At this time, the old village chief gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, then shouted to the kitchen: "Zufeng, where did you hide my two bottles of Moutai? Come find it for me quickly, I have an urgent need."

"Why are you yelling around? Why are you drinking Maotai in broad daylight? Niulanshan is not worthy of your identity?" Li Zufeng poked her head out of the kitchen, looking like she didn't look very slim, and said with a fat face.

Listening to the sound, the old village chief shivered and then smiled, "No, it's not me, I'm drinking, isn't this Xiaofeng back? I thought about going to see this child. No matter how he said he was not looking at Zhang Da."

Li Zufeng gave him a fierce look and then said, "I don't know what you were watching? But Xiaofeng is really good. Now he has returned home in glory. See if he can help the village improve the teaching area."

As he said that, Li Zufeng's voice was much calmer, and he immediately wiped his hands with an apron. Not long after entering the house, he took out two bottles of Maotai of unknown age.

"Give it, don't be so straight after you go. Xiaofeng Gang is a love affair, not helping it is a duty, don't make a fuss." As he said that, Li Zufeng also handed over the two bottles of good wine.

At the same time, Mo's family yard.

Cheng Fengqin carried the old turtle and eel, shouted to the door: "Old Cheng, Xiao Feng will be home in a while, come out to help you cook rice in a big pot today."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Cheng responded.

Mo Cheng started to deal with turtles, eels, etc. You should know that when Mo Cheng was young, no one ate these things, such as turtles, lobsters, black fish, etc., were everywhere. But it is rare now, and it is unfamiliar with handling them.

As for Cheng Fengqin, she went to the back of the house to catch the rooster.

Soon, a rooster with bright feathers and loud screams were grabbed by Cheng Fengqin in his hand.

In front of the water basin, a light touch of the kitchen knife, and the chicken blood suddenly flowed out along the throat and into the porcelain bowl prepared in advance.

After a bowl of blood was filled, the rooster was thrown aside by Cheng Fengqin and began to die. Her powerful claws kept slamming and her wings flapped from time to time, but these were just signs before it died.

When the chicken was blanched in water, the refreshing aroma was already overflowing, making the index fingers tremble.

Pieces of dead bread are dipped in water and put them into the pot. A small part of the dead bread falls into the rich soup. When the pot is boiled again, the most delicious place will be.

"Da Cheng, are you at home?" The old village chief snatched the two bottles of Moutai and shouted in the yard.

Listening to the village chief's voice, Mo Cheng raised his eyebrows and then quickly got up to greet him: "Guardian, why are you here?"

"Isn't this okay? I'll come and have a walk." The village chief said with a smile, then opened his eyes and tentatively: "Dacheng, I heard that Xiao Feng is back, haven't you been home yet?"

"Not yet, probably it's coming soon. Village Chief, do you have something to do with Xiao Feng?" Mo Cheng asked curiously.

"That..., Lao Cheng, you know that I am a more honest person. The primary school in our village is very dilapidated and there is nothing. I wonder if Xiaofeng is not promising now, and see if he can do it for this school. After all, this school is all from our fellow villagers in the countryside." The village chief begged with a look.

"Research for school?" Mo Cheng frowned slightly, and after a little thought, he said with some difficulty: "Village Chief, the food will be ready soon. Why don't you discuss it with him when Xiao Feng comes back later?"

In the kitchen, Cheng Fengqin was so angry that she was so angry that she knew that Mo Cheng would not refuse, and she didn't have to say much. Besides, it was understandable for the villagers in the village to ask Xiaofeng to help the village.

"Okay, okay!" The village chief couldn't stop smiling. He was not considered a pampering bag. After all, repairing the primary school is a top priority.

At this moment, a roar of cars outside the courtyard gradually sounded, and then the Mercedes-Benz stopped steadily on the side of the road. Mo Feng opened the car door and looked at the long-lost home, and showed a gentle smile.

Mo Cheng and Fengqin also hurriedly came out. The village chief looked at Mo Feng's handsome face and sighed softly and a little envious.

"My parents," Mo Feng shouted cheerfully, then looked at the village chief and smiled gently, "Uncle Mo, why are you here too?"

"Don't stand outside, go and talk in the house first." Mo Cheng immediately spoke.

After a while, it was inside the door.

Mo's mother was preparing meals in the kitchen, but Mo Feng looked at the village chief. It must be something he could come over. Mo Feng didn't mind helping the village: "Uncle Mo, what's wrong with you? Just tell me what I can, I will definitely help you."

"Xiao Feng, uncle is not going around the bush. You also know that our primary school is very simple, with only a few teachers in the whole school, and many students have gone to study in the town. If this is not the danger, the primary school may not be maintained if this continues."

"Uncle, I'm thinking about Xiaofeng, you're promising. See if you can... Can you donate some money to the school and renovate it. After that, the children in the village don't have to go far to study in the town. What do you think?" After saying that, the old village chief looked at Mo Feng with hope.

Listening to the old village chief, Mo Feng smiled inexplicably. He remembered that his alma mater was so dilapidated. No basketball courts or football fields existed, but only two cement table tennis tables. When he was in school, the playground was not as big as the get out of class was, which was definitely full.

Those who throw various cards, bottle caps, slicks, or cockfighting, can’t count them all. In short, just ten minutes of spare time are what everyone expects.

Later, when I was about to go to junior high school, the school installed a water tower, which was the school version of tap water. It made the students in the school excited and went to drink it as soon as the class was very exciting. Looking back now, I was really carefree when I was in my childhood.

Of course, the only few teachers in the entire school are also ashamed. Mo Feng vaguely remembers that there are only six or seven teachers in their school, such as English physical education teachers, which does not exist. Any Chinese teacher has at least two or three classes, and the key is to work part-time physical education classes!

When the village chief saw Mo Feng chuckling, he thought Mo Feng was unhappy and said in an instant: "Xiao Feng, uncle also knows that it will cost at least 60,000 to 70,000 yuan to repair the school, not a small amount. If it is not convenient, just pretend that it is not said anything, it is nothing!"

Listening to the old village chief's words, Mo Feng smiled in surprise and shrugged, "Uncle Mo, you are so dissatisfied. No matter how you say I grew up in our village, you are still fine with this little busy. But you don't need to renovate it, just build a new one!"

"Cover, cover the new one?" The old village chief opened his mouth slightly, and his voice trembled, "Xiaofeng, uncle knows you have this intention, but it costs a lot of money to build a new school. Let's just renovate it."
Chapter completed!