As a rural person, I have never seen any big stars, and occasionally there are one or two talented people in the village, such as who is admitted to the university and who is in the newspaper, they celebrate warmly, beating gongs and drums. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Like Lin Yi, he went directly to TV, and the old and young masters saw it really well, but it was still fake, so for a while, Lin Yi became the pride of the whole village.

"The Lin family's baby is on TV!"

"The Lin family's baby has a future!"

"The Lin family's baby is amazing!"

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When the news of Lin Yi's return reached the village, it was ready, beating gongs and drums to greet him like a hero who welcomed triumph.

Lin Yi would have expected to encounter such a battle, but he was startled.

As a sworn friend, Lao Cao Cao was happy for Lin Yi with a knife, stepped forward and directly hugged Lin Yi, hugged him passionately, and said, "Brother, you are finally back!" ”

Lao Huang still has a cold face, but his eyes are joyful and hot. Mother Zhang Cuihua has already smiled from ear to ear, for this simple rural woman, her son has a chance, which is to win glory for the family.

The old village chief also came, the fourth aunt also came, and everyone who could come came. It's just a pity that my sister and brother-in-law have gone back to Nandu, and Bao'er should also start school, otherwise she can see such a festive picture.

Lin Yi thought that the big guy would beat the gong and drum to welcome him into the village, but he didn't expect the old village chief to send a plaque over, Lin Yi looked at it, and there were four words written on it, "Virtue and Art Shuangxin", which Lin Yi couldn't bear, and directly refused, saying that he couldn't hang it and couldn't afford it.

The old village chief knocked on the cigarette pouch pot and said: "If you can't afford it, no one in our village can afford it, build roads, build schools, and go on TV to appreciate treasures, which one is not worthy of these four words?" ”

Choked back by the old village chief, Lin Yi could only smile bitterly, it seemed that those who could bear these four words were some old artists with gray hair or fluttering beards, old artists, how could they ---

No matter what, in the eyes of the villagers, Lin Yi seems to have become a celebrity who has been on TV, and has become the pride of the village, and even the people from ten miles and eight villages have come to join in the fun, wanting to see him with their own eyes, touch him, and see this real big star.

Lin Yi couldn't stand it anymore, so he quickly urged Cao Yidao and Lao Huang to get rid of the school's advice and line book, and then go back to Nandu, he didn't want to be exhibited and studied like a monster.

Lao Cao and the others worked well, and carefully packed the books in sacks, and actually filled thirty-eight sacks in one go. Although it is a thread-bound book, most of them are old cotton paper, but it is also heavy enough. The book is packed, but the question is how to transport it back? What should I do if there are three more sacks on the top of the Land Rover, and there are more than 30 sacks left? These things don't dare to squeeze hard, and they need to be put flat......

This place is remote, those trucks pulling goods are reluctant to come, and the medium and large trucks can't go on this kind of sheep intestine road in the countryside, even Lin Yi's Land Rover is very laborious to drive in and out.

Just when Lin Yi was distressed, he saw ten tractors driving outside the school. They are lined up like a military parade. One of them, Lin Yi, knew that it was the old man who sold his own thread-bound books.

The old man didn't say anything when he saw Lin Yi, just stood up high and roared, "Old and young masters, load the goods!" ”

So in the cold wind, these simple croppers all took action and loaded Lin Yi's packed sacks into the car.

They wiped the car very cleanly, especially the old man's tractor selling vegetables, I don't know how many times it was wiped, and it was so clean that there was not even a trace of ash; Their loading movements were very gentle, because they knew that they were all treasures that Lin Yi liked, and they knew that it was Lin Yi who gave money to help the township school build the campus and classrooms, and it was Lin Yi who helped the village build roads......

They are simple rural people, people respect me a foot, I respect people, if you are good to me, I will take out my heart and give it to you.

--- it's that simple!

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In this way, on the road between the countryside and the countryside, on the road between the countryside and the county seat, such a strange and spectacular scene appeared.

A million-dollar Land Rover in front of the road, and a dozen tractors behind the mighty snake formation were delayed, like a roaring dragon, galloping on the rugged and bumpy road.

Everywhere you go, you can't stop looking.

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From Tanghe County to Nandu, the distance is not too far, even the tractor has a day to finish.

So after a journey of about seven or eight hours, Lin Yi and the others drove directly to the outskirts of Nandu, but their battle startled the city's transportation department, and they thought something was wrong---

Mass petitions?

Gathering a crowd to disturb a nuisance?

Or is something big going on?

So from the moment they drove into the city, the traffic police drove a motorcycle to follow them, and they kept honking their horns, signaling Lin Yi to stop first.

Waiting to figure out the truth of the matter, those traffic policemen couldn't laugh or cry, it is estimated that they have been working for so long, and they have never encountered such a "pulling goods", and they are still pulling old books from more than a dozen tractors---

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With the help of Lao Han and others, Lin Yi finally returned home and moved all the old books he bought into his warehouse.

But when Lin Yi turned around and wanted to thank the old man for their money, the men who drove a tractor all the way in obscurity had already disappeared without a trace.

Seeing Lin Yi looking at the place where the convoy disappeared in a daze, Lao Cao stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's all real people--- rest assured, I left a cigarette in their car." You don't have to take the money, but you can always stop smoking the cigarettes, right? ”

Lin Yi smiled at this time: "Lao Cao, I have known you for so long, and you have done a beautiful thing for the first time." ”

Lao Cao smiled: "That's because you haven't discovered the advantages of my person--- in fact, I have a lot of advantages, for example, whether your more than 7,000 books are sold or not, I can help you find a buyer, as for the commission, you can see that you can do it......"

Lin Yi's answer was: "Not for sale!" ”

Lao Cao was anxious, "It's all a pile of rags, can you still repair it?" Okay, so even if you can fix it, how much does it cost? Not cost-effective! ”

Lin Yi just smiled: "I mean I won't sell it for the time being, and I'll notify you when I want to sell it." ”

Lao Cao turned his worries into joy and said, "Well, I know that you are still not dead set on these rags, so then pick and choose; I'll contact you first, and if you don't want those, give them cheaply. ”

Lin Yi thought about it and nodded.

For him, he may not have had the confidence to restore so many old books before, but as his aura grows stronger, he really wants to try---

What kind of spectacle would it be to restore 7,000 copies at once?

Thinking about it, Lin Yi felt hot all over. (To be continued.) )