By the time the renovation of Li Jinxing's house was completed, the renovation project of Banwan Village had been carried out for a small time. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The facades of the old and new villages have been unified and repaired, the renovation of the primary school has gradually come to an end, and the muddy path is resting...

The god of the village is being revived little by little in the hands of the dove tree.

At this time, the transformation of Banwan Village no longer belongs to the repertoire group of Dream Renovation Home or the host of Dragon TV, they have become the people who match the bridge and the excavator of the project.

However, the program team still enjoys the right to record and shoot the program, and is the beneficiary.

The proximity of the provincial government's policies and the financial support of large groups are the reasons why the whole project can be carried out smoothly.

Bai Hengtong is the planner and operator of such a village transformation, or it can also be called the dream realizer of the villagers of Banwan Village.

One work item after another was reported to him, and another item was dealt with.

The three groups of renovations in Shanghai and Rongcheng have also begun to be completed.

It's very busy, but it's really working, and everyone on the team is improving.

In the past few days, the atmosphere in the village has been a little weird, and as for what it is like, I can't say what it is.

The place where the team lives has clearly informed the villagers that they will no longer accept any gifts from the villagers.

All the members also got the entrustment of Hengtong, even if it was a cigarette handed over, they had to wave their hands and refuse.

After Li Jinxing's house walked out, the villagers couldn't bear it anymore, and tried their best to hope that the designer could go to their own house to have a look.

Designer Bai is too powerful, he has the magic power to turn decay into magic, and he is even more immortal than a god.

This seems to be the consensus of everyone.

First, the gift was refused, and then the villagers began to think about the relationship, and the village head, the secretary of the village party committee, and even the relevant leaders in the town visited the company one after another.

Juetong received them one by one, but he didn't let go of the transformation at all.

He doesn't care if you're in the village or in the township, and he doesn't buy anyone's account!

I'm not afraid of your story, the renovation project of Banwan Village is a key project in the province, and it has long been pushed to the public.

No, the villagers feel that they can really only look at the mood of the white designer, and all depend on the blessings of their previous life.

Every household, a pair of eyes fell on Jue Tong's body for a moment.

Wherever the road in the village she walks, where she passes in front of her house, and where she stays, it will be passed on by word of mouth, pondered, and interpreted.

At noon, an ordinary family in Banwan Village.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was not cheerful, and even a little tense.

"I said his dad, can you think of a way?"

"Forget about Shu Ting's family, look at it, now the two He Biao and Li Jinxing, who were far worse than our family before, are about to surpass our family."

"Once the village becomes a scenic spot for that kind of travel, the two of them will definitely soar into the sky, and our family will be far behind."

"When the time comes, their family will eat and drink spicy food, and we will still be the same!"

The hostess put the bowl on the table, frowned, and said in a deep voice.

"What can I do?"

"It's not that you don't know, now Designer Bai doesn't accept gifts from anyone, and it's useless to find anyone!"

"Everyone said that it still depends on their own blessings and the mood of the white designer."

The man answered.

At the dinner table, the son and daughter-in-law were pondering, and the old man in the family, the fat old man who was always happy, was bored and had no intention of interjecting.

Now in this family, it is the daughter-in-law who says yes, he has the lowest status, but he does not complain about his son, and the atmosphere of the whole village is like this, and he is a little afraid of guilt.

The fat old man didn't react to his son's and daughter-in-law's muttering on his face, but he couldn't stop rolling his eyes in his heart.

He felt that his son and daughter-in-law were delusional.

The old man didn't squeak, but he didn't expect that at this moment, the daughter-in-law's eyes rolled, and the conversation suddenly turned to the fat old man.

"I said Dad, or..."

"Why don't you go and talk to Designer Bai?"

The words came so suddenly that the fat old man coughed.

"Me?"

"I don't know the white designer, it's useless for the village secretary to look for it, and it's even more useless for me to go!"

Wave your hand again and again.

"Dad, you don't know."

"I've noticed that Designer Bai has a lot of respect for an old man of your age."

"Tell me about it!"

The more the daughter-in-law pondered about it, the more she felt that it was feasible, and a bright smile appeared on her face.

"Dad, you have to hurry up about this."

"I'm thinking that the first person can get Designer Bai's consent, and when everyone thinks of this idea, it will definitely be useless!"

His tone was a little hurried, and his eyes looked directly at the old man.

"Why don't you go now?"

"Hey, what else to eat, when you come back, I'll cook you whatever you want."

I don't want to, the fat old man wiped his face and suppressed his voice: "I won't go." ”

"Go, you go!"

As soon as the old man's words fell, the daughter-in-law's face was brushed down.

Picked up the bowl on the table and dropped it down hard.

I only heard a 'bang' sound, which made people shiver.

"I don't think you need to eat this meal!"

"I don't want to help my family at all, I'm a white eater at home..."

"Look at the Li Er's family..."

The words became more and more unpleasant, and the voice seemed harsh.

The fat old man's face also became ugly, and he glanced at his muffled son angrily, but saw that there was no reaction.

The old man was also on fire.

As soon as he put the bowl in front of him, he stood up from his position with a hula.

"I really won't eat your bowl of rice."

Leaving a sentence, he didn't look at his daughter-in-law, got up and went out.

When I go out, it's an old place, and I plan to bask in the sun next to the corner and smoke a cigarette.

to the ground.

Oh, the old brothers are here!

All of them didn't look good, smoking cigarettes and muffling their voices.

Several old men looked at each other like this, and they guessed in their hearts.

"You..."

"You..."

Voices came out one after another, followed by a sigh in unison: "Alas..."

"It is said that raising children to prevent old age, raising children to prevent old age, I didn't expect that we would have to suffer this anger when we get old."

The old man squatting in the corner said in a deep voice.

"What's the solution, it's not that we can't do it anymore, we have to be served at home every day, and we eat white rice."

"My daughter-in-law has an idea today, she wants me to go to Designer Bai, and she wants me to sell this old face."

"Can I say yes? I can't do it! ”

"Don't say you don't have this ability, even if you have, you can't do it!"

The fat old man found a stone and sat down without scruples, he took out a dry cigarette and lit it, and said in a deep voice.

"If we can have a job to do, it will be better than now, at least not to eat idle food."

"What can we do? We're all this age, and we can't go down to the ground..."

"Every day by this bird's anger!"

A few old men muttered, and fell silent with their cigarettes.

"We can sing, Buyi opera, eight-tone sitting and singing, what can't we do?"

After a while, someone suddenly accosted me.

"What's the use of us singing, no one wants to listen to it now!"

"Lao Li, if you want to say that our village Buyi drama is second, but no one dares to say first..."

said yes twice, but as soon as the atmosphere sank, the old people reacted and knew what the old man wanted to express before.

After a pause, someone said in a deep voice:

"Do you think designer Bai is what we think?"

"It's been a few days, and there's been no movement!"

"If he can really bring our old skills to life, we can still be the masters of this singing opera."

"We don't have much money, we can satisfy our own lives..."

"Hey, that's the equivalent of saving us old men."

"If you can have an income, your status in the family will rise, and you can't greet us old men as masters anymore!"

"Don't say it, if there is such a land, I am willing to do it even if I don't have money."

"I love these old crafts, I'm afraid they will be lost."

"Me too, me too, it's so comfortable to be old and sing and sing..."