There are five direct buses from Jiangcheng to Mazhen, two in the morning and three in the afternoon.

Guan Haiyang and Du Xia set off at around six o'clock the next morning and caught the earliest bus at seven o'clock.

He didn't hide the "Red Two Thousand" thing from Du Xia. Although the Guan family and the Du family were not related by blood, in terms of friendship, they were more reliable than many blood relatives.

Moreover, Du Xia's character is trustworthy to Guan Haiyang, not only because they are familiar with each other, but also because in later generations he watched how Du Xia conquered the express delivery empire and knew his principles of action.

He is willing to treat Du Xia and Grandma Du as relatives.

Yuan Chenggang definitely couldn't tell Du Xia the truth about the scam he set up. It's really hard to explain the rebirth, but with a slight modification, it would make sense to say that the information was obtained from his friends back home in Henan Province.

After knowing Guan Haiyang's intention, Du Xia nodded after hesitating for a moment: "Wealth can be found at risk. Besides, this is not considered a risk, and it can also deal with a bad guy, so it is worth doing."

Guan Haiyang finally let go of his worries. He was really worried that Du Xia would stop him from traveling if he knew what he had done.

After buying ten large fried buns from the breakfast shop next to the station, Guan Haiyang handed six to Du Xia.

He doesn't have much money, but he spends it without fuss.

There will be a huge income immediately, and this little money is nothing.

"After I go there, I have to inquire about Yuan Chenggang. Although I know roughly where he lives, I don't know the specific address."

When Yuan Chenggang used his identity as a fellow countryman to get close to him, he said something to Guan Haiyang, but Guan Haiyang didn't take it to heart and had long forgotten it all over the years.

Thanks to his rebirth, his memory has become surprisingly good. Those details that he had forgotten can be clearly reproduced in his memory as long as he concentrates on recalling them.

But it was impossible for Yuan Chenggang to tell him his house number. He had to wait until he got to know the matter.

"Gaomiao Village is easy to find. You should be able to find him by asking around. But Yuan Chenggang has a lot of eyes. Brother Du, don't show your face yet, otherwise he will be more vigilant. Unless there are special circumstances, I should be able to find him.

Done."

Du Xia came here just for the sake of Grandma Andu and Lu Yushan's hearts. He didn't feel that he really needed to do anything in this matter.

Du Xia nodded: "Don't go too far with him. I'll wait for you at the old house."

It is not groundless that Guan Haiyang said there are old objects in his old house, but his grandfather did not tell him about this old object, but he saw it from news reports many years later.

Someone dug out some bottles, cans, and broken bowls from the fields. At first no one took them seriously, but later someone with knowledge recognized them as antiques, which triggered a crazy excavation operation.

Half a month later, the things were excavated by nearby villagers and taken back to their homes to hide.

In the following decades, people gradually sold their belongings in exchange for some money.

It was not until after the turn of the millennium that a complete Ru kiln azure-glazed sunflower wash was sold at a Xiangjiang auction house for a high price of 290 million, did anyone discover the stories behind these antiques.

Guan Haiyang was fortunate enough to witness the auction on site and also learned where this batch of porcelain antiques came from.

According to the timeline, most of these antiques should have been dug up and are still being preserved in the homes of nearby villagers.

Du Xia's mission is to go to the old house and take a look around to see what the situation is now.

At around ten o'clock, the shuttle bus arrived at the station, and they split up after booking a hotel.

Gaomiao Village is located southwest of Mazhen, and you still have to walk more than ten miles from the passenger terminal.

Guan Haiyang looked around and saw three simple and dilapidated tricycles parked in front of the bustling and chaotic passenger terminal. The owner of the tricycles was still soliciting customers.

"Are you going to Gaomiao Village?" After asking the boss Huangya who was wearing a ragged cotton-padded jacket, Guan Haiyang carefully looked at the three wheels in front of him.

This should be the earliest version of Sanbengzi.

This kind of tricycle is powered by a diesel engine, and a simple welded iron frame at the back is covered with a layer of canvas to serve as the carriage.

There are benches welded on both sides inside, and 4-5 people can sit on one side. If you squeeze in, a few people can stand in the middle and behind.

Just like this, a little three-wheeler, which was not much older than the old man who would pick up his grandson from school in later generations, could take more than ten people around the city.

"I'm not going to Gaomiao Village, I'm just running around the county town. You can get off at Shidu Street in the south and walk two miles to get there. Little brother, get on the bus, pick up two more people and leave. No other cars will go.

From Gaomiao Village.”

Looking closer, the boss's big yellow teeth are even more dazzling, with a hint of green leek leaves in the middle that he didn't swallow in the morning.

I stepped on the crossbar at the back of the car and sat on it. As the boss said, his car was the most fully loaded and would be ready to go soon.

After waiting for two minutes, two more people squeezed in. The remaining people saw that there were no seats and went to the empty car next to it.

Boss Huang Ya ran back and took out an iron rod from under the frame of the car, inserted it into the diesel engine and shook it violently.

Accompanied by "to

gto

gto

g" sound, black smoke rose up, and the pungent smell of diesel suddenly filled the entire car.

The small dilapidated car pulled a car full of people out of the small square in front of the passenger terminal.

After wandering around the city for a short while and stopping at countless stops, Guan Haiyang heard the car owner yelling, "Get off at Shidu Street!"

Guan Haiyang, who was sitting at the door, couldn't wait to jump out of the car and walked a few steps away from the old car before taking a deep breath.

"This can be considered a luxury trip."

Guan Haiyang comforted himself that being able to sit on a three-bouncer from the 1990s was a unique experience.

After asking for the direction of Gaomiao Village, Guan Haiyang set off.

Gaomiao Village is not too far from the center of the county. Relying on the convenience of the county, many people have started small businesses, making it a relatively wealthy village.

The road from Shidu Street to Gaomiao Village is not easy to walk.

Although the weather is quite good today, it just rained yesterday, and the entire road is full of puddles of varying depths, and beyond the puddles is an inch thick mud.

By the time he reached the end of the village, he had already gained several kilograms under his feet.

Guan Haiyang simply took off his pair of shoes, which he could no longer look at, washed them briefly in a puddle on the roadside, and then put them in his hand.

A bunch of old men were sitting on the big millstone at the end of the village, basking in the sun with their sleeves rolled up.

Guan Haiyang walked over with a smile on his face and asked a kind-faced old man: "Uncle, I want to ask you about a person named Yuan Chenggang, do you know?"

The old man was tanned, and he was wearing a hat made of dark red plush yarn, which hung empty on the side of his head.

Guan Haiyang thought to himself that this might be Song Xiaobao's grandfather.

The old man heard that his accent was from a local, so he was not embarrassed at all. He pouted toward the village and said, "To the west, the third house from the bottom is his house. You young boy looks fair and clean, why are you looking for a big liar like him? Old man

Let me remind you, the farts he farted might have been faked, and if not, he might just trap you."
Chapter completed!