Although the countryside is a little poor, it is still very common to do big things, and every family has one or two laborers, and the team is a bit vast.

Leader Mao said that there is great power in numbers. There is a distance of about five kilometers from Zhangjiazhai to the outside intersection, and with the efforts of so many people, it can be done in one or two days.

The team was divided into two groups, one of which was dedicated to the ditch and the other was responsible for the road surface.

Ditches are important, and there are many rainy days in the south. If the rainwater cannot be digested in time, the road surface will be soaked, and no matter how good the road surface is, it will be washed back to its original shape by the rain.

Zhang Fan suggested that every other distance, dig up the road surface and build a dark channel to divert the rainwater in time.

Only in this way can the timely digestion of rainwater be ensured in the case of heavy rain.

However, in this way, the cost will increase. The old village chief hurriedly calculated whether it was enough money.

Seeing that they began to be embarrassed after calculating, Zhang Fan did not hesitate to throw in another 5,000 to increase the budget. This section of the road is determined to be done well, as long as the traffic is done well, his next plan will be better implemented.

Therefore, he is not stingy with that money. The road is repaired, and it will benefit him the most.

Don't talk about others, even Uncle Zhang Liye is extremely painful when he sees this, although the money is from his nephew, but it is also so generous that it makes people feel distressed, right?

The old village chief was also shocked, but they didn't expect Zhang Fan's determination to be so great.

According to what they knew, the fifteen thousand in front of him were donated by three people on the surface. But when it comes to really thinking about it, it is actually Zhang Fan who took it out himself. Add these 5,000 yuan, which is 20,000 yuan.

"Okay, do a good job of these roads, I will build a road monument in the village and engrave everyone's contributions. The old village chief said.

The good deeds that benefit the village and future generations need to be recorded.

Hearing this, the uncle smiled, spending some money to buy fame, it is not the patent of the rich in the city. In their country, they also hope to live for generations.

"Good fellow, he's the kid who has this kind of courage. The village official smiled.

Ordinary bricks cost only two or three cents a piece, and 5,000 yuan can pull more than 20,000 yuan to turn back, and it is not a problem to repair some secret passages. How much is still missing, and their village cadres will also find a way.

No one wants this road to be repaired a little more than their village cadres.

"Young people's brains are flexible, and we haven't thought about cultivating the dark path before, so the idea is very good. It is very unrealistic to rely on a single ditch to digest rainwater. The more the village officials looked at Zhang Fan, the more they felt that this guy was pleasing to the eye.

Now, they are reluctant to drive Zhang Fan out of the village. It's better for such a good talent to stay in the village and make a fortune with everyone.

How much ability you have and how much you have achieved outside has nothing to do with the village.

However, staying in the village is different, almost everything Zhang Fan does is changing this ordinary and backward village. The unchanged rural days seem to be very comfortable, but there is no vitality and vitality, every household has to get by, and their village cadres are also very worried.

"If there are any other good ideas, you kid can say them!" The old village chief also wanted to squeeze out Zhang Fan's brain cells.

Zhang Fan smiled: "Others, you are better at it than me, so I won't get an axe." ”

With a sufficient budget, truckloads of stone powder and gravel were pulled to the worst section of the road, and the villagers filled the stone powder into the potholes.

The more vigorous people pushed a large stone that he didn't know from the old village chief and compacted the soft place. In an hour, the section of several hundred meters was made flat.

"This thing was originally wanted to be used as a grinding stone by the next village, but in the end it was abandoned and thrown at the door of an ancestral hall. I remember such an incident, so I asked Andy to use a tractor to pull it back. ”

Zhang Fan raised his thumb to the old village chief: "Awesome! With this thing, the road surface will be smoothed, and you will not be afraid of heavy rain in the future." ”

The scene was in full swing until noon. Just as the women were preparing to open their meals, there was a sudden exclamation from the front.

"There's a piece of wood down there, it's hard! you can't dig it!" someone shouted.

Everyone leaned over, and if they really saw a wooden stake, no one knew how long it was underneath. The stake is more than one meter in diameter, which is considered a big tree.

The pickaxe left a trail on it, and everyone gasped. I saw that the tone of the iron pickaxe was slightly curled, and the wooden stake left only a trace, how hard was it?

When Zhang Fan saw the charcoal-black wooden stake, his heart moved, and a flash of joy flashed in his eyes.

If he guessed correctly, it should be a piece of ebony, which is what everyone calls gloomy wood.

It is formed by thousands of years of carbonization process in the absence of oxygen and high pressure in the state of anxia, red toon, hemp willow, iron power wood and other trees buried in the silt due to natural disasters. Due to the different tree species, the market value is different, and the golden silk Nanmu of the genus Nanmu is the most expensive, up to 800,000 to 150,000 yuan per cubic meter, and the older the age, the better the preservation, the higher the price.

Ebony has been used as a ward off evil spirits throughout the ages, and crafts, Buddha statues, and amulet pendants have been made. The ancients said: "A half square of ebony in a home is better than a box of treasures."

This kind of thing, according to the law, belongs to the state.

However, Zhang Fan does not have that ideological awareness. My own village is so poor that if you dig up a treasure and hand it over to the state?

"Dig it out carefully, pay attention, this is a treasure. Also, it's good that our village people know about this, so don't talk about it. Zhang Fan hurriedly reminded solemnly.

Everyone has agreed that Zhang Fan is well-informed, and since he said that it is a treasure, it must be valuable. The villagers' eyes lit up one by one, and the old village chief even pulled Zhang Fan aside to ask.

"Village Chief, if I'm not mistaken, it's a very precious gloomy wood. Just one paragraph, more than 100,000 is possible. However, according to the law, it belongs to the state, and it is illegal to dig it privately......"

Before Zhang Fan finished speaking, the old village chief and the others had already their eyes lit up and understood what to do.

It's not that they don't have a country in their hearts, but now that their village is so poor, what kind of feelings do they talk about? As for the law, it's not about killing people and setting fires, so what's the matter!

Then the valuable treasures dug up by them must be secretly disposed of and used to improve the lives of the villagers.

Even the high-ranking officials of the village did not think to notify the town leaders and let them receive them. What are you kidding? They shouted poverty to the town and wanted to get some money to build roads, and the town scolded him.

You can't blame the leaders of the town, they are also annoying! The whole town is so poor that it leaks everywhere, and if you ask for money to build roads, what will the other villages do? How many villages can they take care of?

Several village cadres called everyone over and told them solemnly one by one that they were not allowed to say a word about the treasures they had dug up.

"Xiaofan, you know a lot of bosses, see if you can sell them. The old village chief said.

"Okay, leave it to me!" Zhang Fan did not refuse.

Digging into this section of gloomy wood, he thought the road could be repaired for the better.

The villagers are not stupid, how can they talk about such a good thing? They also understand that their wealth is not exposed.