Returning to Qinghe Village from Yongcheng, you have to pass through three highways. The first is a highway, the second is a second-class highway, and the third is a third-class highway.

On the expressway section, Qin Liufu hired a driver. After getting off the expressway, the driver got off the car and took the car back to Yongcheng. Qin Liufu drove by himself on the next journey.

"Liufu, didn't you say that your village is quite remote? I think it's okay, how wide is the road!"

"Xiaoman, where have you been? The section we are walking on now is the main road leading to the county town, which belongs to the second-class highway. It looks good naturally. When you enter the third-class highway, you will know that our village is not remote!"

Su Xiaoman smiled and said, "No matter how remote it is, it cannot be more remote than those truly remote mountainous areas, right?"

Qin Liufu laughed and said, "That won't be. At least our village still has cement roads leading to the doorstep. It won't be like those really remote mountainous areas. Even the most ordinary roads are not accessible. You can only walk in with two legs!"

Su Xiaoman said: "That's all, rural areas that can access cement roads are not qualified to be remote!"

Qin Liufu glanced at her and smiled and said, "Are you qualified to say that it is remote? You will know when you enter the third-class highway later!"

Su Xiaoman was a little dissatisfied at first. When Qin Liufu drove a few kilometers and drove in from a certain intersection, she began to understand what Qin Liufu said.

The second-class highway before was obviously good. Although the road was not very straight, at least there were no sharp turns. However, after entering the third-class highway from the second-class highway, the road conditions suddenly changed. There was a sharp turn on the left and a sharp turn on the right. There were almost no straight roads throughout the whole process, and they were all "s"-shaped and undulating mountain roads.

On both sides, there are either farmland or bunches of low mountains. When passing through the low mountains, there are farmlands several meters to ten meters deep on the sides. If you accidentally drive, you will fall down, which is very dangerous.

What worries Su Xiaoman the most is that the road is small and curved, and the vehicles passing by are still driving very fast, ranging from truck shuttles to motorcycles and electric vehicles, they all take these nine-turn roads like tracks.

Especially the motorcycles that the young people ride are really like those trapped riders on TV. When turning, they drive over at an angle of 45 degrees, which makes Su Xiaoman stunned and frightened.

"Luofu, drive slowly, this road looks so scary!"

Qin Liufu glanced at the speedometer and said ashamed: "Miss, the speed is only 33 per hour, which is already very slow!"

Su Xiaoman looked at the sharp turn at 90 degrees at any time, and a car whizzed by at any time, and said with a pale face: "Slower or slower, you'll be scared when you look at this road. Don't drive so fast!"

Qin Liufu could only slow down again and said, "Okay, listen to you. Actually, this road is much better now. If it were two or three years ago, this road would be a fourth-class highway!"

Seeing that Qin Liufu had reduced the speed to only about 26, Su Xiaoman felt much safer and said with lingering fear: "No wonder you kept saying that your village is remote. I now understand the meaning of this remoteness!"

Qin Liufu smiled and said, "Actually, our place is already good. This kind of road may be a bit dangerous for those of you who have first seen it, but for us locals, we are really accustomed to it. Like the terrifying highways you see on the Internet, that's terrifying!"

"Safety comes first anyway, how far is it to your village?"

"It's about ten kilometers from the intersection of the second-class highway to our village!"

"That's not far!"

"Well, please feel free to see the mountain view. It will be around ten minutes!"

...

Qinghe Village.

The old house of the Qin family.

Qin's father was holding a hookah and smoking a cigarette at the door. The greenhouse built on the left side of the door had not been demolished. At this time, the famous master of the village was busy on the stove.

Qin's mother was also there to help. After finishing the work in her hand, she said to Qin's father who was smoking a hookah: "I'm blessed, see where Lao Liu and the others are?"

Qin's father stuffed the tobacco wire into the cigarette pipe, then glanced at the phone on the stool next to him. The page showed the WeChat shared location and said, "I have arrived at the mountain pond, and I should be home in more than ten minutes!"

Master Zhangshao smiled and said, "The last few hot dishes can also be stir-fried!"

Qin's mother nodded and said, "It's OK, then start frying!"

Ten minutes later, seeing that the dishes were all fried, Qin's mother couldn't help but ask again: "I'm lucky, look at where Lao Liu and the others are?"

Qin's father glanced at the shared location with Lao Liu on WeChat again and said, "I have arrived at the iron plant (the largest scrap iron purchase site in the village). I will arrive home soon and can serve the food!"

"Then why are you still sitting there? Come and help serve the food!"

"I understand, I think you're so anxious!"

...

Qin Liufu drove the car to the iron factory, then drove into a small road on the left, and said, "Xiaoman, behind this scrap iron purchase point is the village committee of our Qinghe Village. After entering through this small road, we will soon get home!"

On the left side of the road is a small river, and rows of green and yellow bamboos stand on the edge of the river. The eyes cross the river, which is a farmland, and a little further away is a continuous short mountain.

Seeing the densely packed earthen tombs on the short mountain, Su Xiaoman had goose bumps and said in a terrified manner: "Liufu, is this the cemetery in your village?"

Qin Liufu said shamefully: "How could there be a cemetery in remote mountain villages like us? They are all mountains in the village. My parents said that there were only a few old tombs before, but there were elderly people in each village later, and a small half of them chose to bury their relatives here. Over the past few decades, these small mountains have become what they are now!"

Su Xiaoman said in a frightened manner: "This dense earthen tomb looks so terrible!"

Qin Liufu said: "It's quite terrible. When my elder brother and his family were young, they were not as many as they are now. They often ran to the low mountain opposite to play. But now the number of dirt graves has increased several times. Not to mention children, even adults, they are timid and dare not walk there alone!"

Su Xiaoman turned her head to the right and did not dare to look to the left anymore.

Soon, a very dazzling three-story villa appeared in Su Xiaoman's eyes. She said in a affirmative tone: "Qin Dadi, that three-story villa should be your home, right?"

Qin Liufu nodded with a smile: "No, we're home!"

Looking at the very beautiful three-story villa and the courtyard facilities around the villa, Su Xiaoman said: "This big villa in your hometown feels more beautiful than the big villa in Yongcheng. It should have cost a lot of money, right?"

Qin Liufu drove his car into the courtyard and said, "It's okay, after all, it's a countryside, and the land is not worth much. The main body of the villa and the decoration have only cost more than 5.5 million yuan!"

This big villa that looks so dazzling actually cost only more than 5.5 million yuan?
Chapter completed!