Zhangjia Village is not far from Qixing Town, and it only takes an hour to walk, but it does not belong to the jurisdiction of Qixing Town, but is in the territory of Baima Town.

Li Yan and his uncle took the shuttle bus to Baima Town, and they had to find their own way to get to Zhangjia Village.

Fortunately, my uncle had acquaintances in the town and found a three-wheeled motorcycle to take them to Zhangjia Village.

The last time I went to my grandparents' house was during the summer vacation a year ago, and I haven't been here for more than a year, and almost everything has changed.

The small mountain village does not have the prosperity of the big city, and the smoke and rows of bungalows make a beautiful picture, and the fresh air seems to have a refreshing effect. Let Li Yan be full of spirit.

"Let's go, go to my uncle's house for dinner, it just so happened that your cousin caught a pheasant yesterday, please try the game!" Zhang Run took Li Yan's hand and walked over.

The latter wanted to refuse, but when he saw his uncle's enthusiasm, he opened his mouth and finally didn't speak, half-dragging and half-pulling into Zhang Run's house.

Since Li Yan was sensible, this uncle lived alone, and when he grew up, he learned that his uncle and his wife died very early, and he was both a father and a mother to bring up his two sons. There was no further chord continuation.

After a hasty dinner, Li Yan and his uncle went to his grandfather's house together, and when he saw the tattered cement mountain road, Li Yan couldn't help frowning, it seemed that the damage caused by the flash flood was more serious than he imagined.

My grandparents worked all year round. The body is quite sturdy, and when he thinks that the two old men have little life, Li Yan's nose is slightly sour.

He took out all the delicious and delicious food, and this time he came back from Funing, bringing a total of a dozen roast ducks. I also brought several copies of the roasted pig's trotters with sauce, and the role of the storage ring was brought into full play.

Seeing his grandson, Zhang Jude's old face blossomed, but he still said: "Xiaoyan, I heard your parents say that you are opening a restaurant in the provincial capital, and it is not easy to make money, don't waste money to buy these seven-seven-eighty-eight in the future, we can buy ducks and pig's trotters here, and they are cheap." ”

"I didn't spend any money, I brought it back from my restaurant. ”

Li Yan took a roast duck to the kitchen, chopped it into pieces with three or two knives, and put it neatly on the plate, still in the shape of a whole roast duck.

"You like to eat porridge, and roast duck with porridge is perfect for taking it hot tomorrow morning. Li Yan said with a smile.

My uncle also helped on the side and said, "You guys just have fun, if I have a grandson like Xiaoyan, I can wake up smiling when I sleep." ”

This is not all polite, he really wants to have a grandson like Li Yan, but unfortunately he doesn't even have a daughter, let alone a grandson.

I chatted with my grandparents for a while. Seeing that the sky outside had not completely darkened, Li Yan and his uncle walked halfway up the mountain, the more they went up, the more broken the mountain road became, and the cement road in some sections was completely washed away, and it rained a little lightly, and the mountain road was very muddy and unsafe to walk.

Li Yan finally understood why his uncle was in a hurry to raise money to repair the mountain road, because there were many people coming and going from the terraced fields cultivated by many farmers on the mountain, and now the cement road has been washed away, and safety is very problematic.

"It's too late today, let's get here first, and I'll continue to walk up with you tomorrow morning, and the road above is even more broken. Zhang Run sighed.

Speaking of road repair, Li Yan suddenly remembered that he had promised Ma Tao, the county magistrate of Dongping County, that when the financial resources reached a certain level, he would help Majia Village rebuild the ancestral hall.

Ma Chengyan and Bai Suyun are from Majia Village, so they can find a time to talk about this matter with their father and daughter. They'll help match the matchmakers.

The next day, it was just gray and bright, Li Yan got up early to cook, the second old man always got up very early, Li Yan had to hurry up before his grandmother got up, otherwise the old man would definitely not let him do it.

The roast duck was put into the pot with a plate and steamed, the aroma spread, Li Yan tasted a piece, and suddenly found that this way of eating is also good, although the steamed roast duck is not so crispy, but the aroma is even stronger.

My uncle got up earlier, perhaps because he was worried about building the road, and before Li Yan finished picking up the porridge, his old man came to the door.

The fog on the mountain was heavy in the early morning, and Li Yan hadn't climbed the mountain in the morning for many years, and the familiar scent of grass fascinated him.

