If Yuan Xiaobai only recovered her body before, then now the whole person is alive and well, and when she opened the door, she was already helping Uncle Miao push the stone mill in the yard.

Yuan Xiaobai, who was full of spring breeze, wiped the sweat on his forehead and shouted to me: "Hey, Xiao Yizao!" ”

"You're ......"

She giggled and said, "I haven't moved for a long time, the air in the mountains is good, it's so comfortable!" ”

I muttered, "Well, it's finally good." ”

While talking and laughing, there was a knock on the door outside, and a man in a single-button gray suit and gold-rimmed glasses was poking his brain outside, and there were several head scoops outside, all of which were some fresh faces.

"Is this the village chief's house?" The man in the suit asked with a smile on his face, holding two red plastic bags in his hand, which looked like gifts.

"I'm the village chief." Uncle Miao looked the visitor up and down, and asked vigilantly, "Which one are you?" What to do? ”

"Hello, hello!" The person who came immediately came up and held Uncle Miao and said, very politely: "We are here to visit you, from Beijing." ”

When Uncle Miao heard this, he quickly welcomed people in and said, "Beijing? Obediently, that's the leader of the capital! Inside please, inside please. ”

The man in the suit walked in while holding Uncle Miao's words, and nodded his head to us and him one by one, followed by seven more people, five men and two women, all dressed in fashionable, wearing sportswear that was very rare on the market at that time, and carrying bulging backpacks.

I whispered to the fat man, "Fatty, do you look at this group of Beijingers?" ”

The fat man touched his chin and said, "No, I can't hear the smell of Beijing films, but I feel that there is a familiar smell of peppercorns." ”

I agreed: "I also feel like, in the past two years, there have been more people who have traveled south and north, and the accent can't be changed, southerners and northerners are different, and southwestern and northeastern people are different, so I can't change my bones." ”

The fat man smiled and said in Sichuan: "Mom is better than a bunch of melon babies and pretending to be the people of the capital, just this turtle son has to be messed with by Lao Tzu to know it!" ”

Shi Dangdang is a native of Sichuan, he grew up in Sichuan since he was a child, even if he left Sichuan, his roots are still there, the accent of this group of people is mixed with an obvious Sichuan tone, he can hide Uncle Miao but he can't hide it from the fat man and me.

Except for the one who followed Uncle Miao into the house, the other seven people stood in the courtyard, divided into two groups, looking around but always feeling that they were checking the terrain. I beckoned Xiaobai and Cha Wenbin into the room together, closed the door and said what I found, Yuan Xiaobai's words made us feel that things had fallen into a worse situation.

"They've got guys, and when the guy turned to go over, I saw that he didn't pull down his shirt on the back of his waist, revealing a gun. The person next to him seemed to notice that I saw it, and ripped off the person's clothes and kept staring at me, but fortunately you called me in, and I felt a little hairy in my heart when I was staring. ”

The fat man asked, "What gun, do you see clearly?" ”

"I don't see it, it's black, it's supposed to be a pistol."

As soon as the fat man heard that there was a gun, he also felt that it was not good: "The people who come are not good, this place is so poor that such a group of people come, I also saw it just now, and the people standing outside are all practitioners." ”

Cha Wenbin said: "Let's see what they want to do first, let's not act rashly, there are many people on the other side, and we will definitely suffer a loss in the fight, so let's go and investigate first." ”

For them, we are the lord and they are the guests, so we walked into the living room generously. In the words of the fat man, sneaky eavesdropping is not necessary, it is reasonable to be the one who is weak.

Father Miao also got up and said to the man in the suit when he saw us entering: "Oh, Mr. Qian, let me introduce you to these people, this is the original batch of educated youths in our Tunzi, they are all city dolls, and I treat them as my nephews." ”

The man got up and smiled at us, "There is something to do in the future, and it is good to be young." ”

"A fart look, looks like a hammer and Weile" The fat man was already using Sichuan dialect at this time, and his appearance was teasing: "You say me, Zhang Dechou doesn't say that he is still a rural hukou, you say that you are not a barbaric person." I don't say that the rural household registration is barbaric, my mouth is still stinky, and I offend people as soon as I open my mouth. ”

