Ganggang Yingzi Village.

Swallow's house is now a 'forbidden place', and the villagers, from old to young, are hiding from it.

It's never an exaggeration to say that it's abandoned.

Half an hour ago, the gangster group led by Xu Erhei in the village was declared wiped out.

A small half of the people in a village witnessed it with their own eyes.

Among these villagers, there are several families who are holding their pants on the kang to dry.

Scared and urine.

No one laughed at it either.

Those who can do it without polluting their pants, those who don't kneel on the ground, even if they stand like shaking Kang, are all considered 'guts fat'.

But there are very few.

The old branch secretary was in his position, and he had also seen a big scene back then, and he could bear it.

But the two young men who followed him also retreated.

However, the old branch secretary also found clues later.

As long as you don't mess with this master, you're quite kind and easy to talk to.

It can be seen from his attitude towards Yingzi.

"Yingzi, eat pastry, or sugar?"

Yingzi pointed to the candy in Wei Ping'an's hand.

"This?"

Yingzi swallowed her saliva, nodded, and stared at the White Rabbit toffee in Wei Ping'an's hand with watery eyes.

"Here's it."

Wei Ping'an handed over a piece of honey and three knives.

Yingzi's eyes were a little lost.

In her impression, sugar is all sweet, and she doesn't know whether the things in her other hand are delicious or not, and what they taste like.

But she is not picky, the doll who grew up in the countryside is like being born to suffer hardships, as if she is born to be more sensible than the children in the city.

Take it and put it in your mouth.

Yingzi's eyes widened suddenly.

Tilting his head, he looked at Wei Ping'an, his face full of surprise and surprise.

"Haha, haha......"

Wei Ping'an couldn't hold back and laughed loudly.

While laughing, she stuffed a handful of candy in her hand into Yingzi's jacket pocket, and let her grab the other two pieces of honey and three knives one by one.

Xiao Yingzi's hands were too small, and she grabbed a piece of honey and almost grabbed it with three knives.

"Thank you, brother."

Wei Ping'an rubbed Yingzi's little head.

"It's my brother lying in the house, and I thank you Yingzi for helping me take care of him."

"Brother Zimo is a good person, and my sister said that I should help take care of him."

"Well, Yingzi and Yingzi's sister are both good people. Only good people make friends with good people. ”

Yingzi couldn't understand what Wei Ping'an's 'making friends' was at this time, she just felt that this brother was not annoying and liked to talk to him.

So he nodded, thought about it for a while, and still only said, "Thank you, brother." ”

The old branch secretary watched this scene from the side, and his neck couldn't help but look in the direction of a corner outside the courtyard.

Someone there had just drawn a gun, splattering a lot of blood on the ground.

Play fast and loose?

It's not like that.

It is the kind of old Red Army that said, 'Treat the people as warm as a spring breeze, and treat the enemy as harsh as a cold winter.'

Yes.

Thinking again, Wei Ping'an opened a small jeep with a military card.

The old branch secretary's eyes gradually lit up.

He had the bottom in his heart, but he didn't dare to be so sure, and he wouldn't think of telling the villagers as soon as possible.

Just in case.

But he was much more confident in his heart of 'serving' this master.

Maybe you don't have to be afraid, and you have to entrust someone to be ready to use the old coffin he has prepared a long time ago......

In the evening, the old branch secretary wanted to invite Wei Ping'an to his house for dinner.

Guests from outside enter the village, whether the village is good or bad, and it has always been a habit to be a receptionist.

"Old branch secretary, I'm sorry for you today, I'll eat here at night, I brought some food in the car, and it's hot as soon as it's hot."

When the old branch secretary heard Wei Ping'an say that he also brought two bottles of Daqing Laojiao, he couldn't pull out his legs.

This is not a loose wine, but a bottled wine, which is old and expensive, and I have only heard of it before, but I have never drunk it.

Wei Ping'an walked out of the yard, he planned to drive the jeep into here.

Although there is a small uphill slope and the road is relatively narrow, the jeep is used in the battlefield, and the rough and bumpy road section can not hinder it.

The small courtyard of Yingzi's house was a fence gate, and the two doors opened very large, and the jeep easily drove into the courtyard.

Coming and going, the villagers watched from afar, and even this afternoon, their minds were not idle, almost all of them pricked up their ears and waited for the moment when the gunshots rang out again.

In the end, there was no hair.

But after a while, the mouth-watering smell of meat wafted out from the courtyard of Yingzi's house.

There is no shortage of meaty villagers.

What they lack more is oil.

Most of the meat of wild game in the mountains is firewood, and some big animals are difficult to hit, and even if they do, they can't squeeze any oil and water.

In the old days, cooking meat in a large pot was already the most hearty.

But Wei Ping'an brought enough seasoning.

There is no shortage of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, as well as monosodium glutamate and thirteen spices, how can this be compared.

