The ghost knew that Wang Xiaolei had breakfast and ran so far, the third master's driver didn't care about the red light and drove directly for half an hour Yang Yi saw the familiar school, at this time he remembered that he was absent from class today, but it seems that even if he goes back at this time, it will be too late, and he will be absent, not a few hours. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The third master looked at the comfortable Yang Yi, and suddenly became angry, slapped Yang Yi on the head, and said angrily: "Stinky boy, look at the road, where does your grandfather live, why is it not even on the map!" Yang Yi said helplessly: "The small village of grandpa's house, there are only thirty or forty households at most, and it is remote, so people directly skimmed it on the map, and it should be very simple to inquire in the town, just walk all the way to the town." ”

The third master said angrily: "This group of people is working too badly, if they did this during the war, they should all be pulled and shot!" The old man didn't seem to be joking, so scared that He Yuanyuan hugged Yang Yi to death, she was very afraid of this old man. Wood slumped on the co-pilot, the whole person was nervous like a frightened bird, there was no way, the more he went, the more desolate he became, and there were many places that were the best places to ambush.

"Wood, can't you hurry up?" Wood turned his head with difficulty and said, "Chief, the road here is really bad, if you go any faster, there is a possibility that the car will overturn." The third master was even more angry, and scolded: "What are these bastards doing for food? Is all the money allocated above for road construction to let them buy coffins! Check it out to Lao Tzu, whoever moves the money will lock me up, just say that Lao Tzu said it!"

Wood exclaimed, "It's the chief!" and then gave various commands with a small microphone on his collar, in a dismissive tone. If Yang Yi is not mistaken, the money for road construction seems to have been swallowed by the town mayor, this matter is not a secret, and there is basically nothing in the town that does not know.

The dirt roads in the countryside are really difficult to walk, and when it rains a little, it becomes muddy, and your car is a little bit almost stuck there, and on a sunny day, a bicycle is carrying dirt, and when you walk past, it will become a terracotta army.

Something happened ahead, it looks like a sprinkler overturned, and now the dirt road has turned into a mud puddle. The water quality in the village is very good, and it tastes a little sweet, so some people use water wheels to pull water to the city to buy, don't you say that people can really mix a hundred and ten yuan a day, but today it seems to be unlucky. "Fourth uncle, what's wrong with you?" The owner of the waterwheel is also surnamed Yang, and he is the fourth uncle of Yang Yi's own family.

"Oh, it's unlucky, it's not that this broken road suddenly collapsed, the mayor of Dog's Day, get so much money to go home and fill the grave!" At this time, the driver ran over and said, "Chief, we can't get over now, or we will find a construction team to level the road, let's go over?" "Fart! Why don't you wait for me to die and then bury me?" The driver wilted suddenly.

"Xiao Yi, is there only one way to go to your grandfather's house?" "Well, there is only one, in fact, it is not very far, sometimes I can get there by myself." Wood glared and said, "Chief, how old is his old man, how old are you and you let him go down?" are you crazy!" The third master squatted down and rolled up his pants and took off his shoes, and Wood exclaimed: "Chief, you don't really plan to go, do you?"

"Even if you lie down today, you have to crawl for me!" The old friends are all fucking dead, and there is only one left who can't sleep if I can't see Lao Tzu today, go!" Wood hurriedly said: "No, no, no! Your body can't stand it, really you let us think of a way!" The third master sneered, and said coawardly: "Where is this little road? When Lao Tzu crossed the grass back then, his feet were worn out, get out of the way, don't get in the way!"

People say that the old and the young, and the old man is more like a child, and he thinks of a play. Seeing that the old man had already gotten down the mud, Wood said anxiously: "Wait, chief, we will carry you on our backs!" The third master did not come back and said: "Lao Tzu has not yet reached the point where he can't walk!

"Yang Yi, you can find a way for me to come out immediately! We can't afford any accident from the chief!" Yang Yi pointed to the child on the other side of the mud pit and said, "I think we can ride a tricycle over." Erwa come here, give me your tricycle to ride, and I will treat you to chocolate. A seven or eight-year-old child took the chocolate from Yang Yi's hand and snotted foam, and waved to Yang Yi before leaving.

"Is this going to work? How do I feel like this tricycle is bigger than me?" This is the oldest chain tricycle, which walks on two feet, and Wood feels like he's back in the eighties. Yang Yi helped He Yuanyuan into the car and rode by himself and said, "Anyway, this is the only way I can think of, whether I need it or not." Looking at the farther and farther, the third master Wood gritted his teeth and said, "That's it!"

