When there was still some distance from Gujing Village, Mo Fei let the crane quietly land in a secluded place. The crowd jumped off the crane's back.

The jade mountain soul hanging above Mo Fei's neck also turned into a human body again.

Here, it is only a few miles away from Gujing Village, and Mo Fei and the others are naturally not good at riding the crane again.

Although along the way, Mo Fei performed the technique of stealth, but carefully sail the ship of ten thousand years, it would not be good if it was discovered by the villagers.

A few people tidied up their clothes and walked along the road leading to Gujing Village, and the crane had already been included in the Mo Lian space by Mo Fei.

In this way, not only is it not easy for people to find the abnormality, but the aura in the space is strong, which is more conducive to the cultivation of this crane.

This highway was built by the county government as a condition of the lease contract when Mo Fei came to Gujing Village and negotiated with the Guansheng Group about the use of Gujing.

Although it is only an inconspicuous country road, it is of great significance to Gujing Village.

Before Mo Fei came to live in Gujing Village, there was only one dirt road leading to Chishui Town, and the villagers of Gujing Village were covered in mud on rainy days and dirt on sunny days.

The biggest wish of the villagers of Gujing Village, including Village Chief Li, is to one day solve the problem of difficult travel. However, it has not been paid attention to by relevant departments and has not been properly dealt with for more than ten years.

Later, under the planning of Mo Fei, the county government had to build this road, so the villagers of Gujing Village have always been grateful to Mo Fei.

A few people stood on the road and looked up in the direction of the village, although it was already the end of October, Gujing Village was still verdant, and compared to the surrounding environment, it was completely different.

The surrounding mountains are a brilliant golden yellow, a few points of fire red are mixed in it, it is very conspicuous, it is the maple tree in the green mountain, in the autumn wind, it looks particularly beautiful.

Although Gujing Village is no longer lush in the middle of summer, it is still luxuriant, especially at the entrance of the village, the old locust tree, with its branches stretched, tall and straight, as if it is the patron saint of the whole village, standing quietly in front of the village.

Everyone was still some distance away from the entrance of the village, and they saw Zhao Wuye and others sitting under the old locust tree from a distance.

The old men didn't know what Lu Dao was talking about, and they all smiled. A gust of mountain wind blew, and the hearty laughter drifted far away with the wind.

A few old men chatted ramblingly. Zhao Wuye knocked the cigarette pouch pot in his hand, refilled it with tobacco, lit it, put it in his mouth, and took a puff of gray-white smoke and slowly rose.

Zhao Wuye narrowed his eyes, turned his head, and said to the old man Zhou beside him: "Brother Zhou, the ink boy has been out for a while, did you say when you will come back?" ”

"I said that I had something important to deal with, and I really don't know when I will come back. This kid doesn't look light-hearted, but his mouth is actually very tight. ”

Old man Zhou said while breaking his fingers to count the days: "Five days, ten days, well, even if today is exactly 27 days, you said that this kid went out by himself and went to the house, leaving my old man at home alone, how can I be considered a guest." Hmph, when he comes back, I'll have to talk about it. ”

Old Man Zhou snorted coldly.

"Forget it, what kind of guest are you, who are you polite with, I think you wish you could live in Xiaomo's house permanently." Isn't it better than if you were in a big city and smelled gasoline every day? ”

Old Man Wang Sanpao pursed his lips and disagreed with Old Man Zhou's words. The others laughed when they heard what he said.

Under the shade of the tree, Zhao Wuye was facing the direction of the road, raised his head, squinted his eyes, looked into the distance, and suddenly found several figures coming from a distance.

Could it be that Xiaomo's child is back? Zhao Wuye rubbed his eyes, looked intently, and faintly saw a handsome and upright young man, an old man with a childish face and crane hair, and three lively and cute children laughing on the road, it was Mo Fei and a few people.

The old man Wang Sanpao on the side saw that Zhao Wuye's expression was different, and he couldn't help but wonder: "Fifth brother, what's wrong with you?" ”

Following Zhao Wuye's gaze, he saw Mo Fei at a glance, and shouted: "Isn't that Mo boy, this kid has been outside for so long, and finally knows that Lu Dao is back, it's not easy." ”

While the old man Wang Sanpao was speaking, Mo Fei and the others had already walked to the entrance of the village.

"Fifth Master, Third Gun Grandfather, Old Zhou"

Mo Fei greeted several old people one by one, although they hadn't seen each other for more than a month, but the old men were still in good spirits, and they seemed to be more physically tough, not at all like eighty or ninety years old.

Zhao Wuye said with a smile: "Xiaomo, why have you been there for so long, you are not here, the people in the village miss you very much, especially Xiao Lizi, he told me, these days, there is no bottom to do anything, you are going to become the Dinghai Shenshen Needle in our village." ”

As he spoke, several old people and furniture laughed, and the clean and hearty laughter diffused at the entrance of the village. (To be continued......)