Sour Xing said, you also know the cause and effect of this kind of thing. said and agreed, one handsome covered a hundred ugliness, one good and one good. If it is smashed, where will the faces of this family be placed, and how will you work with xylophone. You have to think about these things. Don't ruin your future just for the sake of your own Ye'er.

The sour apricot woman is also worried, and I also think that you are setting yourself on fire. The relationship between our two families has eased a little easier, just like the original muddy waters, so that you have to clarify slowly. Isn't it getting muddy now that it's mixed up again? It's just a matter of dirtying my face and your father's claws, who told us to be sorry for others first, and it's not the same thing if you don't have an old face. You can't afford to lose your face. There are some things in our family that we have to rely on you.

Feng'er understood what her in-laws meant, and she couldn't help but let Ye'er follow Jing'er, but she was afraid that the resentment she had in the past would be too deep, and she would lose the face of the family. Thinking about it this way, I have a little bottom in my heart. Feng'er replied, I'll try it too, and if it doesn't work, I'll pull it down. It's not that our Ye'er did something unseemly, smeared and planted stolen goods for Jing'er's family, and made the family suffer wrongs and grievances.

The two of them just looked at Feng'er worriedly, not knowing what to say.

Feng'er finally found this opportunity. It was on the way back to the village after a meeting with the two xylophones to the commune.

At this time, the solar term has been frost for many days. The mountain wind is getting colder and harder. The whistling wind swept through the jungle treetops and echoed over the towering hills. The dead leaves on the branches shivered and struggled in the cold wind, and struggled to cling to the swaying branches. Finally, he couldn't catch the skin of his mother, so he fell to the ground helplessly. Tumbling a few times in the wind, he lay desperately in the mountain soil covered with the moisture of the leylines. Waiting for death, waiting for decay, waiting for incarnation nutrients, becoming another form of existence. Then it hurriedly burrows into the maternal vessel, dips into the epidermis of the tall branches, transforms into sprouts, and begins a new round of rebirth.

As far as the eye can see, the continuous mountain peaks are covered with scaly wounds, and the steel-like rocks are abrupt and hideous. The original colorful leaves, the color has been lost, and only the remnants of red and green in the east and west are left, which are already light and colorful. It's like a tattered tablecloth, set up on the hillside, which can cover the most embarrassing part of the almost ** body. is deadlocked, and refuses to show people easily.

Walking in such a situation, the two are still full of interest and talking. Xylophone and Feng'er were thinking about preparing to repair the mountain road this winter.

According to Xylophone's plan, all the laborers of the whole village should be mobilized to go into battle, spread out a big stall, and build this narrow and curved mountain road into a straight and wide road. The road surface is not less than four meters wide, allowing unimpeded access to large vehicles such as cars and tractors. For this reason, the two of them specially found the person in charge of the commune management project and asked him to help contact the technical personnel engaged in the bridge and highway project in the county to give a design budget and see how much labor, money and time would be needed to complete it.

This is a bold idea and a move, and the prospects are very promising. However, once it works, it is bound to be extremely difficult. In terms of labor, even if all the labor force in the whole village is opened, it will only be a few hundred people. To open up this mountain road that is more than ten miles long is tantamount to a fantasy. Exactly how much money will be needed is still unknown. For the people of Xinghua Village, it is completely certain that it will be an astronomical number. Can the small Xinghua Village afford it? As for timing, it doesn't seem to need to be thought about too much. The villagers have plenty of time. In addition to fiddling with one's own one-third of an acre, there is no other use. The apricot grove is managed by the collective. This year, without exception, the whole village willingly handed over their apricot trees to the technical team for management, and even the sour apricots, Zhenfu, Zhenshu and Maolin brothers were also handed over. Therefore, the personnel are relatively concentrated, and the time is easy to arrange. In this way, among the three necessary elements, the xylophone only has a chance of winning in time. The personnel seems to be thin, and it can be said that it is so-so. Only funding is a big problem. I don't know exactly how much we need or how to raise it. Once the funds are gone, all measures are just talk on paper and all are utopian.