The two misunderstood.

Yang Fan knew where the most suitable for on-land joint investigation experiments, but he couldn't say that he just said that he dreamed of a place like a joke, that's all.

Just make soy sauce.

Whatever you think.

Anyway, just find that place in the end.

Yang Fan slept for a while, and after waking up, he raised his hand to look at the time. In fact, he wanted to sleep again, but the road conditions were completely incomparable to the 21st century. Not to mention the flat cement roads and oil roads, some sections of the road were not even paved, making them look bumpy.

He took out the map and looked at it. Yang Fan said, "Brother Wang, let's go to Baishi Town for lunch."

Is Baishi Town?

Zhou Ping asked: "Director Yang, why did you go to Baishi Town? Have you been to that place?"

Baishi Town is a little far away, and it will probably take nearly two hours to drive there. It is estimated that it will be around 2 noon when you get there. Wu Wenchao reminded: "Baishi Town is not close, we really want to go there for dinner."

When he closed his eyes and rested, Yang Fan thought for a long time and found a barely reasonable excuse, so he said: "I have been to Baishi Town. There is a small fishing village called Shawan Village. I remember it now. It is the most suitable place for on-land joint investigation experiments."

real!

Zhou Ping and Wu Wenchao's eyes lit up. If it is true as Yang Fan said, then you can go and take a look. What if it is really suitable for on-land joint debugging experiments.

"Director Yang, you didn't lie to us?"

"What are you doing? I've really been there. After you get there, you'll know it." Yang Fan replied.

"Okay, OK."

"This is really exciting news. Director Yang, you should just say it earlier. Lao Zhou and I kept looking outside to look at the terrain, and our necks were sore." Wu Wenchao said.

Yang Fan smiled and said nothing.

It’s not that I don’t want to say it, it’s really inconvenient. Now I just fool you two out for this excuse. If I really want to be serious, I have never been to Baishi Town, let alone Shawan Village. Yang Fan thought to himself.

Wang Wei seemed to drive faster.

The destination has been clear, head straight to Shawan Village.

Zhou Ping and Wu Wenchao seemed to be a little relaxed. They no longer looked out the window, but talked and laughed. They only stopped the car once in the middle, and everyone got off the car and moved for about one or twenty minutes, and then continued to set off.

It's almost two o'clock noon.

Arrived successfully in Baishi Town.

Everyone found a restaurant in the town to fill their stomachs, and also filled the oil at the only gas station in the town, and then continued to set off.

Destination, Shawan Village!

After driving for only two or three miles, Wang Wei slowed down and stopped slowly. There was a fork in front of him. He asked loudly: "Director Yang, should we go to the right or left in front?"

Yang Fan looked at it and was unable to determine the direction for a while.

There are only major highways on the map, and there are no country roads like this.

It is the 1980s, which is a very different difference from the 21st century. Yang Fan thought to himself that the excuse he had been to Shawan Village before was really forced, and he almost broke it.

Fortunately, Yang Fan's head was spinning fast enough and he immediately replied: "I've been here several years ago and can't remember it, so why don't I go and ask."

An old man was walking slowly on the side of the road with a scalper, and Yang Fan simply pushed the door and got out of the car and asked politely.

"Hello, old man."

The old man smiled, "You guys want to ask for directions."

This old man is so powerful that he could tell at a glance that Yang Fan and others were asking for directions.

Yang Fan took out a cigarette and handed it over, "Yes, we want to ask how to get to Shawan Village."

"This is a good cigarette." The old man was very happy to take the cigarette and pointed to the road on the right: "Let's go to Shawan Village on the right, and there are still five or six miles of land, but the road is a little difficult to walk on. You have to drive slowly and be careful."

"Okay, thank you."

Yang Fan thanked the old man and returned to the car and said, "Brother Wang, there are about five or six miles left on the road on the right, and the road conditions may not be quite good."

Wang Wei nodded and drove along the road to the right.

Sure enough, the road conditions are indeed not very good. Although the width of the road surface is enough to take a large truck, it lacks maintenance and the road surface is bumpy.

After driving for at least twenty minutes, you can finally see Shawan Village not far ahead, and you can also see the blue and vast sea farther away.

This is the real seaside.

Zhou Ping said happily: "The place looks really good and spacious enough."

Wu Wenchao said: "I have a premonition that this place may really meet the requirements of our onshore joint investigation experiment."

The atmosphere in the car became warm.

Just after driving for two or three hundred meters, I could barely reach the entrance of Shawan Village. The jeep was trapped in the mud. Wang Wei took a few steps to the accelerator but did not drive it out. On the contrary, the sinking became deeper and deeper.

Yang Fan quickly reminded: "Brother Wang, you can't do it recklessly, you really can't get out after a while."

Wang Wei said helplessly: "What should I do?"

Zhou Ping suggested: "How about this, let's go down and push and give it a try."

This is the only way.

The three of them got out of the car and shouted one, two, and three to push the car hard. Wang Wei stayed in the car and started to fuel it hard. After much effort, he still didn't push the car out.

"I'm so tired, so tired."

"I can't do it anymore, I need to take a break."

Zhou Ping and Wu Wenchao said they couldn't stand it. They were both in their forties and fifties, and they were usually sitting in the office and lacked exercise. After pushing a few times, they felt a little weak.

Yang Fan smiled and joked: "It seems that you need to exercise more. The two directors will not be able to do so soon."

Wu Wenchao is the oldest and sighed: "You young people can't compare with you."

Zhou Pingze said with admiration: "Director Yang, you are really physically strong. Lao Wu and I are already sweating profusely. You are not blushing and you are not angry."

The three of them chatted and rested for at least ten minutes.

Yang Fan said: "How is it? Have you recovered? Let's push a few more and try it."

Wu Wenchao said: "Wait a minute and let me smoke another cigarette. By the way, Director Yang will give me one more of your Marlboro."

This time when he went out, Yang Fan specially brought two bags of Marlboro and put them in his shoulder bag. When he asked for directions just now, he took a bag and opened it and gave the old man one. It happened to be seen by Wu Wenchao.

Yang Fan was a little strange just now. An old man in the countryside actually recognized this Marlboro at a glance, and said happily that this was good smoke.

He took out the bag of Marlboro, Wang Wei, Zhou Ping, and Wu Wenchao, one for each of them, and Yang Fan, who usually rarely smoked, also held one for himself.

The four of them started chatting while smoking.

Wang Wei said worriedly: "The car is stuck too deep. It is estimated that it will be difficult for us to push the car out just by going to the village. We may have to ask someone to come over to help."

Zhou Ping said slowly: "It's probably difficult. We are not familiar with each other. Why should we help us?"

While chatting like this, a jingle ringing sound came, and the old man just now walked towards the entrance of the village. Obviously, he should be from Shawan Village.

"Why, the car is really stuck." The old man asked.

Yang Fan took out another Marlboro and handed it over, "Old man, can you help me ask a few people to help push the car?"

After taking this Marlboro, the old man was very happy and looked at Yang Fan with praise, probably thinking in his heart that the young man was so polite that he gave me another Marlboro.

The old man said: "This is a trivial matter. If anyone comes to push the cart, each person will have two Marlboros. How about it?"

Yang Fan smiled.

The old man probably took a fancy to Marlboro in his hands.

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Chapter completed!