He had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and when he made enough money in the future, he would build a villa on the mountain, which didn't need to be too luxurious, just live comfortably, and take his parents and grandparents over.

As soon as you open the door in the morning, you can smell the scent of nature.

Thinking of this, Li Yan couldn't help but wonder that he was only in his early twenties, and he was actually thinking about retirement. It's too early.

As my uncle said, after reaching the halfway point of the mountain, the mountain road is even more difficult to walk, and there is basically no road to see, it is all mud and rocks.

This mountain is not a famous mountain, but there are several small temples on the mountain, Li Yan didn't care too much about religious beliefs before, but after becoming the anchor of the live broadcast room in the underworld, he changed his outlook and developed the habit of worshipping Buddha when he met the temple.

After worshipping three temples, he finally reached the top of the mountain, Li Yan is young man can hold on, Zhang Run is tired and panting, if Li Yan didn't deliberately slow down on the way, he might not be able to keep up.

"Uncle, if this mountain road is built, 100,000 yuan is not enough, right?" Li Yan said as he looked into the distance.

Zhang Run smiled bitterly, and after his breath calmed down, he said: "It's good to be able to get 100,000 yuan, don't ask for how beautiful it is, just be able to walk." ”

Li Yan nodded, the mountain road is not open to traffic, so there is no need to build it too spacious, but considering the service life, Li Yan feels that it is better to spend more money, so as not to worry about it again in a year or two.

"Well, I'll add an extra 100,000. Get together 200,000 yuan, repair this road well, and it is more convenient for everyone to worship Buddha and incense on the fifteenth day of the new year. ”

Zhang Run was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had misheard, if he added another 100,000, Li Yan alone would have to pay 150,000!

The young and middle-aged people in the village farmed and farmed, and they didn't save 50,000 yuan all year round, and Li Yan added 100,000 more in one mouth, which instantly shocked Zhang Run.

"Xiao Yan, don't make this joke public with your uncle...; …;”

"I'm not kidding. Li Yan waved his hand and said, "Since you have decided to build the road." Then repair the road once and for all, ensure that there will be no problems in the next ten or eight years, and you don't want to worry about the mountain road being washed out every year during the rainy season. ”

"150,000 yuan is not a small amount, and if you get it to the village to build a house, it is enough to add two stories of bungalows!" said the uncle in shock.

Li Yan didn't care, and said with a smile: "Just do a good deed for the village, if you can, after the mountain road is repaired, it will be named after me, and a stone tablet will be carved on the side of the road." ”

Everyone in the world loves to chase fame and fortune, but Li Yan is just a layman, and he does not have too high ideological consciousness, and he can't get rid of the shackles of fame and fortune.

If there is a mountain road named after you, let passers-by remember the name "Li Yan". It's cool to think about.

"That's fine. Zhang Run waved his hand and said: "It's just a name, the matter is wrapped up in me, as long as the road can be repaired, everything else is easy to say." ”

"Then let's decide, I will call the 150,000 yuan to the village public account in three installments, and I believe that you can always use this money to the real thing. Li Yan said with a smile.

With 150,000 yuan, you can change a road named by yourself, and you can do good things and gain fame, Li Yan feels that it is not a loss.

When the news reached the village committee, the villagers were greatly surprised, but they didn't expect Li Yan to be an outsider. He was willing to spend so much money to help the village build roads.

Zhang Run mentioned the naming matter, and no one vetoed it.

The villagers are not fools, it is impossible to refuse Li Yan's kindness for the sake of a name, whether the road has a name or not has no real impact on them, the top priority is to build the road first.

"Old village chief, can that kid Li Yan really come up with more than 100,000 yuan to build a road for us?

Zhang Run's eyes widened, and he shouted: "What kind of stupid words, the first installment of 50,000 yuan has already arrived in the village account, and 50,000 yuan will be called next month, and the remaining 50,000 yuan will be called before November." ”

Part of the funds has arrived, the villagers are no longer suspicious, and many people look at Zhang Jude with envy and praise him for raising a good grandson.

The old man grinned, he used to hear people say that the children of which family had a good life, became a boss in the city, how much money he made, bought a bungalow and drove a car, and now he is also beautiful.

Although Li Yan is a grandson, not a grandson, there is not much difference.

Everyone in the village knows that Li Yan was fostered at his grandparents' house when he was a child, not his own grandson, but like his own grandson, if he didn't think about his feelings, he wouldn't have spent so much money to build roads.