Of course, Wei Ping'an didn't take these out.

What he took out was all marinated, and the cooked food and finished products that had been packaged in the restaurant before.

After returning to the pot after Yingzi's house again, the smell of the rice is not to mention.

Yingzi's house and the village party secretary's house were next to each other, and the two young people who were squatting in the courtyard were guilty.

smelled that the halazi was flowing out, but he didn't dare to come to the door again, so he could only swallow saliva and gnaw on the nest.

In order to satisfy the cravings, I also deliberately broke two pieces of bacon strips that the cat will only put in the pot during the Chinese New Year.

Yingzi looked at the three large basins on the table, and fell into confusion again.

Even if the meal was fished out of the cauldron by her own hands.

Of the two large basins, one pot is braised pork knuckles, hooves and heart-protecting meat.

The other plate is a large pot of vegetables with oily chili peppers, which is wrapped in fried meat strips, and when he got out of the pot, his brother took a piece and stuffed it into Yingzi's mouth.

It's delicious.

It's just a little spicy.

But are the children in the mountains afraid of spicy?

Joke.

In the winter, I wish I was sweating, but it was still warm.

In order not to waste the layer of oil in the pot, the old branch secretary went home again, took some cabbage and radish, cut the vegetables and threw them into the pot.

I was going to rub the oil in the pot and boil it in white water, but Wei Ping'an went to the car to get some bottles and cans, and took out a handful of vermicelli and large meat strips......

Well, it has become a famous dish in the stereotype of Northeast China: stewed vermicelli with cabbage and pork.

"Old branch secretary, I'll fill it up for you."

Picking up the wine bottle, Wei Ping'an poured wine for the old branch secretary.

Next to the kang lay Zhou Zimo, who was hot and cold.

It's not that Wei Ping'an is unkind, he has long noticed that Zhou Zimo is not in any big trouble, but he is not energetic and can't open his eyes.

Occasionally, the body will be hot and cold, although Wei Ping'an can't figure out the principle, but he still understands how to add a mattress when it's cold and lift the quilt when it's hot.

He has special drugs on his body, sweating, fever-reducing, and can be used by Zhou Zimo.

Anyway, this afternoon, although Zhou Zimo was not awake, his body was much less sinful than before.

The old branch secretary saw it in his eyes and had some thoughts in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it.

You know, there's one lying on the other side of the farm.

Still a girl.

Don't dare to tell the person in front of you.

The so-called shallow friendship is not profound, who knows whether this will continue to maintain her demeanor in the face of the yellow flower girl, or will she become a wolf......

Don't look at the old branch secretary has no culture, but he knows one word: sanctimonious.

Even if I did, I don't know if it would help.

This pill is so effective, you can sweat when you eat it, and it must not be cheap.

Wei Ping'an drank a little wine with the old branch secretary, and did not forget to pick up vegetables for Yingzi, who was shaking his cheeks.

The elbows were all stewed, and the chopsticks tore off a large piece of meat.

The old branch secretary was a little reserved, and the chopsticks were small and small, and Wei Ping'an looked at him with unusually hot eyes on the white meat slices in the basin.

I couldn't help but laugh and put a big chopstick into the bowl for him.

The oily fat occupied a small half of the big bowl in front of the old branch book, and the old branch secretary hurriedly became polite.

"Oops, no, no, you're a guest, you eat more, you eat more......"

"Old branch secretary, how is life in our village now? Are there any difficulties? Let's see if I can help......"

"It's very good now, every family has a little bit of food, although it's not enough, but there is no physical work in winter, catch some fish in the river, catch some pheasants and hares in the forest, you can get by......"

Speaking of this, it can be regarded as poking the old branch secretary's chatterbox.

He has spent most of his life thinking about how to bring the people in the village to eat.

Wei Ping'an could hear his heartfelt concern for the village and his selfless dedication from his babbling words.

"By the way, old branch secretary, I see that Yingzi has a lot of this kind of stuff in his house...... Do you have any other homes in the village? ”

The old branch secretary followed the direction pointed by Wei Ping'an and saw the pickle jar in the corner.

"Oh, you said this, a lot, almost every household in the village has a lot of ......"

Some were found while hunting in the mountains, some were picked up from the river, and in the early years, there was a heavy rain, and a piece of the mountain collapsed, and a lot of them were buried inside, and the villagers picked them up and brought them home.

"Isn't there some ancient noble tomb in the mountain?"

"Liaoning is the birthplace of the Yuan Dynasty, if you want to talk about this cemetery, there must be no ......young and old in the mountains."

"Old branch secretary, do you think this is good, what about me, it's very rare for these things, you can organize the villagers to talk about it tomorrow, and see who is willing to exchange it for some money......"

Of course you do.

In the eyes of the old branch secretary, including all the villagers, this kind of jar can be burned by opening a kiln in their neighboring village, and how good it is to exchange for money.

