One hour before Qu Mozhan was able to respond to the village chief's words, and one hour later, even Xiao Chen and the other three big men who were driving were silent. In this silent winter mountain road, there is only the sound of a group of people stepping on the rolling sand and the sound of gasping one after another.

The old party secretary watched the young people start to heat up, their faces flushed and panting, and he laughed: "You're tired, there are a few clean stones uphill in front of you, sit there and rest for a while. "

The old party secretary understood them, and didn't feel that they were squeamish. It is very rare to be silent for such a long time.

Lin Qinghan and Qu Mozang glanced at each other, and then said embarrassedly at the old secretary: "Okay, our group of young people can't compare to you. I'm really ashamed."

"Hey, what are you talking about. Old man, I'm just used to walking, your transportation is convenient, where you need to walk such a long mountain road, this time it is hard for you." The old branch secretary smiled, and then pointed to the place where the terrain was flat. : "Work hard, we can rest when we go up."

Hearing that they could rest, several big men took a breath and speeded up their pace. Qu Mozhan and several girls were behind watching the four big men running in front.

When they all went up, Qu Mozhan walked to Lin Qinghan and stretched out his hand to remove the bag for her: "Does the shoulder hurt? Is it very tired?"

Lin Qinghan shook his head: "Yours is heavier than mine. Put your bag down quickly."

The few stones have been cleaned up by a few men. The driver Xiao Chen and the company's project leader Gao Jian specially left a stone for the three girls, and then came over and handed them a bottle of water.

Qu Mozhang took it and thanked him, and put Lin Qinghan's water aside, took out the thermos from his backpack and handed it to Lin Qinghan in a low voice: "You drink hot water, the weather is cold, your holiday is coming soon, why don't you drink cold water? My stomach hurts easily."

Lin Qinghan was stunned, holding the thermos cup, and looking at Qu Mozhen quietly. This person was really considerate. In fact, she has always wondered, shouldn’t a girl like Qu Mozhen, who has had no worries about food and clothing since childhood and been taken care of by a special person, be like a princess?

However, Qu Mozhen not only lacked the temperament of a princess, but was even more gentle and considerate than her peers, especially for those who cared about her, her tenderness and pampering made it hard to resist.

After unscrewing the bottle cap, Qu Mozhen drank her saliva. After breathing well, she began to look around at the scene around her. They were sitting on the side of the road. Behind them was a very steep slope, but it was covered with shrubs and trees. So scary. Looking back at the road they walked, it stretched out a little bit in the lofty mountains, in a green and or desolate, after simple excavation, the dirt road was very eye-catching, like the yellow silk draped in the mountains.

Lin Qinghan watched as she watched there, and then followed, the mountains were deep and quiet, but in the middle of the vast mountains and forests, looking at the yellow bare dirt road, she could not help but feel a sense of desolation and insignificance, as if she were in a trance. She looked at the staggered road and said, "Chief Wu, this road must have been repaired for a long time."

The old party secretary took out the dry cigarette and wanted to smoke but was afraid of affecting them. He just held it in his mouth and had a good time. After hearing Lin Qinghan's words, he nodded: "Yes, it has been for many years. At the beginning, this road was a small road and it was difficult to walk. The villagers discussed it together and they contributed a little bit of money to chisel out. It is actually very spacious, but there is no extra money to harden it, and the cement asphalt is smashed by the rain. It is muddy and can not be opened to traffic. This road is muddy. It’s steep and there are only a few courageous motorcycles."

Lin Qinghan looked at the road thoughtfully, Qu Mozang glanced at her without saying anything, but looked at a bamboo forest in the distance: "The air here is very good, and the scenery is beautiful, but this road is indeed inconvenient."

"Yes. The first few big villages are all paved with cement, but ours is Feihuling, which is too remote and sparsely populated, and most of them are poor people. They have not been able to pave the way, alas." Thinking of his most worrying situation, the old branch secretary sighed deeply. .

