The cold weather, the surrounding environment is white, and the old stilted building is covered with a layer of white clothing.

The majestic snow-capped mountains are surrounded by this stockade.

White snow particles fell on the fur collars of the cotton clothes of those people, and the leaders shivered from the cold.

The Jieshanzhai opened its door today, and any cow, ghost, snake and god can come in to take a look, where did these little leaders come from?

And think about it, what age is this, what kind of thoughts are the young people now, who are really not as good as an old man who came from the war years?

All the nations, good things, and bad things are all classified as feudal superstitions, and they must be banned, so why don't these little leaders go and burn down the Forbidden City?

The country should not make any costume dramas anymore, so what has been very popular recently, "XXX Legend" and "XX Legend" are all banned.

Qi Ruiyuan glared at the little leaders angrily, and immediately asked Qi Zihan for his mobile phone and called his old comrades-in-arms in the imperial capital.

On the other end of the phone, he mentioned the development of this small mountainous area.

The other party looked dazed and asked:

"My son is a Beijing official, and I want you to meddle in such a distant matter, I said Lao Qi, don't you think it's overkill?"

"You don't talk nonsense, the leaders in the provincial city, I'm afraid they can't suppress this evil wind, you let your son take care of it, develop a fart, develop a fart, a word, you don't help Lao Tzu with this, don't think about Lao Tzu playing chess with you again in the future." ”

"Playing chess?" the other party laughed out loud, "Old Qi Tou'er, I didn't say you, how long have you been missing? I don't know people, I still think you're dead, you haven't bubbled for so long, you ran into that place, what are you doing there?"

"Hey, hey, hey, I'll tell you......"

It's good that the other party didn't mention it, but as soon as he mentioned it, Qi Ruiyuan was like firing a machine gun, crackling and pouring out all the things he had been doing here during this time.

He showed off how he captured foreign enemies in this remote area, how he shuttled through the primeval jungle, and his old comrades-in-arms in the imperial capital let out envious sighs again and again.

"That, Lao Qi, what do you want me to do for you, where is the address? Tell me in detail, I promise to handle it for you." ”

The old soldier of the imperial capital, holding a landline microphone, his eyes rolling in his sockets.

After asking where Qi Ruiyuan was now, he quickly hung up Qi Ruiyuan's phone, and called a few of his comrades-in-arms who played the most chess on weekdays.

"I've found the old Qi leader, he has a situation there, put on the equipment and prepare to fight!"

"Roger! Gather your comrades immediately!"

On the phone, a sonorous voice came.

In the capital, this night, several retired generals disappeared at the same time, these old soldiers who had fought bloodily all their lives and should have enjoyed themselves in the capital, all of them ran away from the big villa with high beds and soft pillows and luxurious and gorgeous overnight......

Minister of the Armed Forces, a white head overnight!

And here, Qi Ruiyuan, who successfully stirred up the development plan of this mountainous area, returned the mobile phone in his hand, which was disgusted to death, to Qi Zihan.

Then he came to Qin Yuxi's side with a proud face, and reported Qin Yuxi's matter like an invitation.

Qin Yuxi had just finished kowtowing, and after handing over the soul-chasing flute in her hand to the sixth master, her role was completed.

The sixth master will take the soul-chasing flute, take the whole village to the totem pole and go through some tedious scenes, and then hold a patriarchal meeting with the patriarch of the eighteen villages to discuss the common development of the eighteen villages in this mountainous area.

The next home field is the new patriarch of the sixth master, and the patriarch of the remaining seventeen villages, their home field

The process was silently recorded by the lenses of Director Su and Su Mulian.

While recording, Director Su's heart, for some reason, has a sense of pathos.

The pace of social development is getting faster and faster, and the common development of this mountainous area was once in the hands of these eighteen old patriarchs.

But now, the power in the hands of these eighteen old patriarchs is no more than Er'er.

They used to walk hand in hand in troubled times, leading the mountain people in this mountainous area to resist the invasion of foreign enemies and protect the old and weak women and children in the village.

The solemnity and solemnity of this succession ceremony precisely reflect the unity of this mountainous area in the past, and the glory of being the patriarch of a clan.

But only once.

In this increasingly materialistic society, money has gradually replaced everything, and the rich, in front of the poor, has an invincible sense of superiority, whether you are a patriarch or a golden flower, as long as people are poor, no one looks down on them.

And after the death of this generation of patriarchs, which young man is willing to stay in the depths of this mountain, living year after year, day after day?

When Director Su was filming these, he kept asking himself in his heart, he felt that these things in his hands could be made more in-depth, more heartfelt, and introspective.

In the village, the people who had finished watching the excitement were not interested at all, listening to the eighteen old guys talk about how this mountainous area is developing.

After the process of Jinhua was over, everyone got bored and turned to someone to play cards.

A few leaders who stayed in the Jieshan Cottage had no interest in the meeting of the eighteen patriarchs such as the Sixth Master, especially the county magistrate of Nakang, who said with disdain:

"How to develop? It's not the turn of these people to decide. ”

"That's it!"

The small leader in charge of development, followed by the county magistrate Kang,

"It's not the society they thought it was anymore, these mountain people are too ignorant, sitting in a well and watching the sky, and their thinking has great limitations, and they can't discuss anything at all. ”

For this mountainous area, especially for Jieshanzhai, there are already foreign investment companies that are willing to spend a lot of money to make this a tourist attraction.

Everything will be the most advanced in the world today, and all the stilted buildings will be bulldozed, and the people in the world will need to move away.

So now these patriarchs of the eighteen villages are sitting together seriously and discussing, it is all in vain, and the county magistrate Kang also allows them to continue to entertain themselves for a while in their own limited cognition.

Then, thinking of Qin Yuxi, the county magistrate of Nakang turned around again and said solemnly to several small leaders:

"Their golden flower, these things have to be banned, don't wait for the developer to come, all you see is some feudal superstition. ”