It was a face similar to that of a middle-aged old man.

Jiang Weiguo has 6 elder brothers, and it is naturally self-evident who this chef Jiang of the state-run hotel is.

Jiang Feng's whole person was stunned in place, his feet seemed to be fixed on the ground, and he looked at Master Jiang in a daze, and his heart set off a turbulent wave.

This look, surnamed Jiang, can't be wrong!

The old man still has relatives alive!

In 1987, he became a chef in a state-run restaurant in the provincial capital of Shudi!

Master Jiang was holding a plate of braised pork in his hand, smiling, a little fat, but much thinner than the middle-aged old man.

Jiang Feng wanted to take two more looks, but he was hit by an invisible wall and asked him to catch up with Han Guishan.

Jiang Feng had no choice but to give up, secretly wrote down the signboard style of the state-run hotel, and staggered forward to catch up with Han Guishan.

When he was young, Han Guishan only admitted death, and said that he would go to Y County when he went to Y County. Wang Jing said that there are 60 miles of roads, most of which are mountain roads, the mountain roads are rugged, and it is not easy to walk with shoes, not to mention that Han Guishan is still holding two large snakeskin bags of goods, which is even more difficult.

Jiang Feng will not be tired, hungry or thirsty in his memory, except that the road is not very easy to walk and there are some obstacles, he has no feeling for the length of the road.

Han Guishan is different, he is walking in a down-to-earth manner, wearing the new cloth shoes that his fifth sister gave him, and he is worried that the shoes will be worn out on the mountain road halfway through, so he takes off his shoes, and walks all night, when the sky is bright, Han Guishan finally walked to the county seat.

Y County is much more dilapidated than the provincial capital, and Han Guishan's feet originally had very thick calluses, and they were still cut out of blood by the stones and weeds on the road. As if he didn't feel it, he patted the mud off his feet and put on his shoes.

It was still very early, and Han Guishan sat on the side of the street waiting for the shop to open.

Restlessly, he repeatedly opened the mouth of the snakeskin bag to see the contents inside.

After waiting for I don't know how long, people began to go out, and shops began to open. Jiang Feng thought that Han Guishan would ask from door to door like he had done in the provincial capital before, but he stopped an old lady in shabby clothes.

"Auntie, I want to ask if you have any wild vegetable dumplings at home, can you sell me a few?" Han Guishan stopped the old lady and asked.

The eldest lady was stunned for a moment, and then vigilantly looked at Han Guishan's whole body several times.

Han Guishan's dress is not enough to look at in Shencheng, but it is already fashionable in Y County, although the dust and dust are embarrassed, and the two snakeskin bags in his hands are also very dirty, but it is enough for the eldest lady to give him a little trust.

"My family only has cornmeal, but there is no fine grain like white flour, a dime a piece. The eldest lady and the lion opened her mouth.

"Yes, yes, I just need cornmeal, five. "Han Guishan didn't have the money to go to the restaurant to buy dry food.

"My son is at home, don't mess around, you just wait here. The eldest lady warned.

The eldest lady hurried home, and not long after, she brought a coarse cloth bag, which contained five small cornmeal and wild vegetable balls. After the eldest lady took the money, she took the coarse cloth away, for fear that Han Guishan would regret it and run away.

Han Guishan ate two dumplings on the spot, and was a little choked, so he took out a towel to wrap the remaining three dumplings and dragged the snakeskin bag inside.

Han Guishan asked many people about the farther and more remote villages in the vicinity, and begged for a bowl of water from a family to drink, and the person who was still begging for water sold a tin frog for 3 yuan.

After asking about a dozen people, Han Guishan chose a village and set off again.

This walk lasted more than two days, and it was more difficult than the previous night road, almost all of which were mountain roads, small paths, and some dirt roads at the beginning, and all the wild roads that were stepped on by human feet at the back. On the way, he touched the river, so he stopped to drink some water, and when it was dark, he ate a corn dumpling, except in the middle of the night, when he was really sleepy and couldn't walk, he just found a tree and slept for a few hours, basically without rest, and kept walking.