Qu Mozhan didn't say anything, the group rested for ten minutes, and then set off again. Qu Mozhan stood on the outside of the road and looked at the path below again. This time there was a little bit on the small ribbon-like road. She looked carefully and seemed to be a person, wearing gray clothes, walking very slowly, a little bit. Almost crawling, Qu Mozhen is a little curious, is this a person from the village?

But I didn't think too much. The group continued on the road again. The more they went up the road, the more difficult it was to walk. Before, there was still a wide sandy road, but the old party secretary took them down the small road because they had to go to the villager's house where they were staying. Both sides of the road are covered with thatch, which has withered in this winter, and underneath the feet are stones that have been polished round for many years, paved with stone stairs, almost a steep **** of seventy to eighty degrees.

Lin Qinghan frowned and let Qu Mozhang walk forward, carefully bluffing his hands behind him, and seeing Qu Mozang couldn't help but smile: "I'm going to really fall, you can't catch it."

Lin Qinghan raised her eyes and glared at her slightly: "What are you talking about, take a good look at the road."

Qu Mozun laughed and walked up with his head lowered. The person behind him reached out and lifted the clothes for her, muttering in a low voice, "I can definitely catch it."

Qu Mozhang almost laughed, and when a low house with blue tiles and red bricks appeared in front of everyone, they bowed and supported their soft knees and panted like a cow. There was already a layer of sweat on Qu Mozhang's face, and her windbreaker was untied and tied around her waist, but her back was sweaty. This was probably the furthest way she had traveled in two lifetimes.

The old party secretary took them into several houses to explain their intentions. The simple villagers rarely see girls in the city with such an icon, and they heard that they came to donate books and build buildings to their school. They are all grateful. The head of the village talked about borrowing, and the aunts in the village who had a better life at the moment were very enthusiastic in inviting them to visit. The last few people combined, a group of seven people finally vacated four rooms.

Because the rooms in the village are so small and scattered, it’s hard to find clean vacancies, and the group of people is tired and tired, so I don’t want to be too picky. They are ready to take a bath and rest.

The little assistant looked at Qu Mozhen and didn’t know what to do. She was embarrassed to occupy a room by herself, but she was even more embarrassed to share a room with President Qu and President Lin. Qu Mozang smiled, “Aren’t you tired? Let’s go wash and rest. I’ll just have a room with Mr. Lin. Let’s go."

They were received by an old man with white hair. Although the old man was less than seventy years old after questioning, the wrinkles and gully on his face also described the vicissitudes of life. She stumbled and said in standard Mandarin: "The two girls are handsome, and they are here for the first time. It's tiring to walk."

I took two people into a room with a large mahogany bed, covered with cotton wool, and simply covered with an old bed sheet. The old man said quickly: "I'll find the sheet, the mattress." Before the two of them could stop, the old lady smiled and hugged a stack of big red sheets and duvets: "I bought this new one, and it's clean. This big red is beautiful and festive. "

Then she went to tear off the original sheets and prepared to make the bed. Lin Qinghan and Qu Mozang were willing to let an old man do it, and quickly took it over: "Grandma, don't be busy, you can't let you do it. We will come by ourselves. It is already embarrassing to disturb you."

The old lady looked serious: "What is your embarrassment, you are the guests, and you are our benefactor to send books to the dolls in my village, and to repair the building."

"Don't say that, you don't really need to do it, we will do it ourselves." After persuading for a long time, the two talents sent off the enthusiastic grandma. The two shook off the quilt and looked at the big red embroidery thread dragon and phoenix pattern on it, dumbfounding. This is what the grandmother said is good-looking. This is obviously a happy quilt. Looking at the quilt cover of the same style, the two people started to spread the quilt together.

The Dahongxi was paved in front of me, and the big mahogany bed is matched, so it's bad...

"It feels like I should cut some happy characters and paste them." Lin Qinghan looked at the layout of the room, said, and then glanced at the ink eye.

Qu Mozhang nodded with a sensation: "You should buy a pair of candles in the town before you come up, and you should go directly to the bridal candle tonight."

