There were several muffled thunders one after another, and bean-sized raindrops fell low on the ground and splashed rolling dust.

The group was disappointed, but the two tour guides were worried, the original three-night trip was only more than halfway, and the rain didn't disrupt the plan.

Ma Zhan withstood the rain, trotted to the downstairs of Zhang Shiyu's villa and shouted: "Rain girl, it's thundering and raining, are you afraid...... Do you want me to come up and accompany you? ”

"No thanks!"

A head poked out of the window, echoed softly, and then retracted.

The thought of having bad courage was instantly extinguished by the heavy rain like beans, and he walked back with two lost sounds.

The long nights, especially the ticking nights, made Ma Struggle lose sleep again.

Neither sitting nor standing, he could only take out his mobile phone and rummage around it, checking whether the various data could match his guesses.

The results of the data are still a little different from what he wrote in his notebook, but compared to the huge data, the difference of one or two hundred thousand is completely within the acceptance range of Ma Struggle.

If the things of the network ring center can be successful, he needs to pay the big guy Brother Gang nearly 300,000 or 500,000 construction costs, and then the village will change again.

If this fee can be implemented, the flat land of the Red Sea Village. The area of the open space will be tripled, and the two small rivers a little further from the village can be converted into part of the walk.

His efforts have already paid off, at least the lake near his hotel has been repaired, and it is not much different from the facilities in the big cities. It can even be said that the details will be richer under his supervision, but the cheapness will be a little more in comparison, after all, the cost is there.

The goals set at the beginning of the year are written on the last pages of that notebook.

He didn't know how long it would take him to actually get to this point, and he had the confidence to set up a company in the name of the village to collect admission tickets.

Before that, he had to prepare a complete rafting route, ten wooden or stone steps up the mountain and pavilions along the way, fifty bicycle rentals of various amounts, more than twenty boats to be placed on the ugly cow lake, and so on......

He gave himself five years, just when his contract with the school or the Internet Rehabilitation Center expired, hoping to save enough money to get it.

The phone has brought him many times more surprises than he can imagine, there are some things he thinks and sees, but he doesn't dare to do them, to be precise, those things have exceeded the limits of his ability, and he doesn't know if he can get it right and whether it will be useful after that thing comes out.

The heavy raindrops ticked, muffling the sound of the pen rubbing against the paper in Ma Zhan's hand.

Slowly, he calmed down and immersed himself in the world he wanted to create. It is imperative to open the mountain, but which mountains to break and what preparations need to be made in advance all need him to think carefully one by one.

In the middle of the night, he stopped his pen again and immediately wrote seven words on a piece of paper...... Flower sitting,...... Red Wall ......"

Pulling out his phone again, he gently typed the words he had jotted down into his phone.

A poem appeared at the forefront, "Qihuai" was printed into his eyes, and he grinned for a long time: "It turned out to be Liu Qihuai." ”

As if he had discovered a big secret, he hurriedly sent a string of messages to Zhang Shiyu's mobile phone number, and excitedly told her the good news.

After waiting for a few minutes and not receiving a reply, he rubbed his hands and lit a sleeping cigarette with some boredom.

Stretching his waist, he walked around at will, looking at the rain under the eaves of the window, at the ground dripping out of the holes. Xu was infected by Sister Liu's name, and as illiterate, he also had a strong desire to flourish in poetry at the moment.

I smacked my mouth, but I couldn't hold back a fart for a long time.

Thinking of the stuffiness when he was squeezed by Sister Liu's chest, he just shook his head and smirked and said the word "big".

Ma Struggle has changed, and the lowest-level fun lovers have become more and more sullen, and some have departed from the lowest-level performance.

Some of his talents were recognized by the villagers as their first impression. It's no longer words like climbing the wall and scourge, maybe the villagers of Honghai Village didn't notice it for a while, this guy has changed so much in a year.

The trees that fill the mountain range overnight make it feel like a fairyland.

There is a hazy fog in Honghai Village, and a group of old men who go to bed early and get up early have begun to walk along the Ugly Niu Lake, praising the fresh air here from time to time, as if the smoke in their lungs has been replaced by all these years.

It rained overnight, and the guides didn't dare to let these old people go up the mountain again, especially now when the road was still crappy and muddy.

The stranded tour group had nothing to do, and Ma Struggle gave them a move. Let some villagers move out the antique tools at home, so that this group of urban masters can find the feeling of childhood.

The grinding discs, threshing machines, and other things were all gathered in the village threshing field under the mobilization of Ma Struggle, and they were used as toys for this group of old children to have fun.

A rain disrupted the tour group's plans, and at the same time sounded the alarm bell for Ma Zhan, even if their village served the elderly, it was still too monotonous.

It's like after a war, everything needs to be done, but you can't change it.

Coping with the day, the tour group was gone.

A bus departed, and a black sedan came by mistake.

For the first time, the villagers sensed that something was coming. Hurriedly welcomed people to the village committee building, and shouted Ma Zhan's name loudly.

Ma Zhan, who was pretending to be forced in the office, hurriedly ran to the first floor after seeing the two figures, and gave the warmest reception. He stretched out his hand and said continuously: "Hello, I am Ma Fen, the village chief of Honghai Village, and you are ......."

He lifted his eyelids, looked at the man's cheek, and then glanced at the female secretary beside him.

"Hello, my name is Weng Mingcheng, I have been in contact with you a few days ago, and I have only free time in the past few days, I hope you don't be surprised. ”

"No surprise, no surprise, you're all busy people, let's go upstairs and talk?"

Ma Zhan was ecstatic and said repeatedly, the dead enemy who sent the money finally came, but he almost lost his soul.

In the office on the second floor, the three of them sat on the sofa, making tea lamely, showing off the skills they learned from Zhang Shiyu, and said politely: "The facilities are simple, Mr. Weng, don't be angry." ”

"It's good to be simple, it's really too developed, and it's not easy for us to talk about it. I work in the Internet Rehabilitation Center, and they are all children who are confused by the Internet, and after staying in the mountains for half a year, some children with better hearts quit, and the bad ones have not changed much. ”

"Principal Weng has a good heart, this is a good deed. Ma Zhan hurriedly changed his tone and agreed.

The man who was about forty years old waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's too good, it's too good, I'm just a businessman, I took a turn around when I came to this place, which is quite in line with my expectations, but there are some things that I still need to talk about in detail." ”