Fang Yuan didn't seem to hear clearly, and asked again: "What's the name?" ”

"Boss, this place is called Shenglongkou." An employee hurriedly replied: "Shenglongkou Township, under the jurisdiction of 16 villages, with a total area of 82 square kilometers, of which the cultivated area accounts for half of the total area, is a famous agricultural township......

"Shenglongkou, agricultural township!" Fang Yuan groaned, and suddenly smiled: "It seems to be quite interesting." ”

As he spoke, Fang Yuan took his hands and slowly walked towards the countryside. The rest of the employees looked at each other, and they didn't think it meant anything. But the boss left, and they didn't think much about it and followed.

Back in the village, naturally someone arranged a place for them to stay.

Even though it was a farmhouse, the host was very welcoming. After all, the common people have rods and scales in their hearts, and they can also distinguish between right and wrong, and know who is really helping them and who is casually fooling people.

There is no doubt that there are leaders of the county town and a group of reporters interviewing them, which naturally makes the people in the village understand that this matter must be taken seriously, otherwise it will not be explained. Someone helped build a bridge for free, and whoever refuses is a fool.

Of course, to accept help, you must accept favors, and you can't turn your face and deny people. Therefore, in the village, Fang Yuan and the others must have enjoyed a high level of courtesy, and many people welcomed their arrival.

In this regard, Fang Yuan and the others were naturally very happy, after all, no one wanted them to act kindly, but in exchange for a cold face. The most important thing is that they also know in their hearts that the construction of the bridge at this time is inseparable from the help of the people of the village.

You need me, and I need you. Then everyone is naturally harmonious, and they hate to see each other late......

But then again, Fang Yuan and his party were more than a dozen people. A single family will definitely not be able to receive it, so it needs to be dispersed. But as a boss who pays for it, he is definitely treated differently from ordinary employees.

The village chief personally opened his mouth and invited Fang Yuan to his house as a guest, he definitely couldn't help but give this face.

To be honest, the village chief's house is not very luxurious and high-end, and it is nothing more than a blue brick house. But compared to the mud houses of other villagers. It can also be regarded as a relatively comfortable "mansion".

However, judging from the ancient traces of the vicissitudes of the blue brick house, this house is obviously not the latest to be built, at least a few decades old. According to the village chief, it was the house left by his grandfather, a veritable ancestral house.

In fact, the village chief is not very old, only about forty. His father is still alive. It was an old man in his sixties. The old man is old, but his body is very tough, and he often goes to the fields to farm. A vegetable garden next to the house is what he is responsible for taking care of.

The old man was also very happy about Fang Yuan's arrival, if he hadn't just drunk wine, he would definitely pull Fang Yuan to continue to have a few drinks and talk about family life.

The village chief's family was so welcoming. On the contrary, Fang Yuan felt a little embarrassed, and he was more rusty. The village chief also saw the clues. Very understanding, a smile led him to the guest room to settle in.

The guest room is not spacious, about ten square meters, with a one-meter-five bed, a small table, chairs, and no other furniture. The bed had quilts and pillows, all new and very clean and tidy.

After all, the village chief has seen people in the world, and he has not been to the county seat for meetings, so he naturally knows how to say some scenes: "The humble house is simple, if there is anything that is not well taken care of, please bear with Boss Fang." ”

"It's okay, that's already good, I'm bothering." Fang Yuan waved his hand and said, what he said was also the truth. After all, in the middle of the countryside, it is certainly not easy to free up a clean and tidy room. Maybe someone in the village chief's family will have to sleep with whom.

The two of them said a few polite words, and the village chief retreated and let Fang Yuan rest.

After a night of silence, Fang Yuan got up the next morning and ate breakfast under the warm hospitality of the village chief, and then Bao Longtu came with a mighty truck fleet. More than a dozen large trucks were parked next to the broken bridge, and the cars were full of stacks of reinforced concrete, all of which were materials for building the bridge anyway.

When the people in the countryside heard the wind and saw these materials, they naturally smiled and were very happy. To be honest, when they see these things, they are completely relieved.

In fact, the people were not worried that Fang Yuan would not build the bridge, but that he would delay the time, and that a bridge would be repaired for a year and a half, only caring about fame and ignoring the urgent demands of the people. Now, it seems, that worry is unwarranted. After all, the materials are now, even if Fang Yuan doesn't send someone to repair it, then they can complete it.

You must know that in the remote villages, due to the difficult living conditions, many villagers are experts in many hats, and they can plough the land when they go to the field, and they will have more work after going to the field.

Even the house can be built by itself, not to mention the bridge.

Of course, bridges built by the villagers themselves may not be as practical and beautiful as those built by professional workers, but they are absolutely sturdy and durable, and they will not break.

