In the afternoon, a Santana drove into Wushan Township in a dusty manner.

The driver was Li Wugui, and Yan Feiyang was in the passenger seat. Li Buzu and his wife sat behind him, bumping all the way, both of them were a little drowsy, but only Li Wugui and Yan Feiyang were still so energetic.

It’s different to be young.

For ordinary people, Li Buzui and his wife are both perfect masters, but masters will be old, tired, and unable to get rid of the laws of nature.

This time, they did not stop at the Wushan Township Government, but went directly around the town and drove into the deep mountains.

Laoguizhai is the only village that has been opened to traffic after the Wushan Township Government has entered thirty miles.

It can be seen clearly on the satellite map that the cement road went straight to Laoguizhai. After coming out of Wushan Township Government, there was almost no "dual intention". Of course, many "spider webs" grew densely on both sides of the cement road, but at a glance, you can tell that it was built later. The road quality was far worse than the main roads. Most of them were loess roads at all, but they were slightly wider than other sheep intestinal paths. With a hard roadbed, they could barely open to traffic.

Once it is rainy and snowy weather, no one dares to drive a motor vehicle on these muddy loess roads in the mountains. No matter how good your driving skills are, you will fall off a cliff if you accidentally.

Only the cement road leading to Laoguizhai has been well maintained.

Logically, a market town will be formed in Laoguizhai, which is thirty miles closer to Wushan Township Government. For mountain people, the thirty miles of mountain road is almost a day. Undoubtedly, it is much more convenient to go to Laoguizhai than to go to the township government to go to the market.

Any place, as long as the conditions are right, someone will want to do some business.

This is the common point of all human beings.

This market town does exist, but it is not in Laoguizhai, but in Sankong Bridge five miles away from Laoguizhai.

There was originally not a market town, only a dozen families lived in it. Because they were close to the highway and close to the water source, a market town gradually formed on the bank of the river. Mountain residents within dozens of miles nearby all carried their own hands and brought their local products to trade here.

At the beginning, this kind of market was not open every day, but it would be held every five or six days. Later, people gradually stayed here and opened small shops, and over time, they actually became a small town.

If you are so angry today, you will be in the market almost every day, which is quite lively.

However, Li Wugui did not stop at Sankong Bridge, and drove past and drove quickly to Laogui Village.

The sun is about to set off, and I will be delayed on the road and I can't even catch up with dinner when I get home.

The warm afternoon sun shines on the old turtle village hidden among the lush forests. This ancient mountain village looks quiet and peaceful, and is also full of vitality and vitality.

The old turtle village is built on a flat slope on the mountainside. From a distance, it looks like a honest old turtle, lying quietly on the hillside, slightly raising its head towards the sky.

The village is named because of this.

A small river winds south around half of the mountain village. The river surface is not wide, but the river water is clear and abundant, and it never witheres all year round. The entire mountain village, with its back to the mountains and facing the flowing water, occupies a beautiful appearance. It is a rare Feng Shui treasure land.

Yan Feiyang and Li Wugui grew up in this copycat.

Laogui Village is located in a remote area and has a sparse population, with only twenty or thirty households, scattered in the villages in a deserted manner, as if they were dotted.

Relatively speaking, the mountain villagers in Laoguizhai are not as poor as they imagined. Every household's houses are well built. Some are brick-shaped cement houses, and some are wooden buildings like stiles. No matter which material, the houses are very solid.

There are some wind chickens, bacon, etc. hanging on the beams of every household, and a relatively rich mountain village.

Generally speaking, after spring, the bacon is not delicious and will change its flavor. However, in Laoguizhai, the bacon can be stored for a longer time. Of course, heavy salt marination is also a necessary condition.

Whether it can be maintained until now, whether it is bacon, wind chicken, or salt, it is more marinated. Before putting it in the pot, you must cook it repeatedly in boiling water to remove the bitter and salty taste.

Everyone has lived in this small mountain village for more than ten years, and every household is an acquaintance. After entering the village, Li Wugui had already shaken the window and the car was slow. He kept nodding and greeting people along the way and saying hello loudly. He would stop from time to time, open the trunk, take out some things and hand them to the villagers.

Most of them are daily necessities. Li Buzui and his wife promised to buy them for them, but fortunately they didn't forget them, otherwise they would be embarrassed.

"Oh, Boss Li, I bought a car and got rich..."

This may sound like this occasionally.

They are all jokes, without any "enviousness, jealousy and hatred". Over the years, the twenty or thirty families in Laogui Village, and a hundred people, are just like a family, and they love each other. Because Yan Feiyang and Li Wugui went to study in the city, Li Buzui and his wife left the village.

