Zhaojia Village is a remote mountain village located in a remote corner of northern Henan. It is a village that is difficult to find on the map. It has been rated as the poorest village in northern Henan for history. It requires state subsidies every year to barely maintain it. On weekdays, there are few men in the village, which are few to a very small extent. The reason is very simple. Whether young or middle-aged people in the village go out to work and make money to support their families. There is no way. Such a poor mountain village cannot get one or two college students for many years. Only by working outside can you make some money. Whenever you go home during the Spring Festival, it is the time when your family is shining with glory.

These young people who went out to work at the age of seventeen or eighteen only have one dream in their life, that is, to make enough money early, go home to build a new house, marry a young wife, and then have a fat boy with their wife. The family of three is happy and happy. Apart from that, there is no other big dream.

Whether it is a frog in the well or ambition, the environment creates everything. Not everyone can have great ambitions and be determined to break out of their own sky. In such an environment, people who drop out of school and go out to work without graduating from junior high school can't count them. If they can go to high school, in the eyes of the people in the village, they are top students, educated, and good seedlings that can make their mark.

The taxi was bumpy all the way, and there were bumps everywhere, and even a straight road could not be seen. Looking around, it was covered with muddy roads and dust. When this taxi passed by the roadside, it caused a wave of onlookers from the surrounding villagers. For them, a four-wheeled car might not be able to see a four-wheeled car passing through the village in a few years. Therefore, when this taxi passed by, it immediately caused a stir in the village.

"Arrival, master, stop." It has been more than four hours since we got off the train. It has been more than two o'clock in the afternoon since the train station arrived at around 8 o'clock in the morning.

After the car stopped, Zhao Xiaohan took out his luggage from the trunk, then helped Shen Bing out of the back car, then walked to the driver and said softly: "Master, how much does it cost?"

"One hundred and five, forget it, just accept you one hundred." The driver smiled softly and then said, "Young man, are you studying in college or working outside?"

Hearing the driver's words, Zhao Xiaohan took out a hundred dollars from his pocket and handed them over, and smiled and said, "I've graduated and worked for someone in a game company."

"Oh, the game company, there is a future. Can you get 3,000 yuan a month?" In the eyes of the taxi master, those who work in other places can earn 3,000 yuan a month is not much. Listening to the taxi master's words, Zhao Xiaohan nodded with a smile and said, "As much, almost."

"Haha, I can get a few thousand yuan a month, and I will definitely have a future in the future. Young man, do it well and maybe I can still make a fortune in the future. Ten or 20,000 yuan a month is no problem." While talking and laughing, the taxi driver changed the front of the car, waved his hand and left.

In fact, it wasn't Zhao Xiaohan who deliberately didn't tell the truth. But if he told the truth, the taxi master would probably not believe him. At that time, he would definitely think that he was bragging. Not to mention anything else, Shen Bing's monthly salary alone would be about 30,000 yuan. If he told the taxi master that his girlfriend had more than 30,000 yuan a month, even though the master wouldn't say anything, he would definitely scold him for pretending in his heart.

"You, are you Xiao, Xiaohan?" Just after the taxi left, there were already a group of onlookers standing around. At this time, someone seemed to recognize Zhao Xiaohan, but his voice was not particularly certain. After all, Zhao Xiaohan had not returned to the village for several years. A few years have passed, and both his appearance and temperament are very different from those a few years ago.

"Well, it's me. Xiaohan." Zhao Xiaohan nodded with a smile. When he saw a middle-aged man wearing a green military coat, his face was wrinkled and dark. He was holding a hookah in his hand and staring at Zhao Xiaohan with confusion. Zhao Xiaohan had an impression of this person, Zhao Xiaohan, was his neighbor. Logically, he should have called him "Uncle San".

"Is Xiaohan back?" As soon as he heard Zhao Xiaohan confirm his identity, bursts of shouts suddenly sounded around him. It seemed that no one expected that the young man in front of him who had a pretty face, fair skin, and came back with a beautiful woman like flowers, was Zhao Xiaohan!

