After grinding and washing, it was already afternoon, Long Peng was thinking about how to take care of this mansion, and the mobile phone roared: "The courier is coming, the courier is coming......"

Long Peng was overjoyed and hurriedly pressed the answer button.

Before coming back, he had already considered the worst-case scenario of his ancestral home, and placed various orders in advance, from firewood, rice, oil, salt, snacks and drinks, to sewage pipes and gardening tools, large and small.

It took more than half an hour to receive the huge and miscellaneous materials, and the whole guest hall was almost full, so I opened the box of functional drinks, took the bottle and threw it to the courier, listened to him complain a few words, and then sent him away with a smile.

After opening the snack box and eating a late lunch, Long Peng immediately took action, first opened all the doors and windows for ventilation, sprayed a round of herbicide on the weeds around the courtyard and the mansion, and then waved a hoe to re-bury various sewage pipes, checked that there was no problem with a round of wires, and then installed a water pump on the water pipe well laid by Uncle Yang, who maintained the mansion in the early years, connected a hose and a high-pressure water gun, and began to wash the mansion inside and out.

When the sun was about to set, Long Peng basically took care of the ancestral house up and down, and also found that there was a nest of wasps and two nests of swallows upstairs.

The dust on the walls was washed away, and the mansion looked more and more quaint, and the wisteria flowers stained with water beads sparkled in the glow, and the strong contrast impact made the dragon surging from time to time in a trance.

When the water gun washed himself sweating profusely again, and when his stomach growled, Long Peng realized that he hadn't tossed the kitchen, and the light interface in the mansion was an old-fashioned bayonet, and the energy-saving lamp he bought was useless.

Original bulb ...... It's either broken or it's gone.

As for the light pipes and other lighting, they should not be installed randomly for the time being, so as not to cause damage to the mansion.

Pouting, Long Peng picked up a few biscuits and nibbled out the door.

The village road passes under the upper village, and on the other side of the road is the lower village.

Xiacun is the most densely populated area in the whole Yangtian Village, with more than 500 households located on the east side of this area, most of the other directions are paddy fields, and a little further away are other settlements.

Therefore, the largest grocery store, or supermarket, in the entire Yangtian Village is just off the village road between the upper and lower villages.

The five-storey building where the supermarket is located is the tallest building in Yangtian Village, covering an area of more than 200 square meters.

After all, it is the home of the richest man in Yangtian Village.

Outside the supermarket is an open space, with a few low square tables and beach chairs, and two American-style billiard tables on one side, at which time many people are already playing and chatting, and the second floor is brightly lit, and the sound of mahjong is heard from time to time.

When Long Peng arrived, he also attracted everyone's attention, and they all looked at him curiously, and one of the sturdy men in his forties and almost fifty years old was even more sparkling, sitting on a beach chair and staring at him, looking like he wanted to see him through.

Long Peng's eyes patrolled, but he didn't find a few young people, knowing that this village was no different from other villages, it seemed to be getting more and more glamorous, but in fact, it was getting more and more dull.

The only thing that makes people feel that there is still some vitality and hope is those innocent and lively left-behind children.

After working for most of the day, there was some back pain, and Long Peng was not in a hurry, so he found a beach chair and collapsed, staring blankly at the few burning clouds left in the sky.

The middle-aged man with a meaty face and a scar on his face looked at him like a dead fish and rotten eel, his brows furrowed a little more, and he was about to go over to ask, when a yellow-haired young man on the billiard table had already walked over and slapped his palm on Long Peng's shoulder: "Man, come to a cigarette." ”

The middle-aged man stopped his movements and watched how Long Surging cope.

The yellow-haired young man is a well-known second son in the village, who steals chickens and dogs on weekdays, and he has long been unaware of how many times he has entered the palace, and he is notoriously shameless and difficult.

Long Peng glanced at him, without twisting his head: "No cigarettes, no money, no beer." Get away from me. ”

The yellow-haired young man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly couldn't get off the stage, so he bent his neck and whispered: "Boy, are you from out of town? Yangtian Village is my Huang Er's territory, don't be embarrassed." ”

Long Peng finally tilted his head to look at him, and sneered: "What are you?"

He has reason to believe that Yang Bo, who was taking care of his ancestral house, died of a sudden illness, and when the ancestral house was unmanaged, it was 100% people like Huang Lao Er in front of him who emptied the things inside.

He didn't find out who did it, these people should burn high incense and provoke him?

Huang Laoer's face turned red instantly, and he was about to fight when he raised his hand, but a broken cry had already come from there: "Huang Laoer, what are you going to do?!"

With the shouting, the middle-aged man walked over quickly, staring at Huang Laoer's eyes full of hatred.

Huang Lao Er put down his hand hatefully, lowered his voice and said fiercely: "You wait, see how long Zhang Laozuo can protect you." ”

Long Peng didn't pay attention to his words, but looked at the middle-aged man, Zhang Laozuo in Huang Laoer's mouth.

"Get out. ”

Zhang Laozuo kicked Huang Lao's second ass, kicked him a stumbling side, and almost didn't fall a dog to rob shit.

Long Peng ignored Huang Erlaizi, who fled in embarrassment, and looked the middle-aged man up and down, unable to imagine that in this year, there was still a road in this village, and the people who roared when they saw the injustice.

Didn't that guy say that Yangtian Village was his territory?

That's it?

"Thank you, big brother. Long Peng nodded to him.

"No thanks. The middle-aged man grinned: "My name is Zhang Yi, the director of public security in Yangtian Village." Everyone calls me Lao Zuo. ”

"No wonder that guy is so scared of you. Long Peng nodded again: "Long Peng." ”

"Long Peng?"

Zhang Laozuo was stunned for a long time before coming back to his senses, and pointed to the slope behind him: "Shangcun Long's house?"

Long Peng nodded for the third time: "Kamimura Long's family." ”

Looking up and down at Long Surging for a while, Zhang Laozuo said with a little emotion: "Long family, no one has come back for a long time." ”

Long Peng smiled and didn't speak, he knew that Zhang Laozuo meant something, but it was the grudge between his grandparents and the old people in the village, half a century had passed, and it had long since faded.

At least Long Peng didn't want to explore and ask any more.

"Director Zhang, please be seated. ”

Long Peng pulled out the beach chair on one side, took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket and handed it over: "I'll come back for a few days, it's fine." ”

Zhang Laozuo sat down and took the cigarette, lit it and spit it out before asking, "Is your family okay?"

Hearing his hesitant tone, Long Peng was stunned for a moment, knowing that he had misunderstood, and he didn't bother to explain, so he turned the cigarette between his fingers before saying, "It's good." ”

After speaking, he didn't continue on this topic, raised his hand and shouted to the girl who was swiping her mobile phone in the supermarket: "Sister, help make instant noodles, mushroom pork ribs flavor." ”

Zhang Laozuo looked at him, opened his mouth to speak, swallowed it back hard, and looked down at the cigarette in his hand.

Ten dollars a pack.