It takes more than 1 million to build a road in the village!

Gu Mu couldn't help frowning.

That's a little bit of a lot.

But when I think of such a cement road named after me, what a majestic thing it must be?

At least in this village, as long as the road is there, his name will be pronounced.

So he sighed and said: "More than one million is more than one million, now that I am developed, it is also appropriate to help a group of villagers." ”

Xiaoxiao looked at him adoringly: "Wow, young master, your heart is really too kind!"

"Don't say that," Gu Mu corrected her, "From now on, you should call me husband." ”

"Husband, you are really too kind!" Xiaoxiao said.

"This can't be said to be pure kindness," Gu Mu continued to correct her statement, "The correct wording should be great." ”

"Wow, husband, it's really great!" Xiaoxiao said in a fluent voice.

"It can't be said that it's too great," Gu Mu said modestly, "I just did what I could." ”

The car soon arrived at Niutou Village, where there are several small roads leading to the various production groups, in addition to a cement road that is the main road.

Seeing those paths, Gu Mu was sure that he had truly returned to his hometown.

The trails are not much different from before, the scenery on the side of the road is different, but the road is still the same, there is not much change, just some gravel on top of the dirt.

If it weren't for the vaguely similar paths, he really wouldn't have dared to recognize this village as his hometown.

The changes are just too much.

The houses on the side of the road are different, and even some of the fields are different.

A few small hills have disappeared and become a flat land with houses on top of it.

It's been less than a decade since I've been away from home, so has it changed so much?

But how come he hasn't noticed much change in the almost twenty years he's been at home?

Looking at this village that had completely changed, Gu Mu was a little dazed.

Wang Qiang had been here a few months ago, and had been here for a few days, so he was even more familiar with this village than Gu Mu.

I drove into a narrow path, paved with some gravel, much better than the dirt road with potholes when it rained, but the road was narrower, and only a larger truck could pass through, or two small cars carefully brushed through.

The road condition is very poor, which makes Gu Mu feel that it is also a good thing to build a road here.

Thinking about how he would be embraced in his hometown after doing this, he couldn't help but smile.

When he didn't go out to work before, he always heard people say that someone in a village had made a fortune, or someone in a village had become an official, so he would build a cement road for his village.

At that time, I was very envious, thinking that this kind of thing was too disrespectful, and I thought that if I made a fortune, I would throw out a lot of money to build a road, so that others would envy me.

Now, it's time to make your dreams come true.

On this path, the car drove at a relatively slow pace for more than a mile, to the side of a row of houses, and to the most dilapidated tiled house in the middle of a row of houses.

Now it is the only tiled house in this row of houses in this production group, and the gap between the two or three storey new buildings in the neighborhoods is very large.

One is a 20th-century building and the other is a 21st-century building, juxtaposed side by side, which looks very incongruous.

Gu Mu finally saw his home, he hadn't lived in it for nearly ten years, and it was already so barren that it was unspeakable.

And, to his great surprise-

"Where's my door, where's my window, where's my yard?"

Originally, this tiled house also had a courtyard and a two-meter-high wall, but now, the yard is gone, the gate is gone, and even the windows are gone.

The yard was overgrown with weeds, and there were several wild trees that had grown four or five meters tall.

At this time, he finally understood why Zhang Qiang told him that the house in his hometown was uninhabitable.

Where is this still a house?

How can it still be lived?

If there was a nest of snakes or a few wild beasts hidden in it, he believed it.

He had been here for a long time, and he couldn't come back to his senses.

There were a few times during the Chinese New Year, he also had the urge to go home to have a look, but he resisted this urge when he thought that it would cost a lot of money and time to go home.

Now that I think about it, I was glad I didn't have the urge to run home.

Otherwise, how can you live in such a house?

This is worse than the bridge holes under some bus bridges in Pengcheng.

Xiaoxiao stood there and was stunned - this house is a little too dilapidated, isn't it? It is much worse than her Taoist house.

I really can't imagine that from such a house, a rich person like Gu Mu can come out.

"This is what it looked like when we came here a few months ago," Wang Qiang said to Gu Mu, "The house in the countryside has not been inhabited for several years, and there is no one else to take care of it, so it is normal for it to become like this." ”

"I can understand this," Gu Mu said, "but what about my yard, my door, my window, how does it run? Is it because it has become fine after a long time? But does it mean that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, animals and plants are not allowed to become fine?"

"This ......," Wang Qiang said, "probably because the people in this village, seeing that you haven't come back for so long, thought that you won't come back in the future, so they demolished your yard and took the doors and windows to make other uses." ”

"I can understand that my yard is demolished, those bricks can be used to build walls, but what use can they use the doors and windows of my house?" Gu Mu said depressedly, "Look at the small buildings they are building now, they are all aluminum alloy doors and windows, as for using my dilapidated wooden doors and windows?"

"The pigsty can still be used......"

Wang Qiang said.

Gu Mu's face became even more ugly.

None of these things were worth a lot of money, and even if the doors, windows and yard were there, he wouldn't live here.

Even if you want to come here to live in the future and show off your wealth in front of the villagers, you will only build a villa here.

These things will be thrown away.

But seeing such a scene, my heart is still extremely depressed.

Throwing it away on your own initiative and being snatched away by others are completely different concepts.

"Those people did a really good job!"

He thought so.

And he also found that the courtyards of his neighbors on the left and right had encroached on the place where he had been.

Although there was not much encroachment, the two families encroached together, making the area of his yard a little cramped.

Under the sun, he stood in front of his house—to be exact, in front of the ruins of his house—and reflected on himself deeply:

"How did I come up with such a ridiculous idea to build a road here? Why should I build a road here? Why should I give a million to some people to build roads?"