Jiang Feng was a little skeptical, whether he was walking with the map he got when he asked for directions before or by feeling, this road didn't look like there were people at all, and he was even a little afraid that Han Guishan would get lost in the barren mountains and old forests.

At this time, there were still a lot of barren mountains in Shu.

In this way, Han Guishan walked for two more days.

Because he only slept in the middle of the night, and he was on the mountain, Jiang Feng didn't dare to go far, Han Guishan leaned against the tree to sleep, and Jiang Feng sat next to him in a daze.

He couldn't guess what Han Guishan was thinking.

It's just that because of Wang Jing's words, he trekked through mountains and rivers, bent on going to the farthest village that even the merchant didn't want to go to.

Jiang Feng didn't want anything else now, he just hoped that this memory could last until Han Guishan returned to the provincial capital, and hoped that Han Guishan could go to that state-run hotel again, so that he could judge the location of the state-run hotel so that he could go back to find his relatives.

In the early morning of the third day, Han Guishan woke up and ate the last dumpling, and continued to carry the snakeskin bag on the road.

He didn't make a noise along the way, didn't speak, didn't even talk to himself, like a silent wooden man, he only knew how to keep moving forward.

In the middle of the afternoon, Jiang Feng finally saw the village.

This kind of village in the deep mountains, not only motor vehicles can't get in, but even bicycles can't get in, you have to rely on your feet to get in and out, and there are no outsiders at all on weekdays.

There was a child playing with mud at the entrance of the village, Han Guishan saw this and dragged the snakeskin bag forward, and said with a pleasant face: "Little friend, I am a merchant, I want to ask if this is the Anhe Production Brigade?"

When the boy who was playing with the mud heard the word merchant, he jumped up and jumped up, and did not answer his question at all, but ran back to the village like a small cannonball, shouting as he ran: "The merchant is here, the merchant is here!"

Han Guishan was stunned by him.

After a while, the entrance of the village was full of people, and everyone watched Han Guishan as well as watching Fat Da.

No, this is Shudi, and a merchant like Han Guishan may be even rarer than Fatda.

"Where's the merchant? I'm the captain here. The captain, who was in his fifties but looked much older than his actual age, shouted loudly before the villagers made way for him.

"Hello, I'm a merchant, ah, no, my surname is Han, and I'm here to sell goods. Han Guishan saw that the production captains were actually here, and hurriedly said, "May I ask if this is the Anhe production team?"

Han Guishan spoke, and the crowd of onlookers who were originally quietly watching was like a bomb thrown into a pond, and it boiled all at once.

"It's really a merchant, how many years have we not been a merchant in our village?"

"What do you think this merchant sells?

"Mom, I want candy. ”

"The Anhe Brigade is more remote than our village, why did he go to the Anhe Brigade?"

"You say ......"

"Ahem!" The captain coughed dryly twice, everyone quieted down, it seems that the captain is still quite authoritative among the villagers, "Han Shanglang, the Anhe production brigade still has to walk more than ten miles to the west, we are the barley production brigade, where are you going to go relatives?"

"No, I sell goods. Han Guishan said.

The crowd was in a commotion again.

"What are you doing in the Anhe brigade, how good it is to sell it here!"

"That's it, Anhe's brigade is so poor that they can afford to buy things, what is this merchant thinking. ”

"Ahem. The captain motioned for everyone to be quiet, and said to Han Guishan with a smile: "Han merchant, you may not know much about our situation here, you may not be able to sell the food there when the Anhe Brigade failed last year, what do you think of us?"

A fine light flashed in the captain's eyes, in the past few years, the wind and rain have been smooth, and the various production teams have not had a bad harvest, but they don't even have a supply and marketing cooperative, and the nearest supply and marketing cooperatives have to walk a day and a night on the mountain road. Finally, a foreign merchant came, how could he let him go to the Anhe Brigade for nothing.

Jiang Feng was on the side, watching the captain and Han Guishan not talk about the topic, and the two of them were playing Tai Chi in front of everyone, and they felt a little funny.

Han Guishan has walked the mountain road for two days, his mind has been enlightened, and he has learned to wait for the price and sell.