A few minutes later, the bus stopped at the only platform in Qingshui Village that was dilapidated and unaware.

Crunch...

The door opened and the two walked out of the car.

One old and one young.

The old man had white hair, wrinkles on his face, but was nearly 1.8 meters tall. He was wearing a T-shirt that was completely inconsistent with his age, sweatpants, his eyes were dull and empty, and he was carrying a huge black travel bag in his left hand.

The boy was wearing a black jacket, handsome and handsome, with a faint and unique temperament, but his face was a little pale.

On his shoulder was also sitting a white mouse the size of a palm. At this time, the rat claw was holding a walnut and stuffing it into his mouth. The red mouse eyes were curious and looked around.

It’s Ye Mo and Bao Le!

The two set off from Guangzong Wharf and took the high-speed train overnight to reach Changcheng near Mangshan.

After arriving in Changcheng, Henan Province, we rested for one night and took a bus to Pingyuan County under Changcheng.

It took Ye Mo a day to reach Pingyuan.

Qingshui Village is the closest village to Mangshan. It is located in an extremely remote location, nearly a hundred miles away from the county town. There is only one bus to the village every day.

Ye Mo waited until noon and finally arrived in Qingshui Village at around 5 o'clock in the evening.

It took him more than two days to go from Guangzong to Qingshui.

Crunch!

The bus door closed and whistled away, causing a burst of dust.

Ye Mo looked forward and saw that the purpose of entering was low and dilapidated houses, most of which were made of wood or soil, and only a small number were built of cement, such as two-story buildings, with only two or three, and it seemed that they were all old, with the walls falling off, covered with cracks, and crawling with vines.

Of course, there is no need to say much about the road. The potholes are full of dirt roads. It should have just rained two days ago, and there are still some places full of mud.

Before coming, he had simply checked the information of Qingshui Village. The village has only a hundred permanent populations, most of which are elderly and children, and some women who stayed at home to take care of their children.

Most of the men with labor work go to big cities to work, and if they weren't for the Chinese New Year, they would basically not come back.

"Let's find a place to stay first!"

Looking at the residence where smoke was already coming from afar, Ye Mo stepped into the village.

At the entrance of the village, four or five elderly people who had eaten were sitting around, smoking dry tobacco and spitting smoke while chatting.

Seeing someone coming in, I was slightly stunned, looked over and started to discuss:

"Whose child is this? He is back before the Chinese New Year?"

"I don't know, it's very good!"

"I know all the young guys in the village, but this one is very good!"

......

Ye Mo took out a pack of Chinese from his pocket, walked up with a smile, scattered cigarettes to these old men one by one, and said with a smile:

"Old man, I just came to Qingshui Village and am planning to live here for a while. I don't know if there is a house for rent."

The old men took Ye Mo's cigarettes, looked at the sign, their eyes lit up slightly, and when they heard Ye Mo's request, they were stunned again:

"Rent a house? Young man, our Qingshui Village is so poor that it's so poor. You don't want anything. What are you doing here for renting a house?"

"Yes, there are so many opportunities to make money outside!"
Chapter completed!