At one o'clock at noon, Wang Fen finally crossed the peak by the river, and then walked through two small hills, there is a small rock crack between the mountains, only two people to wide, Wang Fen passed through the middle of the rock crevice, at first the rock crack is very narrow, and then it is wider and wider, and the inside is getting brighter and brighter, after walking three or five hundred meters, it suddenly opens up, behind the rock crack is a small basin, and there is a small village between the basin surrounded by cliffs and cliffs and shrouded in clouds and mist. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Not to mention the tourists from other places, it is that many locals in Xiaoshan do not know its existence, there are no frequent visitors to visit, the quiet environment makes it always maintain the most original beauty, and the peach blossom source in the ancient book seems to be nothing more than that.

There are only about 30 households in the whole village, and when Wang Fen entered the village, there were dogs barking from far and near, and a pure black earth dog that I don't know which one it was, ran out of the village and barked at Wang Fen.

The barking of dogs alarmed the people of the village, many of whom had difficulty leaving the village twice a year, and several villagers came out one after another to surround Wang Fen in the middle.

At this time, Wang Fen is not what he looked like when he saw Uncle Chen before, he is now carrying a huge backpack, carrying a few large travel bags in his hands, wearing a khaki brand-name outdoor sportswear, a pair of waterproof hiking shoes of more than 2,000 on his feet, and a dense and neat long hair on his head.

"Good!" Wang Fen raised a hand and pointed lightly to the side, quietly letting the star core give instructions to the dog, and the dog obediently ran in the direction of Wang Fen's finger, and then lay on the ground dexterously, no matter how its owner scolded, it was motionless.

"Fellow villagers, I, Wang Fen, have come back and brought some small gifts to everyone. Before the villagers could recognize him, Wang Fen shouted and put a travel bag on the ground and opened the zipper to reveal the colorful packaging inside, which was some ornaments and pots and pans, but these things were all silver.

"You are ... Xiao Fen?" After Wang Fen put the bag of silverware on the ground, no villager went to take it, only an old villager who was almost sixty years old asked tentatively.

"Well, Grandpa Kuan, you still have a good memory. Wang Fen smiled brightly, took out a big silver spoon and a few big bracelets and stuffed them into the hands of the old man, this uncle Kuan is called Wang Kuan, he looks like he is only in his sixties, but in fact he is almost eighty years old, and he has been the head of this Wangjia Village for decades.

Subsequently, the news of Wang Fen's return spread throughout the small mountain village, Wang Fen visited from house to house, and sent a set of silverware and some others to every household.

After the lesson of pretending to fail at Uncle Chen's side last night, Wang Fen understood a truth, that is, good things must be taken out at the beginning to show off, otherwise there will be no chance, after scattering the gifts of a few travel bags, Wang Fen walked to a small brick house in the corner of the village with a large backpack, and there was a charred open space next to the brick house.

Gently pushed the door open, the sound of opening the door alarmed the people inside, but the person still sat in the corner motionless, Wang Fen looked at the shadow in the corner of the room, and said softly, "Dad." ”

"I'm back. The figure in the corner stiffened slightly, and after a while, the slightly hoarse words came out.

"Hmm. Wang Fen replied softly, putting his backpack at his feet, he didn't know what to say now, he and his father hadn't spoken a word in years.

"You haven't eaten yet, there's still some food left, you can eat it while it's hot. Wang Fen's father finally stood up from the corner, unlike the rest of the village who looked younger than his actual age, Wang Fen's father looked a little old, his hair was half white, and there were many shallow wrinkles on his face, but the contour of the whole face was very similar to Wang Fen, and his body was limping when he walked to the kitchen, and it seemed that one leg was not very agile.

Soon, a hot bowl of rice, two boiled eggs and a plate of fried eggplant were placed in front of Wang Fen.

Wang Fen found that in addition to the rice was reheated, fried eggplants and boiled eggs were just made, it seems that Wang Fen's father had already known about the situation of the big delivery in the village, so he took advantage of Wang Fen to prepare this meal in advance when he was delivering gifts outside, thinking of this Wang Fen only felt a warm heart.

After tasting a bite of rice, there was a fragrance that the rice outside the mountain did not have, and there was a taste of nostalgia, Wang Fen lowered his head and ate silently, not wanting his father to see his slightly red and swollen eyes.

"You sent a lot of things in the village just now, how much did it cost. When Wang Fen was eating deliciously, his father suddenly asked.

"I bought some silverware and some tobacco and alcohol for the villagers, and it cost a total of more than 100,000 yuan. Wang Fen said a little proudly, and straightened his neat wig, the first time he brought this wig, he was really a little unaccustomed, but it did look a lot more gentle.

When Wang Fen chose a gift and went home, he still had a brain. The old people in Wangjia Village live in isolation, they don't like to use electrical appliances or anything, even the rice cooker is not as delicious as the iron pot, and the clothes are generally only wearing national costumes.

Not to mention the food, the mountains and rivers here are good, self-sufficient, and there is no need for food that is farmed or grown on a large scale from the outside world. Wang Fen only had silverware when he thought about it, and the price was also suitable, and the old people in the village also liked it, and the facts proved that Wang Fen's gift was very successful.

"What, 100,000 yuan, where did you get so much money?" Wang Fen's father screamed suddenly, he had been eavesdropping in the house before, knowing that Wang Fen had brought back a lot of things to the village, but he didn't know that he had brought so much.

"I'm doing a little business now and making some money. Wang Fen said a little proudly, although low-key is his main principle, but he still has to be a little frank with his family, otherwise why go home.

"You stinky boy, you haven't been home for a few years, and when you get home, you pretend to be big. Wang Fen's father heard that he actually bought hundreds of thousands of things at once, what a loser, he was reluctant to eat eggs every day, just now because Wang Fen came back, he boiled two eggs to entertain him, a burst of anger came up, and no matter how many years he didn't say a few words to Wang Fen, he slapped him on the skull and threw Wang Fen's wig away.

Wang Fen was stunned by this slap, revealing his shiny bald head, and his father saw his big bald head, and he was even more angry, and slapped him again, "Okay, you stinky boy, you got a big bald head, to be honest, did you get that money from the society?"