I looked at the man in the suit who was called Mr. Qian, his face was blue and white for a while, but it was not easy to have a seizure, and the fat man pretended to look at Daddy Miao with an innocent expression and said: "Ouch, I forgot, this is a leader from Beijing who can't understand our Sichuan dialect, and he is disrespectful and disrespectful." ”

Father Miao laughed and said: "Don't talk about him, I don't understand either, when I was a soldier in the past, the platoon commander was from Sichuan, and he gave us orders, and I always heard it wrong, and I had to find a comrade-in-arms to translate." ”

Seeing that there was a step down, the man hurriedly echoed: "Yes, yes, how China is looking, I didn't understand it just now, it's okay, it's okay." ”

The fat man continued to joke: "What I'm talking about is that this leader has worked hard, and this is the countryside for fear of neglect." ”

The man didn't have a good seizure when he heard it, so he had to talk nonsense, and he continued to echo: "The mountains are good, the air in the mountains is fresh......

I saw a letter of introduction stamped with a red stamp on the table, and glanced at it, probably saying that this group of people from a certain department in Beijing came here to explore topographic mapping maps, and needed the cooperation of the relevant local departments, no wonder Daddy Miao said that they were leaders.

Father Miao got up and said: "I'll take you around in a while, our Tunzi has a small population but a large place, and it is very partial, and there is a village office in the village." There are kitchens and toilets inside, and I will lead you over after lunch here, and the leaders have been wronged, and our conditions here are limited. I will also send someone to send food and use in the afternoon, and you can just know what is going on in this tunzi. ”

At lunch, only the fat man and Daddy Miao and the person surnamed Qian were at the main table, and we were holding bowls in the yard. originally planned to go home tomorrow, but Cha Wenbin said that he would stay for two more days to see what was going on, and he was a little worried about the safety of Daddy Miao. What's the matter with you carrying a gun for a surveyor, and the other seven have never said a word since the morning and haven't entered the house, so they are definitely well-trained.

"Come on, come on, I'll add another bowl to you." Father Miao said politely to Mr. Qian.

The man shirked again and again: "I have eaten well, thank you village chief." ”

Father Miao has the simplicity and hospitality of a countryman, and said, "Can't you eat enough?" ”

"Hey, Dad, you're wrong about this, you can't talk about being full of food, you can only talk about eating well." After that, he stared at Mr. Qian and said, "That's right, right? ”

The man smiled: "Yes, yes, this little brother is right. ”

Father Miao asked puzzledly: "Why pinch, of course this meal has to be full." ”

The fat man put down the dishes and chopsticks and looked at Mr. Qian and said, "Dad, you don't know, it doesn't matter which place in the country you say you're full, but you can't say it in front of us Sichuan people." Then he said in dialect: "We Sichuan people have a curse saying: You turtle son, are you full? The fat man may have been even moved by his own wit, and he couldn't help but squirt out a mouthful of white rice after seeing Mr. Qian's face turn the color of pork liver......

Mr. Qian's temper is definitely good, he slapped the rice on his hair and continued to say to Daddy Miao: "It's okay, it's okay......

When the fat man told us about this stubble, I was about to break my waist with laughter, and he would never lose to the authentic old Beijing when it came to poor mouths, which further confirmed our guess: there is definitely something wrong with this group of people! They are enduring, no matter how the fat man is stimulating them, they are always giving in, which also shows that these people are not ordinary people, and we decided to stay right.

The village office is separated from Miao's father's house by a river, there is a stone bridge on the river, and the two doors are facing each other's doors. But the gang had not come out since the afternoon when they entered the village office, and the gate was always closed.

In the evening, Daddy Miao went to the door once, and the other party still came out of Mr. Qian, and the others did not know where to go, explaining that they were sleeping when they were tired, and they would let Daddy Miao be their guide tomorrow and take them around.

The fat man who learned of the situation immediately volunteered to ask Daddy Miao to accompany him, and Daddy Miao also agreed, because the fat man's reason was: We are from the city and can talk, and we are also familiar with this tunzi.

In the evening, the four of us took turns staring at the opposite door from the window, and the lights went out at seven o'clock in the opposite room, and there was no special movement until dawn, everything was normal......

Say:

Good night, happy holidays, I have returned to my hometown