"Really?"

"This can still be fake. ...... like this"

Wei Ping'an pointed to the jar more than thirty centimeters high in the corner of Yingzi's house, and said, "I can still give three or five yuan." ”

It's not that Wei Ping'an is stingy, but it's that he is afraid of scaring them.

It's okay to repay it from somewhere else later.

"If you don't want to pay back, you can also exchange it for supplies, firewood, rice, oil, and salt, and I can help you pull it back from the city and province......"

The old branch secretary was excited.

I couldn't drink the wine, so I took a few bites of food, and hurriedly got off the kang.

No matter how good the food is, it can't stop the old branch secretary from wanting to benefit the villagers.

Especially when Wei Ping'an took out a thick pile of banknotes from his arms, he made up his mind to keep all the money.

If it weren't for the lack of time, he would have taken people into the mountains himself and dug up a bunch of these bottles and cans.

"Brother, these pots and jars of my family, when my sister comes back, let her give them to you, we don't want money."

Yingzi said innocently.

It's not that the child was bought by a meal, but Yingzi is still young, and the child is the most innocent, and he can tell whether Wei Ping'an is really good to them without any emotion.

"Okay, then brother, thank you Yingzi, and thank you sister Yanzi."

"You're welcome, brother."

Yingzi immediately smiled happily, and did not forget to hold the chopsticks and pulled another big mouthful of meat into her mouth.

Chew a mouthful full of oil.

I waited for two days in Ganggang Yingzi Village.

Wei Ping'an was a little impatient.

He is also afraid that some of the plots that will be incurred due to the butterfly effect will change too much.

For example, Zhou Zimo got into the plot of Huangpizi Tomb, but this character did not exist at all in the original plot.

In the past two days, he has collected a lot of 'broken things' in the village, and Wei Ping'an even found an excuse to go out twice, and each time he came back, he drove a big truck.

It took five or six trips.

In recent years, the village chief and village party secretary have all done practical things.

There are kinship and kinship ties between villages, and there is little news to keep closed.

As soon as the Ganggang camp tossed like this, the neighboring village summoned the villagers that night and chased after them with the animal cart.

The old branch secretary was also afraid that Wei Ping'an would have collected enough, so in order to let everyone in his village get cheap, he specially asked Wei Ping'an several times.

I just want my own villagers to come first.

In terms of the big right and wrong, the big guy is in one place.

But in addition to this, which village party secretary did not order an external move.

Fortunately, Wei Ping'an did not refuse, not only that, but he pulled a cart of stick noodles on the night road that night, and even pulled a cart of peanut oil early on the morning of the third day......

This caused a huge sensation within a radius of several tens of kilometers with Ganggang Yingzi as the axis.

All replaced with tattered bottles and cans.

Wei Ping'an was a little weak later.

He made up his mind that when the reform and opening up in the future were carried out, he said that he would not come here again.

Afraid of being poked in the back.

"Comrade Wei, can you exchange this basin for your antipyretics...... A few grains are also ......"

In the past two days, the old branch secretary has become a little familiar with Wei Ping'an.

After much consideration, I decided to ask.

The female baby has also been tortured these days, and she has lost a lot of weight, and the distressed old branch secretary can't do it.

They all grew up, not to mention the 'abandoned baby' who was adopted by Old Man Yang.

"The old branch secretary, there are other patients......"

At this time, Wei Ping'an remembered it in hindsight.

There's a thrush girl in the woods who is also unconscious.

Well, I don't know if it's called a thrush.

"Hey, look at my memory, if it weren't for the old branch secretary, I almost forgot that there was a comatose girl on the other side of the forest farm, right?"

As he spoke, Wei Ping'an took out a small white plastic bottle from his pocket and handed it to the old branch secretary.

"Before taking medicine, it's best to let someone feed you a little food, and if you can't eat porridge, you can drink some warm water."

After Wei Ping'an finished speaking, he thought about it again and took out a small bag of candy from his pocket.

"Eat some of this."

The old branch secretary left with some chagrin.

Comrade Wei is not that kind of person at all, he just forgot.

If she had said it earlier, the thrush girl wouldn't have to suffer more than these two days.

The neighboring villages are almost upside down.

Because it's cold, it's still snow. Therefore, all the nearby villagers who came with ox carts and donkey carts came after searching their homes.

There is basically no second stubble.

If there is another later, it will be known further away.

Wei Ping'an no longer plans to continue to consume.

Zhou Zimo's problem must be solved as soon as possible, and he still has to go to Shen Fei to repay the favor, and by the way, continue his Starlink plan.

In his last life, he was a businessman, and in this life, he was not a thorough scientist, and he accidentally saved some antiques.

Alas, Wei Ping'an felt that the genes that made him money were about to melt into his bones.

I said in distress.

(End of chapter)