For example, the stone bridge that was broken before was also built by the village people themselves, and it is said to be the product of more than 100 years ago. It's just that because the stone material is not good, it is weathered and crispy. Now supported by reinforced concrete, some villagers are confident that if the bridge is built by them, it will last at least 300 years.

For such remarks, Fang Yuan smiled slightly, and immediately announced in public that the workers who built the bridge would be recruited directly in the villages, and everyone was welcome to sign up to participate, and the wages would be paid daily......

Hearing this, the onlookers were stunned for a moment, and immediately dispersed.

Seeing this, Fang Yuan was stunned, a little inexplicable. But he didn't let him wait longer, and in the blink of an eye, the young people in the village immediately swarmed over, surrounded him, and rushed to sign up.

You must know that it is only autumn now, and it is still early before the autumn harvest, and the old and young masters in the village are idle, and they are thinking about finding something to do and earn some money. Now that there's a job close to home, who wouldn't want to participate?

Suddenly, the crowd was crowded, so crowded that Fang Yuan was almost out of breath, but fortunately, he was also smart, and instantly pushed the village chief out, saying that the matter was handed over to the village chief to be responsible. Disaster led to the east, and he was able to get out of the predicament.

"I can't see it, your prestige is still quite high." Bao Longtu stood nearby, gloating and watching the excitement.

Fang Yuan was covered with sweat, wiped it with a tissue, and then sighed: "No way, if you are handsome, you are charming." ”

", you." Bao Longtu looked up, and then looked left and right: "This river is not too turbulent, it can only be regarded as flowing relatively fast, why build a bridge in this high-lying position, instead of building a low-lying section nearby?" ”

Coming out of the countryside, two or three hundred meters apart, is a meandering river. The river originates in the mountains and meanders down the watershed, not only irrigating the farmland next to the village, but also serving as a source of water for the villagers to wash their clothes and rice.

The river is relatively wide, at least seven or eight meters long, and the depth is not shallow, enough to reach the knees of adults, and some even reach the waist level. From the point of view of width and depth, it is necessary to build a bridge to Guò.

The problem is that from the point of view of the location, the original place where the bridge was built, that is the highest position in the whole village. And the width of the two sides is also the longest, at least fourteen or fifteen meters.

Building bridges in high and wide places will definitely increase a lot of manpower, material and financial resources. Bao Longtu naturally doesn't care about this money, but he can't figure it out, why do rural people give up easy and difficult?

In fact, Bao Longtu just said it casually, but someone answered it without thinking about it: "Because every ten or eight years, there will be a big flood in the mountains." The lower places are flooded, and only by building bridges here will traffic not be cut off. ”

"Huh?"

Fang Yuan and Bao Longtu looked back, only to see that it was an old man who spoke, he was half-bald, the rest of his hair was very gray, there were only a few brows left in his eyebrows, and he was holding a bamboo cigarette stick that was at least half a meter long, which was unforgettable.

Fang Yuan's eyes blinked, and he hesitated, "Old man, who are you?" ”

"I'm the barefoot doctor in the village." The old man explained: "I heard that it was lively here, so I came to see it. ”

Fang Yuan glanced at it, then asked with a smile: "Old man, you said that there are perennial floods in the village?" ”

"It's not perennial, it's cyclical." The old man shook his head and said, "Every ten years, or eight years, and then the flood comes." If you ask the elderly people in the village, they must know about this phenomenon. ”

"When the flood comes, all the low-lying fields are flooded, and only by building bridges here, and the flood does not flood, will it be safe. This is a lesson left by our ancestors, and we can't just change the place. ”

When the old man said this, his expression was a little strict, obviously worried that Fang Yuan and Bao Long were trying to save trouble, and they changed the location of the bridge repair, so it would be troublesome in the future.

Fang Yuan immediately smiled and promised, "Old man, don't worry." We didn't intend to build the bridge on our own, we always respected the opinions of the local people, and they said that wherever they were built, they would build it......"

Fang Yuan didn't lie, he really thought so. After all, they do good deeds with good intentions, but they don't want to do bad things with good intentions. Each place has different folk customs, and if you don't want to get into trouble, it's undoubtedly the best choice to follow the local customs.

"That's good......" the old man nodded in satisfaction.

At this moment, some people in the village looked over and immediately shouted in surprise: "Hachiko, why are you here?" ”

"Hachiko, have you gone down the mountain?"

"Hachiko, come to my house for dinner at noon."

In an instant, most of the people who were around the village chief left in a hurry, and then rushed towards this side.

Seeing this, Fang Yuan was also a little surprised, he didn't expect that the old man in front of him would have such a high prestige among the villagers, obviously a few streets higher than the prestige of the village chief.

Even the village chief came obediently and shouted with a smile: "Eighth master, are you here?" ”

"I'm idle, I heard that the bridge is going to be repaired, so I'll come down and have a look." The old man said casually, between the seemingly ordinary and ordinary tone, but there was an unusual bearing. (To be continued......)

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