20 years of restarting life

Chapter 2779 The belated call

When Zhao Changan was passing through the county town on the road, he picked up a box of Jiugui and two packs of Yuxi cigarettes from a tobacco and liquor store.

"Why did you buy so much wine?"

Qu Fei asked curiously.

"Doesn't your dad like to drink?"

"It's time for him to drink some wine that costs more than ten yuan. Go to the store at the entrance of the village and buy two bottles of Luyi Daqu, which is very good."

Qu Fei clearly refused: "It just so happens that the family is a distant relative, so I'll do some business with them."

"You are so filial."

Zhao Changan laughed and joked.

"I want him to live a simple life. You don't really believe that there is a hell after death, do you? Besides, people like him are destined to be boiled in oil. Do you really think he can get it?"

Qu Fei said quietly, "It's just a token of my appreciation for being alive. There's no need to take it so seriously."

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Qu Duxing's grave is in a remote mountain village in a county outside Zhengzhou. A few miles away from the village, because the road was too narrow, Zhao Changan had to park the car in front of a roadside convenience store run by an old man whom Qu Fei was familiar with.

After getting off the bus, I bought yellow paper for burning and fireworks aimed at the sky, two bottles of Luyi Daqu, two boxes of milk, two barrels of oil, and four packs of Henan Tobacco King at the convenience store.

There were too many things, so Qu Fei borrowed the old man's 28-bar bicycle. The old man enthusiastically tied up the things. Zhao Changan pushed the bicycle, and he and Qu Fei walked into the village leading to Qu Fei's hometown.

There are low hills all around, covered with the mottled autumn colors of the jungle, and there are still dewdrops in the grass by the roadside that have not yet been evaporated by the sun.

The sound of firecrackers continued to be heard from the surrounding mountains. The weather has been good these days, and many people have visited the graves.

"Your father is a bad man. He is so rich but he doesn't spend money to repair the road and leave a good reputation. It may be a little expensive now, but it won't cost more than 100,000 yuan to go one mile forward."

Zhao Changan watched Qu Fei stretch out her delicate fingers and point at the mountain that seemed not far away.

But he knew that he would never succeed if he tried too hard. It was already past ten in the morning and it would probably take at least another hour to climb the mountain to get there.

It would be much easier if you drove in and out.

"It's not as easy as you say! The fields, vegetable gardens, hills, and ponds on both sides of the road all have owners. If you occupy them, even if you build a road, you have to pay. How much do you have to pay? Are the prices per square meter of fields the same or different for vegetable gardens, hills, and ponds? You have to fight for the same or different prices. If you're not careful, you'll end up with bloody fights.

  Even if you don't widen the road, but just lay gravel and cement on it, the road surface will be higher. The residents on the roadside will definitely be angry, saying that you blocked their way when it rains, but they will not mention that the cement road makes it convenient for them to travel. In addition, the road can be dug and drained at any time. How can you drain and block water if you build a road?

In recent years, many people with bad intentions have come out on motorcycles at night. They usually don't dare to ride in on the dirt road at night because it's hard to drive on and they can't drive fast. If something was stolen on the cement road, there were people who stopped my dad and demanded compensation.

"My dad is a man of ability who is praised by everyone in the village and everyone wants to talk to him. If I get involved, I will definitely offend some people. Why bother?"

The two chatted as they pushed the cart. It was late October and there was not much work in the fields. Many people passing by greeted Qu Fei warmly and looked Zhao Changan up and down with scrutiny and criticism.

Although Qu Duxing was killed and Meng Huanxia was drinking porridge, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse. Qu Fei's luxurious clothes, the golden necklace around her neck, the gold rings and jade bracelets on her hands, show that she is still a wealthy man who should not be underestimated.

In this great era, many distorted ideas in the city have now spread to the countryside. People laugh at the poor but not at prostitution, and being able to make money is a skill.

They gave the milk and cooking oil they brought to two families respectively, took a sickle, declined the two families' enthusiasm to cook for them at noon, and went up the mountain.

On the way down the mountain, in a quiet valley, Qu Fei suddenly wanted it again and refused to leave unless Zhao Changan gave it to her. So Zhao Changan had no choice but to press her against the trunk of a leaning big pine tree. She screamed and groaned, and indulged herself in madness again.

Then Qu Fei, who was limp as mud, was carried down the mountain by Zhao Changan. Her eyes were full of cunning sweetness, and she pressed her pretty face tightly against the back of this big boy who was five or six years younger than her.

As a result, when they returned the sickle, the family had already prepared the meal, and it seemed that the two families had cooked together, so Zhao Changan and Qu Fei had to eat a sumptuous mountain meal at the home of the one she called her aunt. In addition to the two families that Qu Fei called her aunt, her uncle and their son, daughter-in-law, and daughter, the family of three that she called her uncle, the village chief, the party secretary, and an old man that Qu Fei's father called her third uncle, also came to join in the fun.

Zhao Changan handed the car keys to Qu Fei's aunt's son, told him how to open the trunk of the car, and asked him to bring a box of wine and a pack of cigarettes.

His uncle said there was some loose wine in the house, but his aunt glared at him and said, "Can you let Xiao Zhao drink that wine?"

This made her uncle laugh awkwardly.

Except for the guest Qu Fei, no other women and children sat at the table. Zhao Changan insisted on not sitting in the main seat, but Qu Fei said that this was the rule and if he didn't sit down, he would have no other choice, so he had to sit down.

Zhao Changan said he would not drink before driving, but Qu Fei said she would drive and asked Zhao Changan to accompany her for a while. Everyone present immediately confirmed that this little Zhao in front of them should be Qu Fei's partner.

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The prison where Meng Huanxia was imprisoned was not far from the village of Qu Duxing, about fifty or sixty kilometers away.

Zhao Changan was too lazy to go in, so he asked Qu Fei to park the car on the side of the road. He made a phone call and asked Qu Fei to go over by himself.

Then he opened the car window and continued to sleep in the passenger seat.

After sleeping for almost half an hour and still not seeing Qu Fei come out, Zhao Changan felt a little annoyed and got out of the car to light a cigarette.

Standing in the cool autumn day under the golden sun, watching the wild geese flying south, the sky is lonely.

To be honest, based on his understanding of Jin Feiyue and Xiaoyu, they should not be such self-respecting and arrogant people.

Normally, they should have called a long time ago, instead of waiting for so long without any response.

When something is abnormal, there must be something wrong, but Zhao Changan still can't figure out what this thing is.

Therefore, he can only choose to advance step by step.

At this time, his cell phone rang. It was Xiaoyu calling.

"It's so hard to wait for your call. Why did you remember to call me now? Where's your husband?"

There was some complaint in Zhao Changan's words.

"He's still mad at you~"

Xiaoyu's voice was soft and alluring: "It's been dry these days, and my skin is dry, too. I'm itchy. Can you give me some natural ointment to relieve the itch?"

Zhao Changan lost his temper: "Don't you know at all that the position I represent now is the opposite of yours?"

"What does this have to do with whether I itch or not, or with the ointment I'm using?"

Xiaoyu's voice was still soft over there: "To put it bluntly, it's all about money. I don't want to be rich. I just like the blue sky, white clouds and the sea to enjoy passion and love freely."

"It's easy as you say, but all of this requires money to support it."

"Today, my mother-in-law and aunt have hired a lawyer and reported to the police that my father-in-law cheated on me during marriage. They want to sue him and ask for him to be kicked out of the house."

Xiaoyu said over there: "Do you think my mother-in-law will win?"

"After we win, how do we divide the spoils?"

This has always been a question in Zhao Changan's mind, and he also thinks it is the most likely breakthrough point.