No one knew about Ye Ping's suicide by jumping into the river yesterday, but he was the first to be admitted to a prestigious university in Dashimen Town, and the attention he received was naturally very high, so the news that he had fallen into the Dashimen Reservoir quickly spread, making everyone in Xiangyang Village know about it, otherwise Zhao Qiang would not have come to see him with fruit early in the morning. (Baidu search update is the fastest and most stable)

It is a unique habit for people in the village to talk about the shortcomings of the east and west, and there are not many interesting things in the countryside, such as whoever catches a big fish, hunts a wild boar, or even a big quarrel between two people at night, can quickly spread throughout the village.

However, these people don't have too much malice, just as a conversation after dinner, and the freshness has passed in three or five days.

And Ye Ping, who was about to go to the town, naturally heard someone talking about him, but with Zhao Qiang's early visit, he guessed a little bit in his heart, he just smiled faintly and didn't say anything.

Moreover, because of Zhao Qiang's visit, he also figured it out, even if he let his mother know about his "falling into the river", it doesn't matter, after all, he is now harmless and painless, how much can he worry?

After walking along the mountain road for almost a mile, Ye Ping saw a height limit shelf, and three big characters were engraved on it, Xiangyang Village!

The location of Xiangyang Village is good, it is located in a small basin between the mountains, and the fields are mostly flat, which belongs to the rare fertile fields of several nearby villages. The Sendai River, which originates from the depths of the mountains, runs around the village, so there are many water sources, and it is close to a large reservoir such as the Dashimen Reservoir, which is a good place for farming.

Moreover, there are many small ponds, and you can see ponds and ponds in the fields, in front of the village, and behind the houses.

From here, he walked on the road to the town, and here, the road is not a road, but the mountain road is not as difficult as the mountain road. (Baidu search update is the fastest and most stable)

This section of the road existed before the liberation, I don't know how many years of history, many stones are polished out of the mirror-like luster, the road surface is a little potholed, paved with bluestone.

Another disadvantage is that it is narrow, only about four meters, and the two small cars can be staggered when they cross each other, but it is a little difficult to do when the two big cars meet, and they can only retreat to a certain avoidance point to stagger through.

In the past, there were few cars, and few cars ran to the countryside a year, but now although people in the countryside can eat enough with their own fields, there is still a big gap from a well-off society.

Even if you have a small car, it will not be common in the village, but there are many large cars. Some long-term young people are ahead of some people, and they can often see big cars coming and going for transportation, and these potholes and potholes are also damaged by these big cars.

Not only that, but because there are more cars on this road, how can it be a tragic blockage? If there is ice on the mountain road, the car will be destroyed and people will be killed, and it will fall into a ravine dozens of meters deep.

The crash has happened several times in recent years, and the villagers' opinions are very big, so let these young people go to repair the road, but they are all a little underestimated the energy of these young people, and the rhetoric of these villagers is even more deaf, I heard that the people of Xiangyang Village have been unbearable, and there have been several conflicts with these young people, but in the end, it still ended in failure, and can only end up being angry and dare not speak, seeing that the road is becoming more and more like a mountain road.

It is said that the villagers have no choice but to make this gang of ruffians, and the village chief also plans to exchange money for the whole village, widen and widen this mountain road for seven or eight miles, and repair it in the leveling.

This cost is very high, and some people have made a simple budget, even if the whole village pays labor, it will cost two or three hundred thousand. Xiangyang Village is a large village, with more than 100 households in the whole village, and each household is divided into two or three thousand. Based on the economic situation in the village, at least half of the peasant households have a half-year income of only two or three thousand.

Let them pay for the construction of roads, it is difficult!

And even if you have the money to build roads, so what? It's not cheap, these ruffians, they're not stupid, how can they do such a thankless job.

What's more, the kid of the village chief's family is the leader of this gang of ruffians!

How can this be said clearly by a person with bad intentions?

Along the way, Ye Ping came to the town without stopping, and the health center in the town was only a few minutes away from where he was now, so he planned to stop and rest.

Ye Ping opened the cap of the mineral water bottle and took a sip of the spiritual spring water in the farmland.

Because he had drunk a lot before, the effect was not obvious, but the tip of his nose was sweating slightly, and there were no other symptoms.

I glanced at Dashimen Town, which was a little brighter than the countryside, with people coming and going on the road and vehicles running around, so it was not lively.

"There's still half a bottle left, which should be enough for Dad to drink?" After recapping the bottle, Ye Ping raised his hand, glanced at the water in the bottle, smiled, and then continued on the road.

Dashimen Town Health Center, located on this bright and lively cross-sectional street, is the best hospital in Dashimen Town.

People in the village and people in the town generally choose the nearest clinic to have a look at any minor illness, but those who have a serious illness will generally choose to come here for treatment, because it is slightly cheaper than the hospitals in the district and the city.

Moreover, most people can't afford to go to large and medium-sized hospitals!

Just like Ye Ping's family, when his father was terminally ill, he only dared to come to the town to see the disease, and he didn't dare to go to the district, let alone the city. And even so, his family is already in worse condition, if it really goes to those hospitals, the family can only go to the Dashimen Reservoir to commit suicide by throwing themselves into the river.

After Ye Ping entered the hall of the health center, he stood still, first looked up and glanced around, only to see a doctor in a white coat coming out of an office, followed by four or five people, asking him long and short, but the doctor was displeased, and seemed to be very impatient with several people's long and short questions.

In addition, those who pay the bills, walk quickly, in short, people come and go, and they are more noisy than the streets outside.

Thinking of the cultivation world where he used to be, there, there is also such a place, for the cultivation of medicine, all the people in it are the same as Ye Ping, who entered the Tao with medicine, and the only difference between the two is that Ye Ping is alone and does not like to contact people.

And this medical cultivation door, but it is like a market, with a solid background, and the status is one of the best, there are outstanding disciples, there are arrogant people, there are arrogant people, in short, the forest is big, and there are all kinds of birds.

Ye Ping's eyes were sharp, and he looked at the medical staff in a white coat in the hall with disdain, pursed his lips, and sneered, "This is really natural selection, it seems that all worlds are the same!"

Thinking of this, Ye Ping stopped going to see the doctor, and then swaggered through the corridor and stepped on the stairs to go straight to the third floor.

Listening to the sound of snoring and sleeping in each ward, and the sound of noisy and loud talking, Ye Ping walked all the way to the door of the 305 ward and gently pushed the door.

"Dad, are you feeling better? Mom stewed some chicken soup for you, let me bring it to you. Walking into the ward, Ye Ping's father stared at the ceiling above his head with his eyes open, his eyes full of despair.