanding, and the noise and lights ignited the restlessness in people's hearts.

Everyone's mouth is beating and muttering constantly. In short, you must not stop your mouth in such a lively place.

There is no need to mention the various products in the night market, but what attracts people will definitely not be the dazzling array of products, but all kinds of people.

A young man here stared at the beauty wearing a short skirt walking towards him. Seeing that the handsome guy over there was staring at the boss's long flowing hair, the night market seemed to have become an aesthetic place.

The food street on the other side was even more lively, with the crowds of people. When the cool breeze blows, it immediately turns into a heat wave, and it is mixed with the fragrance of various snacks. A stream of "mixed smell heat waves" blow to every corner of the night market, adding to the warmth of this night market that was already full of high fever.

"I really didn't expect that the night market in Taoyuan Village would be so lively!"

Seeing this scene, Ye Rongyao was extremely moved.

If time goes back ten years, Ye Rongyao really can't imagine that Taoyuan Village will develop so well and so prosperous one day.

However, Ye Rongyao likes quietness and does not like this noisy environment.

Ye Rongyao remembers that eight years ago, when he was visiting the night market in the village, he was still very calm at night. There were not many people on the streets, and food stalls and restaurants were more lively at night. At that time, there was no KTV, no bars or Internet cafes.

But now, there are all these, and there are more than one one, and even Ye Rongyao has seen a large cinema.

It seems that Taoyuan Village has developed too fast in recent years.

But for some reason, Ye Rongyao didn't like this kind of prosperity. Maybe he was really not young anymore.

That's right, people in their fifties still look young, like young men in their twenties and thirties, but their hearts are still old.

Ye Rongyao couldn't help but sigh.

In a corner of the night market, there was a place that seemed particularly quiet. It was the most suitable to describe it as a cold carriage in front of the door. However, when Ye Rongyao saw it, his eyes lit up.

I saw an inconspicuous small book stall in that corner, with a black carpet spread on the ground, and a book book was neatly placed on the street stall.

In front of the carpet, there were a few stools, and a few customers were watching with relish while taking advantage of the faint light. The boss looked like a literary young man with a beard.

And it is the kind of online author who has written many novels but is not appreciated, and has to make small profits by selling this book.

Ye Rongyao walked over and asked the book stall owner: "Boss, do you have this book?"

"No."

His answer was very low and even a little painful, as if it was from two worlds with the shouting of the night market outside.

"No?"

Ye Rongyao was a little disappointed.

"Do you like this book?"

Listening to Ye Rongyao's disappointed tone, the owner of the book stall raised his head and looked at Ye Rongyao and asked.

"Well, now there are too few books about good people. There are not many books, and they are basically eunuchs. I am still persisting in this book. I want to buy one to read it, which is also a support for the author. I hope he doesn't have eunuchs."

Ye Rongyao said.

"Thanks!"

The book stall owner said to Ye Rongyao gratefully.

"Thanks?"

Ye Rongyao couldn't help but be stunned.

"I...I am the author of this book."

The stall owner said embarrassedly.

"You... are the author?"

Ye Rongyao looked at the stall owner in shock and asked.

I didn't expect to meet a book stall owner on this street who actually wrote novels. He was a fellow traveler with me and I also wrote two novels.

"Yes, that book was written by me. Before writing this novel, many colleagues advised me not to write this kind of good man and good human books. Basically, I wrote one book after another. The lesson of the past is that one book after another is eunuch, but I am a stubborn person and went dark on the road. As a result, you can see it. For the sake of life, I can only set up a street stall. Unfortunately, there are fewer and fewer people reading books now, and the business is not good..."
Chapter completed!