Yining Village, a small mountain village isolated from the world.

There are no more than 100 households in the small mountain village, and the sparse tiled houses are located at the foot of this mountain, and the only thing that seems to be rich is the village chief's house, a house with a few porcelain tiles, a dilapidated tile house, a mud house, a red brick house and the only house with a small number of tiles, which make up this small mountain village - Yining Village.

This is a small mountain village that has been forgotten by the map, and if you look at all the maps, you can only find an approximate location, but there is no name and no display, so it is said that this is an isolated but small mountain village in the world.

The village chief is still a villager, and everyone votes for it, after all, the village chief is also a villager of Yuanning Village, and he just wants to have a leader who can lead the small mountain village to prosperity.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

Ning Fan, who was sitting on a luxurious mahogany chair, looked at his own one, the only LCD TV in the entire small mountain village, broadcasting the data of the epidemic.

Luxury mahogany chairs, village chief Ning Fan is a rich man? No, no, no, you think too much, it is a luxury given by a pure carpenter to the village chief, two long and one short mahogany chairs, the carpenters in the small mountain village use exquisite carpentry skills, and it took half a month to find professional villagers in carving by hand, and work together to create these two long and one short mahogany chairs, as for other villagers, there are still some small benches, three-legged tables, and two-meter-long stools for sitting a few people.

The signal in the mountains is weak, looking at the information of the news, occasionally the signal is weak and jumps off the platform, and the screen is spent, but there is no way, finally there is one, and you can't dislike it.

Ning Fan looked at the information on the news, and tapped the bench with his little hand in thought.

"Knock Knock Knock"

"Oops!"

Ning Fan suddenly remembered that his small mountain village, although isolated from the world, but his family has two roads out of the village, one is the main gate, the other is behind the mountain, the mountain road behind the mountain is a prosperous road built by the physical and financial resources of all the villagers, it has not been a year since it was paved, but there are also many people who will come to Yinning Village from the mountain road to visit relatives.

What's more, now is the time of the Chinese New Year, my own small mountain village is not too bland, every year will hold a common ceremony, a large banquet, invite guests from all over the world, drink and chat about business things and things, visit relatives and friends to talk about business.

Since Ning Fan was born, it has always been like this, no one wants to hold it, but it is a vulgar ceremony, the so-called family rules, no one wants to be unable to smash it in their hands, but the banquet is really not cheap.

I still remember when I was five or seven years old, I held 88 tables of wine tables, and there were countless seafoods, not to mention, at that time, some things were not forbidden to eat, and there were some things that were priceless, and they could not be measured by money, just countable, not counting the dishes, put them on today's banquet, you can be very proud to say:

One table - worth 10,000 yuan

Count some unspeakable and priceless things, and spend millions of dollars a year......

Therefore, the people of Yinning Village are old and poor, from birth to the present, the minimum number of tables is more than a dozen per year, often forty tables, after a long time, who can hold this special meow? The wild medicinal herbs were all sold, and it was barely enough to maintain this dilapidated mountain village.

Back then, the rich were found in the mountains, and their old men were famous, and there were many guests at the banquet every year, from the rich to the private jets, to the big bosses who were in charge of one side, and the contacts accumulated during the war era, although they were low-key hidden in small mountain villages, but the real big people would praise and respect when they heard this name.

It's a pity that in this small mountain village, with the death of Ning Fan's own old man, several other old men faded out of the world, except for boxing every day, scolding some students who are in charge of one side, and occasionally pulling his grandson to force him to sit cross-legged and meditate, and no longer take care of the affairs and affairs of the small mountain village.

Gradually, the family without a leader slowly rushed to various places, the relationship became strange, and the small mountain village became even more dilapidated.