90s: Koi beauty reborn and became rich

Zheng Donggen was worried about the many problems he had to ask Boss Yang about the upstream, and he was also worried that everyone ahead of him would have to climb up the mountain and Boss Yang would be left behind halfway...

He thought about it, gave Yi Congxin a few instructions, and then turned back and went down the mountain to find Yang Jinfa.

By the time Yi Congxin and the other two had circled half the mountain and returned to their original place, Boss Yang had just arrived. He was still full of energy when they saw him in the morning, but now he looked half dead.

Fortunately, Zheng Donggen’s in-laws’ family is not far from here, just in a corner of the village built on the mountain.

The forest is green and the bamboo is lush, with green tiles, earthen walls and stone roads.

In the shade of the corners of the stone steps and walls, there were small clumps of moss. The mountain breeze passed through the ancient farmhouse and the dense bamboo forest, and the group of people instantly felt a sense of coolness.

The enthusiastic parents-in-law had already prepared a table full of food for the few people with green eyes.

"There's nothing delicious on our mountain, but you must try these newly harvested pomelo and fresh crispy shrimp with pomelo sauce."

"After we finish eating, let's wait for the village chief to come and take you to the mountains. Let me tell you, the grapefruits are growing really well this year."

Zheng Donggen's mother-in-law greeted them warmly and placed various farm dishes on the stone table under the shade of the trees in the yard.

Stir-fried wild boar with bamboo shoots, stir-fried bean sprouts with rice noodles, crispy shrimp with honey pomelo, and braised red mushroom noodles... Finally, a bowl of freshwater fish soup from the stream, simmered slowly over a wood stove, boasts not only fish meat, but also fish maw and golden roe! Truly unique in flavor.

Besides the game, there are also fresh, perfectly ripe grapefruits. You can eat as much as you want this time, and if you run out, you can pick them right from the tree.

Just ask who can bear it.

This is fresh game from the mountains!

So fresh that it makes your eyebrows fall off!

After climbing the mountain for a whole morning, the group was already thirsty. Before waiting for the meal, they opened two large grapefruits to quench their thirst and cool down.

After that, no one was polite. Not to mention Yang Jinfa, who had a big appetite and was very hungry, even Zhang Chengjin, who was always reserved and noble, completely relaxed and never let go of his chopsticks.

Shen Chen watched helplessly as Zhang Chengjin, who usually had impeccable manners, picked up food faster and faster each time... Even the last bit of fish roe, which he wanted to eat the most, was snatched away by this guy!

Shen Chen was so scared that he quickly picked up the two pickled duck feet in front of him.

Although Zhang Chengjin didn't eat to the point of wolfing down the food, one could tell from his expression that he was quite satisfied with the meal.

In addition to the dishes on the table, Aunt Chen cooked three large pots of rice noodles as the staple food, which was barely enough for these people.

After having a good meal and a good drink, Yicong began to appreciate this small farmyard.

The ground is clean and tidy, with several pots of wild orchids and lilies placed along the wall. A lush yew tree and two fruit-laden pomelo trees provide a lot of shade for the courtyard.

Just look at this small farmyard and you will know that Zheng Donggen's parents-in-law are both hardworking people, and they are good at farming and raising trees. But I just heard the two old people say that if Zheng Donggen didn't help from time to time, their life would be very difficult.

Yi observed quietly from the heart, and his mind couldn't help but drift away.

Zhang Chengjin's calm eyes were also looking at her, watching her hair caressed by the mountain breeze, and watching the bright and dark light and shadows on her body.

Both of them were mesmerized.

Suddenly the courtyard door was pushed open, and a slightly vicissitudes of life but still strong voice said with a smile: "Ah Cheng, I'm here. Sorry to have kept you waiting."

The person who came was the village chief of this small mountain village. Most of the people in this village were related to each other, and most of them had the surname Chen. The village chief was no exception, and his name was Chen Xia.

The "Acheng" he mentioned is Zheng Donggen's father-in-law Chen Acheng. In fact, Chen Xia is Chen Acheng's cousin.

Yi Congxin raised his head and looked towards the source of the laughter, while Zhang Chengjin calmly turned his head back, looking as if he was carefully observing the pomelo tree.

Chen Acheng and his wife hurried over to greet them, poured tea and handed cigarettes to them, and introduced Yi Congxin and his group to Chen Xia. Several people came forward and shook hands with the old village chief, not minding the mud on his hands at all.

Chen Xia couldn't hide the joy on his face.

Two days ago, when Chen Acheng told him that a big company had set its sights on the grapefruits on their mountain, Chen Xia suspected that he had misheard. He was stunned by this overwhelming wealth and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

If he hadn't been delayed by the reservoir construction project today, he would have arrived before lunch.

They were all straightforward people and spoke directly to the point.

"People in the village don't live well. Our village is one of four provincially designated 'extremely poor villages' in the region. In many homes, mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law share the same pants. There's not even a complete bowl in the house, and all we eat is sweet potatoes and other grains. Many people have gone out to work, and most of those left in the mountains are elderly and children. The few who remain are busy farming, and the roads are so difficult to travel, so it's really hard to transport these grapefruits."

Chen Xia sighed while holding a cigarette. When talking about traffic, he felt infinite emotion in his heart.

"Of course!"

Chen Acheng sighed, "We mountain dwellers have three major fears: We fear falling seriously ill and needing to be carried out of the village; we fear carrying grain for the levy, which would take a full month to complete; and we fear carrying a large pig to sell, but then having to leave it to rot because we can't bear to eat it ourselves. Back then, when Ah Mei's mother gave birth to her prematurely, she almost lost both her life and her life because she didn't get the pig down the mountain in time!"

Speaking of the road on the mountain, it is the pain of the whole village, and it was also the deep pain that Chen Acheng's family felt back then.

Speaking of this, Chen's mother-in-law quietly stood up, and when she came back, she brought a pot of freshly boiled water to add tea to everyone. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that her eyes were red.

Yi Congxin saw it all, moved closer to Aunt Chen, and gently pulled her hand.

She lost her mother, both her biological mother in her previous life and her adoptive mother who had no feelings for her in this life. Therefore, she was particularly sensitive and gentle to people of her mother's age, and she really couldn't bear to see her mother cry.

She recalled the path she had taken this morning and the mountain she had climbed. Suddenly, she said, "Village Chief Chen, since we have nothing to do this afternoon, would you mind taking us up the mountain again?"

The idea in her mind became stronger and stronger, but she had to actually walk up the mountain again before she could have a clear idea.

Everyone else had no objections, having come here today solely to climb the mountain. Only Yang Jinfa suddenly felt as if a thousand arrows were piercing his heart, his mind completely shattered with despair...

He had a strong premonition that he would most likely lose his life on this mountain.

But the overall situation has been decided.

He has to climb this mountain whether he wants to or not.

The price of "sitting at the table" to eat is probably to lose a few pounds of your own flesh first.

But regardless of whether he could sit at the table or not, he had a vague feeling that "this table" did not seem to be "designed" by the most capable Shen Chen, but rather it seemed that the little girl Yi Congxin was driving the "design".