"Well, I'm back." Zhao Xiaohan smiled and nodded, while taking out the snacks he bought in the city and handing them to everyone: "Come on, everyone eat some melon seeds and candies, is my mom at home?"

"Where is at home, at home." People looked carefully at the melon seeds and candies handed over by Zhao Xiaohan. They wanted to eat them, but they didn't dare to accept them. Looking at people's eyes, Zhao Xiaohan smiled and handed them directly to one of them, and said with a smile: "You eat first, I'll go home and see my mother."

While talking, Zhao Xiaohan took Shen Bing's small hand and walked towards the door of his house. After a while, after about a few minutes, he had arrived at the home where he had lived for more than ten years since he was a child. The entrance was a dilapidated blue brick house. At the door was a large iron gate that had changed from red to yellow and was covered with earth rust. In the yard, there was a big yellow dog barking.

"It's time to get home!" Looking at this familiar scene, Zhao Xiaohan felt a lot of emotion. Once upon a time, when he was the happiest time, he could sit at home and hold an extracurricular novel and see that it was dark. In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed in the blink of an eye. The house is still there, and the scenery has not changed. Unfortunately, he has changed. Even when he has played together since he was a child, he only has a pair of pants and wears two friends, right? Haha, things have changed, people are no longer suitable to describe the scene at this time.

"Mom, I'm back!" Just like when I was a child, every day when Zhao Xiaohan came home from school, the first sentence that Zhao Xiaohan shouted was like this. After a few years, when he shouted this sentence again, there was no trace of awkwardness. When his voice fell, he heard a burst of footsteps coming from the room. Then, he saw a middle-aged woman walking out of the room in a hurry.

"Xiao Han?" When he walked out the door, the middle-aged woman saw Zhao Xiaohan with a smile on her face and the young woman holding a hand beside him. When he saw this scene, the middle-aged woman first fiddled with her hands on the apron on her body for a few times, then walked forward with a smile and said with a look of grudge: "Why don't you call your mother in advance when you come back? Let mother answer you two."

"Hehe, don't you want to give you a surprise?" Zhao Xiaohan smiled like a child at this time, and exuded a smile from the heart from the inside out. For a long time, he has not put down all his defenses like he is now and laughed happily like a child.

"Smile." The middle-aged woman stretched out her hand and nodded Zhao Xiaohan's head, then took his luggage, and continued to speak: "Take the girl into the house and sit, stand there like a wood, and you will know that she will smile!"

As he said that, he turned around and entered the house first. Then, Zhao Xiaohan pulled Shen Bing and walked into the house. This was a house that looked not big, with two rooms and one living room. Although it was sunny, it still looked dark. In the living room, there were photos of Zhao Xiaohan everywhere. From childhood to adulthood, three years old, five years old, eight years old, ten years old, and those who graduated from junior high school, it looked like a painting exhibition belonging to Zhao Xiaohan alone.

"Have you eaten? I'll make some for you?" As soon as I entered the house, the middle-aged woman started to work hard, just like before. As long as Zhao Xiaohan returned home, she was the busiest and tiring time, but at the same time, she was the most fulfilling time.

"After eating, I don't have to work hard. Mom, come here and introduce you to the new members of our family." Zhao Xiaohan smiled and stepped forward to pull the middle-aged woman over, then helped her sit down slowly. Then, he coughed with a solemn look on his face and said, "Comrade Zhao Guizhi, please invite Comrade Zhao Xiaohan to introduce you to you in a grand manner. Her name is Shen Bing. Just call her Xiaobing. From now on, she will be your daughter-in-law and Comrade Zhao Xiaohan's beloved concubine."

After saying this, Zhao Xiaohan turned his head again, looked at Shen Bing, who was standing beside him with a nervous look on his face, and gently shook her hand, indicating that she should not be nervous. Zhao Xiaohan gently held it, and suddenly, an indescribable sense of security suddenly filled Shen Bing's entire body and mind.
Chapter completed!