Few people remember that Yan Feiyang's grandson and Li Buzui's family are actually not indigenous people of Laoguizhai, but moved to it more than ten years ago. With their arrival, Laoguizhai began to change drastically. The cement road was built, and Mr. Yan also paid for the villagers to build houses and purchase necessary furniture.

A small dam was also built up the upper reaches of the river and installed a set of small hydropower to ensure that every household in the village uses electricity for lighting. Of course, the premise is that there is no electricity during the day and only power is supplied at night.

Only the old man’s residence and Li Buzui’s home are powered for 24 hours.

However, this is not the old man's main contribution to this small mountain village. The old man's greatest contribution comes from two aspects. The first is to treat the villagers' medical treatment, and the second is to guide them to identify medicines and collect medicinal materials.

Before this, there was no difference between Laoguizhai and all other mountain villages deep in Wushan. The medical and health conditions were extremely backward. The mountain people generally had no long lifespan. People in their thirties and forties would suffer from illness and aging. Once they had a worse disease, they could only lie at home and wait for death.

There is absolutely no money for treatment.

After the old man came, no one in the village had ever been to the hospital.

The Chinese herbal medicine and acupuncture are simply amazing.

So in Laogui Village, the old man is the well-deserved leader of a village. Following the old man’s teachings, everyone is as close as a family.

The old man taught everyone to identify Chinese medicinal materials, and pointed out a bright road to living a well-off life. There are no other things in the depths of Wushan, and there are many precious medicinal materials.

Dr. Tang, who is outside the mountain, comes here to buy it every once in a while. Many times, Dr. Tang goes to the mountain to collect herbs himself.

With this path, everyone's life is so comfortable, and some even bought motorcycles.

Of course, overall, Laoguizhai is still very backward and primitive, but it is better to live a comfortable life than other mountain villages.

The old man lives on the hillside north of the village, a small courtyard with a unique family, surrounded by green trees and bamboos. The mountain wind blows and forest waves, which is really a quiet place.

This small courtyard looks very ordinary, but it is very different from the popular mansion in Weizhou City. It is a bit like the courtyard in the Jiangnan Water Town. It is quiet and deep. Although it was built more than ten years ago, it feels like it has experienced hundreds of years of vicissitudes.

But at the moment, the gate of the yard is open, and a soft whisper comes from the yard.

Santana stopped from afar and did not drive directly to the courtyard.

The four people jumped out of the car, carrying large and small bags, and happily walked towards the courtyard under the bloody sunset.

In the yard, under an old tree with crooked neck, there was a wooden table of Eight Immortals, and two hardwood chairs of the teacher were sitting opposite each other, drinking tea and chatting.

Sitting on the left was an old man with white hair. He looked like most elderly people, not much difference. He looked pretty good, had a clear face, a peaceful expression, calm eyes, and no bright eyes.

In many families, there is such a kind-hearted old man. I don’t know if he is in his seventies, eighties, or less than seventy years old. Who knows, the age of the elderly is hard to get.

Undoubtedly, this is Yan Feiyang’s grandfather and Mr. Yan.

However, the two grandparents and grandchildren do not have much similarity. Relatively speaking, the lines on the old man's face are softer, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, which is a kind personality. Yan Feiyang has clear edges and sharpness.

Perhaps, after so many years of polishing, the old man's edges have long disappeared.

Or maybe, this is just the appearance of the old man, and the thunder hidden in the nine heavens!

Sitting opposite the old man and smiling at the tea was a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties. He had a medium-sized and slightly tall figure, his temples were already a bit gray, and his face was elegant and showed a sense of firmness. He was obviously a very decisive person.

Few people would believe such a person if they were a doctor.

But he was just a doctor, and he was a famous doctor from Wei Zhou.

Tang Jingyan.

However, this famous doctor who even the first leader in the city was not caring seriously, looked respectful in front of the old man, as if he was a disciple. In fact, Tang Jingyan also held disciple etiquette to the old man.

"grandfather!"

Yan Feiyang strode into the courtyard and saw the old man at a glance. He couldn't help but shout, speeding up a little more.

I haven't come back to see my grandfather for almost a month, and I was so surprised to think in my heart.

"Here I'm back."

When the old man raised his head when he heard this, a kind smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth. His eyes narrowed and he kept nodding.

It can be seen that the old man was so happy.

"Yes, we are all back... Master, you are here too..."

Yan Feiyang was busy greeting Tang Jingyan again.

Although Tang Jingyan never admitted that he was Yan Feiyang's teacher, Yan Feiyang insisted on calling him this. It was useless to correct it several times, so Tang Jingyan just let him go.

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