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After he was full of wine and food, the sky was gradually darkening, and Cha Bo arranged for a car to send Ding Zhaokun back to Wangbei Village, and the kid who picked him up at that time was in charge of driving.

Anyway, Ding Zhaokun has eaten a round stomach today, these delicacies from the mountains and seas, let alone eaten before, I haven't even seen them at all!

He only felt in his heart that he had lived in vain for most of his life, throwing food in the ground all day facing the loess with his back to the sky, and he had worked hard all year round to earn those three melons and two dates, and he did not have as many gifts as Mr. Chapo gave today!

Holding the briefcase in his arms, Ding Zhaokun's heart was happy. This time, he sat in the back seat, but he didn't have the nervousness and uneasiness when he was hard racked into the car in the afternoon, he found the most comfortable position and leaned back on the seat with a swagger. Holding the briefcase in his hand as if he was holding his own grandson, he couldn't help but start thinking in his mind:

"Mr. Chapo said that as long as the seeds of opium poppies are planted in the ground, a bonus of 1 billion yuan will be given to our village! Once the poppies bloom and bear fruit, a large amount of money will be given to our village according to the amount of output! The poppy does not need to be taken care of at all, and it can be thrown into the ground to live. How easy is this money to make, just like falling from the sky! The old village chief is an old stubborn, if he had been willing to plant it earlier, our village would not know what it would have become rich now! Still worry about food and clothing?" Ding Zhaokun had a sweet dream of banknotes falling from the sky, and laughed so much that he was about to fall.

And the kid sitting in the driver's seat secretly looked at Ding Zhaokun's appearance through the rearview mirror, glanced at him with disdain, and thought to himself: "This old immortal, what kind of dream is Bacheng doing to make a fortune, right? Today, Lao Tzu was beaten for you, and I will slowly settle with you later!"

The visibility of the road at night is not as good as during the day, and the Land Rover drove on this rugged country road, and it has not been too fast, almost an hour or so, and then it came to the vicinity of Wangbei Village.

Seeing that there was still some distance from the entrance of the village, Ding Zhaokun patted the shoulder of the kid who was driving the car and insisted on getting off here.

The kid who drove the car asked puzzledly: "Our boss said, let me send you to the door, why do you have to get off here?"

"Hehe, little brother, you don't know, I'm carrying a bag in my hand, and it's too conspicuous to go back to the village like this. I'll have to take shelter in the woods first, and then I'll go back when no one sees me." Just put me down here, thank you, little brother. "An old fox like Ding Zhaokun naturally understands the truth that wealth is not exposed. This time, he was inexplicably taken away from the village, and he was sent back so inexplicably, carrying such a conspicuous briefcase in his hand. If this is seen, there is no telling how it will be spread.

The kid who drove the car doesn't care so much about you, if you want to get out of the car, go down, save your own business.

It is said that Ding Zhaokun hid in the grove next to the village for more than an hour. It's a shame that he can endure it, there are a lot of mosquitoes in this grove, and today they all opened meat, and they all sucked blood on Ding Zhaokun's body, and his stomach was round and round.

It wasn't until he watched the moon climb the treetops and it was almost time for everyone to go home and sleep that Ding Zhaokun shook out of the grove. He ignored the itching on his body and trotted towards his house.

Walking on the road with so much money this time, Ding Zhaokun was actually quite afraid. What he was afraid of was not that others would come to rob him of his money, but that he was afraid that after being seen by others, he did not know how to explain where the briefcase came from! He had not been elected village chief for a few days, and if he was caught and knocked out of power, he would have lost the face of his ancestors. So he was extremely careful, tucked the briefcase under his armpit, and slipped through the wall to choose a dark place.

But this person, the more he is afraid of something, the more he will often come!

Seeing that Ding Zhaokun was about to arrive home, a voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Village Chief Ding, when are you coming back?"

The person who spoke was none other than Ruan Meizhao's younger brother - Ruan Jiaming. He was hanging out here and enjoying the shade, and happened to see the scene of Village Chief Ding returning to the village.

As soon as he heard Ruan Jiaming's voice, Ding Zhaokun's whole body froze, he had an embarrassed expression, hid the briefcase behind him, and said perfunctorily: "It's nothing, it's just an empty bag." That's right, Amin. You just go and help me inform you that tomorrow morning I have an important matter to discuss with the villagers, and ask them to send a representative to gather under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village tomorrow morning. ”

After Ding Zhaokun said this, he ran to his house without looking back, leaving behind Ah Ming with a blank face.

"What is important......? What is important?

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The scene returns to Ruan Meizhao's home.

I saw that four dishes and one soup had been set up on the table, Liu Xinghao and Ruan Meizhao were sitting at the table without moving chopsticks, they were waiting for Ah Ming to come back and eat together.

"Brother Xinghao, otherwise you can eat first. Ah Ming, this kid doesn't know where to go crazy, why don't you even know how to come back to eat, wait a minute, I don't talk about him well. Ruan Meizhao was afraid that Liu Xinghao would be in a hurry, so she first filled a bowl of rice and handed it to him.

"It's okay, there's no hurry. Let's eat together when Armin comes back. Liu Xinghao took the bowl and was not in a hurry to eat. Instead, he put it on the table and looked at Ruan Meizhao with a smile.

She didn't dare to show her face in the past few days, and she has been hiding at home and not going out, but fortunately, she has never done anything stupid again, which makes Liu Xinghao finally able to put her mind at ease. She put a square scarf around her head, which not only hid the shaved scalp, but also looked a lot more virtuous and ladylike.

Finding that Liu Xinghao was secretly looking at herself, Ruan Meizhao's face turned red, and she asked shyly: "Brother Xinghao, do you have anything dirty on my face?

"Ha, no, no, I'm looking at the gun on the wall behind you. Seeing that he was recognized, Liu Xinghao hurriedly changed the topic and drifted his gaze to Ruan Meizhao's back.

"Oh, you said that gun, which my father used for hunting when he was young. It's just that the old village chief said that he couldn't use a gun, so Daddy hung it on the wall and never took it down again. "Ruan Meizhao has a lot of memories of this old gun. That gun smelled of Daddy, and there were countless memories.

"Oh, why don't you let you use a gun?" Liu Xinghao suddenly became interested when he heard this. He stood up and walked to the wall, taking closer and closer observation of the old gun.