As the days passed, except for the busy preparation of some New Year's goods and waiting for the return of their relatives who went out to work, most of the rest of the time was arranged by Ma Zhan to work in various positions.

Widening the road in the fields, regulating the roads in the village, and repairing the houses of the elderly in the village were all solved with the help of the village committee. In previous years, the old village chief was not without these proposals, but when he said that each family would have to contribute some money, he would be met with a violent reaction.

January 21st, the year of the child.

The fire was completely stopped in the Ma Struggle House, which was asked by the godfather to celebrate the New Year at their house, and the new pot with a small hole was no longer brought out by him, and was used as a tool for scalding hair.

Ma Zhan stood at the head of the village, his hands behind his head, a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, and he looked at the road that had been corrected clean. His plan is to cement the village's main roads next year, leaving the cobblestone paths intact.

After reading the travel plan and plan, he had a lot of ideas in his head, and because of these books, he added a few related books to his desk.

One of the ideas is to extend the life of the old houses, try to keep the 30 or so houses in their original appearance, and when the time comes, they will be converted into cultural heritage for tourists to see, and even some of them can be converted into experiential accommodations.

Zhang's father's efficiency was very high, so high that Ma Struggle felt terrible, and on the third day after taking the money, a bus came to carry more than 20 people to Honghai Village.

When they came to the door, Ma Zhan was confused, and generally speaking, he did not work during the Chinese New Year in the countryside. To put it bluntly, I don't have time, and I'm busy going from house to house.

But when a considerable amount of income was put in front of him, Ma Zhan hesitated, and after discussing with his godfather Li Chunsheng, the nearly three-month job was transferred to Widow Zhao.

One is that they have few families and have enough time to cope with this. One is that the three-month meal supply allows her to save a lot of money.

When you see a twelve-year-old boy toasting Ma Endeavor with a wine glass, you can imagine what this unexpected fortune could mean to a delicate widow. Even if it is the simplest algorithm, if a person earns six yuan a day, he earns more than 100 yuan a day, and more than 10,000 yuan in three months.

Zhao Hardware did toast Ma Fenfen, he was so small and rough that he slapped his thin chest and drank half a bowl of rice wine in one go, but afterwards he slept for a whole afternoon.

Ma Zhan still remembers Zhao Hardware's hideous face like swallowing poison when he was drinking, he was so ruthless when he was a child, if he grew up, who would dare to underestimate the energy that erupted under his thin arms and legs.

While he was in a daze, a tricycle slowly entered the village.

He turned his head to look, and then hurried up to meet him and shouted, "Uncles are back, it's a little late this year." ”

The man who just got out of the car was like a ghost, and he was familiar with this back from a distance, but he didn't think that it was Ma Struggle.

His impression of Ma Zhan kept a most convenient inch, and he was dressed in unpatched but old and white farm clothes.

But the scene in front of him was still the same as before, dressed in a black suit, leather shoes, a pure white shirt sandwiched between them, and a tie. With a new hairstyle, isn't this the same as the white-collar workers who often preach about them?

"Struggle?" the man pulled down the box, pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and walked up.

"Uncle Rao!"

Ma Zhan, who had a smug smile on his face, also took out a cigarette from his pocket, only to pull his hand out again after he saw the dividend group in the man's hand.

"Why has the village changed so much this year? That road was built with money from above?" the man who had hidden a problem handed Ma Zhan a cigarette and asked softly.

"Almost, next year is expected to change even more. How much did Uncle Rao earn this year?"

"It's not much, I help others to do coolies, and I use up less than 20,000 yuan to eat and drink. If you don't go out with your uncle after the New Year, you can still have 10,000. The man exhaled a smoke ring, looked at Ma Fen and said lightly, and did not regard the clothes that seemed to cost a thousand pieces as a sign of Ma Fenfen's rebirth.

"No need uncle, I'm still used to life in the mountains, I don't like to be managed. Ma Zhan said hello to the woman behind the man and responded.

"Yo, struggle. I almost didn't recognize it, this dress is handsome, whose girl do you like?" the woman exclaimed, and then asked in a lower voice.

"No, it's just a new year, get two new clothes, and have a festive time. Ma Zhan's heart blossomed, but he still hid it on the surface.

"Uncle Rao, aunt, come back to eat at home. Seeing the two people with big bags and small bags, Ma Zhan didn't say much anymore, and greeted him repeatedly.

The man replied slightly, didn't take it seriously, gave a smile, and then walked with the woman in the direction of his house. As the road went further in, I found that it was more and more wrong. The first row of construction outside the village, why did anyone in the village start to build houses, and it was so big, no matter how you look at it, there are about 200 square meters.

"Liangping, we can't go to the wrong village. The woman asked softly.

"Nonsense, that horse struggle can still be fake. It's just that this kid is a little wrong, why is he better dressed than us. ”

"It's just, I don't think that the clothes are cheap, it's weird......"

At this moment, a figure came running from a distance, and a boy shouted with a smile on his face, "Dad, Mom......"

"Golden Dragon!" the woman shouted, then added, "Come and help your mother get some." ”

The faces of the people who hadn't seen each other for a year were smiling, and the man hammered his son's shoulder and smiled: "Well, it's much stronger." ”

"Dad, I'll tell you something later?" Jin Long smiled and shouted.

"What's the matter?"

Rao Jinlong scratched his hair, he didn't have much confidence in his heart, so he could only rely on his grandfather to come forward to help support some fields. Slightly evaded his gaze and said, "Let's go home and talk about it." ”

……

In the center of the village, Zhang Shiyu stood at the entrance of the hospital holding a warm water bag bought by Ma Fen, looking at the villagers who passed by and came back from working in other places wearing bright clothes.

This is the first time she has spent the New Year outside, and she is a little excited. There was also some expectation, but to her surprise, the horse struggled like a sticky worm but disappeared in the past two days.

"Girl, don't look at it to help. Ma Struggle, this bastard, won't be here in the next few days. ”

Zhang Shiyu's cheeks, who answered softly, were slightly red, as if the careful thoughts in her heart had been pierced. She hesitated and said, "I'm not looking at him......" I just don't know why Sister Liu is so sure, so I still asked in a low voice under curiosity: "What is Ma Struggle doing?"

In previous years, he also stood at the head of the village like this, when he was a child, he was waiting for his parents, in the early years it was to mix two high-grade cigarettes to smoke, and now it is purely for show. ”

Sister Liu said lightly, disemboweling an African crucian carp sent by the villagers, pointing to a basin of blood and continuing: "In previous years, the villagers inevitably ridiculed him, he estimated that he was holding his breath, and now that there is an improvement, he still hasn't found the field?"

"If you look at his new clothes, I guess he's walking lightly now. ”

Zhang Shiyu helped change the water, but her face was speechless. Ma struggle, and some of the superficial culture of this village, was indeed boring to her.

But it was precisely because of this that she became more and more curious.