Wood is still a wounded man, so he naturally wants to take a car, Yang Yi caught up with the third master and said, "Third master, come up quickly!" The third master was immediately happy when he saw the tattered tricycle: "Haha, what about this thing? The kid came down and let me ride around, I also had one back then, hehe, let me have a good time!" Wood was about to cry, if he let the third master pedal the tricycle and sit on it by himself, it would be better to kill him with a knife.

Yang Yi still has a way, and said to the third master: "Third master, don't you want to see my grandfather soon?" The third master stared at Yang Yi's young face and looked at it again and again, and finally sighed: "Alas! It's still old after all!" Finally sat down steadily, Yang Yi threw off his two legs and began to pedal the car, as for the rest of the third master's group of bodyguards, some helped the fourth uncle push the cart, and some contacted the construction team to come over to repair the road, anyway, they were very busy.

"Bastard, slow down for me, don't throw the third master down!" The dirt road is always full of potholes, and a little faster can kill people, and Wood himself is about to get out. Who knew that the third master patted the car and shouted: "Hurry up, boy! Lao Tzu actually has the feeling of riding a donkey cart back then, hahahaha!" Yang Yi who listened to it had a black line, if this is a donkey cart, isn't he the donkey pulling the cart!

It took about ten minutes to arrive at the entrance of the village, Wood was actually vomited, He Yuanyuan also shrank a little, and only the third master looked at the big willow tree at the entrance of the village with great interest. "Xiao Yi, how big is this tree?" "I don't know, my grandfather doesn't know, you wait a minute, I'll return the car to the third aunt." The third master looked up and saw the commissary not far away, touched his pocket and said to Wood behind him, "Give me some money, I'll buy a pack of cigarettes." ”

"Didn't you quit smoking, sir? The doctor said you can't smoke anymore. The third master said angrily: "Don't smoke or drink, and you can't fuck this and that, you just don't let Lao Tzu live!" "No, the doctor said...""Shut up! Now listen to Lao Tzu, can't Lao Tzu smoke for others if he doesn't smoke? Hurry up and get the money!"

Wood touched his pocket and said embarrassedly, "I don't have any money with me, chief." "You don't have any money on your big guy?!" Wood lowered his head in shame, and finally tore open the corner of his clothes and took out a bank card, holding it up and saying, "Why don't we swipe the card?" "Get out!" Do you think this is like a place where you can swipe your card!" Wood looked at the rustic commissary and smiled dryly and took back his private money.

After a while, Yang Yi came back and said to the third master: "Let's go, it's not far ahead." "Xiao Yi give me some money. Yang Yi didn't ask why, and took out a hundred directly from his wallet. The old man's disdainful look before he left had almost embarrassed Wood to death. With the attitude of one last try, he asked Yang Yi: "Can you swipe the card?"

"No kidding! Grandma San can't even use a phone, and you expect her to swipe your card?" Wood put on a grim face again, typical of escapism. The third master hadn't come back yet, Yang Yi pulled He Yuanyuan over and said to the third master: "The third grandmother has your ear back, I'll help you get what you want!" Yang Yi said and smiled at the third grandmother inside, and the third grandmother also smiled and nodded to Yang Yi.

"It turns out that this lady is behind her ears, I thought she was asleep. Yang Yi walked in and took a pack of cigarettes and said to the third master: "The third grandmother has no children and no daughters, she lives on such a small shop, generally everyone buys everything that can be bought here, even if you help the third grandmother, I will have no change!" Yang Yi came to the third grandmother with a hundred yuan, and even gestured and yelled, the third grandmother finally understood, and shouted to Yang Yi with a toothless mouth: "It's okay child, don't worry!"

Yang Yi walked out with a cigarette and wrote on a small blackboard at the door: "There is no change, Xiao Yi owes ten yuan." Seeing that the third master showed a puzzled look again, Yang Yi explained: "The third grandmother is often short of change here, even if you don't bring money, you can give it next time, just write it here." Wood couldn't help but say, "Then aren't you afraid that someone will write someone else's name indiscriminately?"

Yang Yi said disdainfully: "Who is so lacking in virtue if they are all villagers, and who cares about those few dollars, if he really does this and is known, it is estimated that he will not be able to live himself." "Wood, as a city person, can't understand the credibility here, the so-called contract or something is simply a matter of one sentence, today you say you want a truck of cement, tomorrow I will send it to you, not even a deposit, you have no credibility here and may starve to death in the village.

The third master shook his head and smiled: "I've lived outside for a long time, and I forgot about the roots, the village should be like this!" Yang Yi handed the cigarette to the third master and said, "My grandfather quit smoking when I was a child, I suggest you don't give it to him." The third master smiled and said to himself: "If it is really Lao Yang, there is no such thing as quitting smoking, hurry up and lead the way!"