The movie world has a beautiful ghost

Chapter 192 Entering the Village

The villagers were very enthusiastic and greeted the two people one after another.

Arriving in front of the old branch secretary, Hu Bayi held his hand and said sincerely: "Old branch secretary, we are here to see you. Are you all right?"

"Okay, I'm glad you can come back to see me. I thought I would never see you again in this life." The old branch secretary looked a little dazed, but he still remembered the two of them.

"Xiao Hu and Xiao Wang, what are you doing..." The former captain of the production brigade next to them pointed at the tricycle and asked in confusion.

"Oh, those are what the three of us brought for our fellow villagers. They are all worthless things, just a token of our appreciation. Let's distribute them to our fellow villagers later." Hu Bayi said.

"Oh my! You really gave it to us. My God, how much does it cost?"

"Who says it's not? This looks like more supplies than what was originally sent down from above."

Everyone was in an uproar for a while.

"Xiao Hu, it's good enough that you can come and take a look. You're carrying so many things, are you not planning to pass the festival?" The old branch secretary was trembling as he held Hu Bayi's hand.

"Don't worry, old Party Secretary. Don't get too excited. These are all practical things for the villagers. They don't cost much and they won't ruin us two brothers. Besides, these are not only for the two of us, but also for Lao Zhang. By the way, I haven't introduced them to you yet..."

Fatty Wang's loud voice sounded again, and he pulled Zhang Haoran over to introduce him, praising him and talking about how high his ideological awareness was.

Even Zhang Haoran himself felt a little embarrassed.

After hearing this, the villagers' eyes towards Zhang Haoran changed. They were moved and respectful.

Yan Zi, who was standing aside, held the pen tightly in her hands and looked at Zhang Haoran with sharp eyes.

Zhang Haoran couldn't stand the gazes of the crowd and waved his hand, saying, "Fellow villagers, don't listen to Fatty's nonsense. I'm not as good as he says. I just want to do something within my ability."

But the old branch secretary came forward tremblingly, held Zhang Haoran's hand and said: "Comrade, we can still distinguish between good people and lazy people. We don't have much in this poor and remote area. I can only say thank you to you, comrade."

"Yes comrade, we all thank you."

Everyone thanked Zhang Haoran.

"Oh, old man, please don't be like this. And fellow villagers, I can't stand this. I came here and wanted to feel like I was at home. You can't make me feel uncomfortable." Zhang Haoran said.

"Hey! Okay! Haha, we understand. Everyone go back and prepare the food and stop surrounding us. We have to make it feel like home when they come to our place." The captain next to them greeted everyone with a smile.

"Okay!" Everyone responded, turned around and went home with a smile.

The three of them were welcomed into the old branch secretary's home, sat on the kang, and a group of people gathered around and chatted with each other. It was nothing more than the current situation.

After a while, several women brought the food over, all served in bowls, prepared by several families working together.

This place is close to the mountains and forests, and the villagers occasionally go hunting, so they can still eat meat from time to time.

"Xiao Hu, Xiao Wang, and Comrade Xiao Zhang, this is the musk deer that Lao Liu from the Wang family just hunted the day before yesterday. Come and have a taste."

"Oh, that's great, this is good stuff, we can't usually eat it." Fatty Wang picked up a piece and put it in his mouth and started chewing: "Hmm~ fragrant! Old Hu and Old Zhang, you guys should try it, it's delicious."

The two of them also started moving their chopsticks.

"Yeah, it's really delicious."

"Not bad, it's still the familiar taste."

The people gathered at the door also laughed happily when they saw this.

"Haha, if it tastes good, eat more."

"Okay, don't you know me yet? I won't be polite to you!" the fat man laughed.

Everyone started laughing too.

Everyone was eating and chatting, and after having a few drinks with the production team leader who was accompanying them, Fatty Wang finally told them his purpose.

"Old Party Secretary, I remember that everyone's home used to have one or two bottles and cans picked up from the river. I wonder if they are still there now." The fat man asked intentionally or unintentionally while eating.

"Why are you asking those questions?" the captain asked puzzledly.

"Well, let us tell you that those things are worth a lot of money in the city. So we thought that if we could collect those things and sell them in the city, then the villagers could also make some money." said the fat man.

"Are those things really that valuable?" The captain's expression became a little complicated.

"You may not know this, but I tell you, the rich people in the city like to collect old things. If you can meet a good buyer, even a clay jar the size of a teacup can be sold for several thousand." Fatty Wang pointed to the enamel teacup on the table.

"So valuable!" The captain was not happy after hearing this, but his expression turned ugly.

"That's right. So we are here to help our fellow villagers get rich and let everyone live a good life."

The fat man was talking excitedly, but he didn't notice that the people around him were becoming dejected.

When Hu Bayi saw this, he felt something was wrong, so he pushed the fat man and motioned him to look.

The fat man saw that everyone was keeping their heads down and not talking, so he asked in confusion: "No, what's going on?"

The production team leader then said angrily: "Alas, you came a step too late. The archaeological team took all those things away with several kilograms of food coupons."

"What? They were all taken away?"

Only then did they remember that the truck full of people they met on the way here had the words "Niuxinshan Archaeological Team" written on it.

Since they were planning to go to the village to collect things and had no plans to go to the tomb, they didn't pay much attention to it. But who would have thought that someone else got there first? The fat man couldn't accept it for a moment.

Hu Bayi also had a look of disappointment, but not like Fatty, who looked like he had lost his soul.

"Alas, there is nothing we can do. It's because the old branch secretary has such a high level of awareness." The production team leader's tone seemed to carry some complaints.

"What did you say?" The confused old branch secretary didn't hear clearly. He only heard someone calling him, so he leaned close to the ear and asked.

"I mean that you have a high level of awareness!" the production team leader shouted in his ear, seemingly with resentment.

Zhang Haoran, who knew the whole story, naturally did not show any surprise.

But he didn't say anything. The next day, Lao Hu would naturally think of the Japanese Kwantung Army fortress, and then everything would fall into place naturally.

Because he was in a bad mood, the fat man drank a few more glasses, passed out and fell into a deep sleep on the bed.

Old Hu was fine, and Zhang Haoran was even finer. In the afternoon, the two of them called the villagers and unloaded all the supplies from the tricycle.

When they saw the various things inside, everyone's expressions became very excited.