Lin Qinghan's face was reddish, and he spoke solemnly: "Not serious."

Qu Mozhan did not continue teasing her, feeling uncomfortable with sweat, went to find a clean towel, walked over and lifted Lin Qinghan's clothes: "First, wipe your sweat, it's still cold here, wait. It’s not good to catch a cold for a while. I’ll go to boil the water and take the bath later.”

Lin Qinghan reached out and touched her back: "You are not the same, don't always look at me, you have been in poor health before, don't get sick. I will ask grandma how to boil water."

Grandma's house does not have a water heater, but fortunately there are toilets. Before Qu Mozhen came, they were still worried that they would go to the toilet that was said to only dig a hole and build two wooden boards.

To boil water, you need to burn firewood. Neither of them has ever burned a fire. Lin Qinghan thinks he has done a lot of housework and vowed to set up firewood. As a result, except for the pine needles that set off the fire, it burns well, and the others are at most a few strands of blue smoke . After tossing for a long time, Qu Mozang endured a smile and looked at Lin Qinghan, who continued to confront the firewood with his expressionless face. He was about to speak, but his grandmother walked in with a smile.

"You are hand-made, I'm here to burn the stove. This firewood must first put the twigs. When the fire is strong, put the firewood. The middle stove is hollowed out, and you are too tightly packed."

Lin Qinghan clapped her hands and looked at Qu Mozhen: "I know this. Only when it is hollowed out can there be enough oxygen to support combustion. I just didn't know how to use tongs." As she said, she lifted her hair and fingers as if she was embarrassed. He wiped the sawdust that had just popped up on his forehead.

As a result, a gray mark was naturally left on her still-white clean face. Qu Mozang's heart was soft and happy, so she took out a tissue and wiped her face: "Yes, don't blame you. My Qinghan is the best. If I am able to do it, my face is spent, puff." After all, he couldn't help but laughed, causing Lin Qinghan to coldly face and pinch her angrily.

But this was the first time Qu Mozhan discovered that Lin Qinghan was also clumsy, especially pretending to be indifferent, which made her feel extremely cute.

However, the facts show that a capable person is always capable, but in a short while she will be very proficient in using the tongs, adding firewood to do it in a decent way.

It was seven o'clock after the two of them took a shower. When they came out, the grandma asked them to go to dinner, and the old party secretary was ready to have dinner.

In the lobby of the branch secretary’s old house, there were many dishes on the Baxian table. In addition to some home-grown vegetables, there were fried bacon, steamed bacon, and even a chicken stewed.

The old party secretary also had two children, who looked very happy looking at the dishes on the table and waited eagerly for the meal. Lin Qinghan and Qu Mozhan came along and saw the situation in the village. These preserved fish and bacon were dried by one or two, and the chickens were not killed until the Chinese New Year.

The old secretary saw that they were all standing there and didn’t sit down, thinking they couldn’t get used to eating: "Sit down, sit down. There is nothing good in this house. The big guys know that you come over and send them to my house. I’ll give you a taste. It’s relatively simple, and it’s not as good as what you eat. Don’t dislike it, just eat some if you’re tired all day."

Qu Mozang sat down and felt that it was a bit unpleasant. Lin Qinghan turned to look at the village party secretary and the others: "You and the villagers are so enthusiastic. We are hard to taste these things. Thank you for your hospitality. But we will follow you when you eat what you eat in the future. That's it. The vegetables here are all natural. Those of us who want to eat can't eat it."

The old party secretary now knew what the two young men were thinking, and smiled and took a few men to drink. Qu Mozhen and Lin Qinghan once again saw what enthusiasm is, and basically a chicken was given to them. Looking at the chicken drumsticks in the bowl, Lin Qinghan couldn't say anything in her heart. Yu Guang saw the child standing aside eating with the bowl, Lin Qinghan hooked her lips and beckoned to her.

The author has something to say: Mr. Lin: If you are happy, you will miss the word.

Mr. Qu: Come to Xizhu

Cabbages: Go to the bridal chamber.