Fang Zhengzheng looked at the spacious road leading from the gate of Huai'an County to the distance, and it was impossible to say that he didn't feel anything at all.
After all, he funded the construction of this road.
"let's go."
"yes!"
…
The changes in Beishan Village over the past year are significant. Although Fang Zhengzheng has become a nationally wanted criminal, this does not affect the development of Beishan Village.
Because there are roads in Beishan Village, and there is also a college with fifty of the best gentlemen in the Northern Desert.
As a result, not only the Shiliba Village, but also the aristocratic families in the Five Prefectures of the Northern Desert would send their children to Beishan Village to study. With such factors, Beishan Village had long since escaped from the predicament of relying solely on hunting for a living.
Geographically speaking.
The current Beishan Village has already more than doubled in size.
Moreover, every house has been repaired, the small courtyard in the past has been expanded into a large courtyard, and the one-story stone bungalow has basically been transformed into two stories.
But one thing hasn't changed.
That is planting.
This is a kind of nature. As native villagers of Beishan Village, although they have become rich in life, their simple nature still exists.
Therefore, there are still large tracts of land growing various vegetables and fruits around Beishan Village, which are green and lush, and the scenery is endless.
Sow in spring, harvest in autumn.
This is an unchanging natural principle.
Starting from early morning, groups of Beishan Village villagers went to the fields and were busy in the fields under the morning sun.
Work when you get up in the morning and rest when the sun sets.
Now, the sun has set in the west, and a ray of sunset hangs on the horizon, casting a layer of golden-red brilliance on this beautiful soil.
The villagers looked at the sky and packed up their things in the fields, preparing to go home and enjoy dinner.
And at this moment...
A group of figures appeared on the road at the entrance of the village. They were a group of figures wearing black hats on their heads. Their faces could not be seen clearly because the black gauze under the hats blocked their faces.
There were not many people, only a dozen or so.
But it can be seen that the identities of these people are not ordinary, because the clothes they wear are of very good quality, and of course, the most important thing is that they all have weapons in their hands.
Swords, knives, guns.
Every weapon shone with a cold light, and even people who didn't understand weapons could tell that none of these weapons were mediocre.
Then, the identity of this team is naturally extraordinary.
The movements of the villagers' hands stopped one after another. In the past year, it was not uncommon for big figures to come and go in Beishan Village, including famous families in Huai'an County, and even farther away, famous families in Xinhe Prefecture.
They have seen quite a lot.
But they still stopped because it was not the first day of school, and the most important thing was that they could all see it.
The identities of this group of people are obviously different from those of famous families.
because…
This group of people were all on foot.
No one was riding a horse, and they were traveling lightly, with no carriage-loaded salutes, and not too much baggage. Everyone was clean and tidy, without the dust of traveling long distances. In this way, they naturally did not Maybe he was a famous family who gave gifts to the children of aristocratic families.
The villagers stood in the fields, stopping and watching.
They want to see something from this team of people, but with their vision, it is still somewhat difficult to see something from the way this team of people dress.
But soon, their eyes widened.
That was a shock.
A kind of shock bursting from the heart.
Because, they saw a figure in this group, a figure that was completely different from those wearing black hats. It was a young man wearing a blue gown.
A slightly thin figure, a fair face, and a smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Uncle Li, Aunt Zhang, hello!" The young man seemed to have noticed the villagers stopping in the field, and waved to the villagers stopping as he walked.
"Ah..." Two villagers, a man and a woman, stared blankly at the young man greeting them, their mouths opened, and the only sound that could come out was one.
The young man smiled, not seeing anything strange about the expressions of the two villagers, and continued to greet several villagers on the other side.
"Uncle Wang is still so young. Aunt Liu's skin is getting better and better. Has Brother Zhao got a wife? Haha, come to my house for dinner when you have time..."
As the young man spoke, he continued to walk towards the village. Every time he passed a villager, he would greet them very enthusiastically.
However…
All the villagers stared at the young man with their mouths wide open. No one greeted the young man, because they all had the feeling that they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
"Master, I... I think I saw a ghost!"
"Me too… "
"Did you see it too?"
"Yes... yes..."
"Don't tell me that you have seen this child Zhengzheng?!"
"Yes, I... I just saw Zheng Zheng, and he was still greeting me, as usual, but he seemed to be a little taller!"
"Ghost!"
For the villagers in Beishan Village, obeying the law and obeying the law is their usual thinking. But who is Fang Zhengzheng? That's a key criminal that the entire dynasty is looking for.
So…
Seeing Fang Zheng walking towards them in broad daylight and greeting them happily, what could this mean if he saw a ghost
Fang Zhengzheng obviously had no intention of explaining.
He just breathed the air in the mountain to his heart's content and looked at the sunset setting over the mountain. He liked the tranquility in the mountain very much. It was so peaceful that he didn't need to think about anything.
The small river at the entrance of the village is still clear, and the sound of trickling water can be heard in the ears. Small fish swim in the river one by one, splashing white waves from time to time.
In terms of pace, Fang Zhengzheng didn't walk too fast.
But he quickly arrived at the entrance of the village and looked at the brand new stone tablet erected at the entrance of the village, and the three words "Beishan Village" engraved on the stone tablet.
It can be seen that the person who wrote these three words is not low in skill.
It should be because those near the water and the towers get the moon first.
After a college was built in the village, the cultural atmosphere naturally became much stronger. Vigorous calligraphy and painting can be seen everywhere at the entrance of the village.
Moreover, there were actually many carvings with different expressions, including stone carvings, root carvings, etc. Fang Zhengzheng guessed that these should be made by the dozens of gentlemen from the college.
Otherwise, given the cultural background of the village chief Zhang Yangping, these things should still be rooted in the mountains, enduring the mountain wind and the scorching sun.
Enter the village.
Very lively.
Along the way, the villagers' faces were filled with smiles and they were talking to each other. There were more or less carved plaques hanging on the doors of every house.
But soon, the excitement slowly calmed down.
Because they all saw Fang Zhengzheng strolling from the entrance of the village, and heard Fang Zhengzheng's voice greeting him along the way.
Then, they were confused.
Although Fang Zhengzheng has left Beishan Village for more than a year, he is still proud of this important figure who led Beishan Village to prosperity.
How could they not remember
Not to mention that Fang Zhengyi had only been away for more than a year, even if he had been away for five or even ten years, they could still recognize Fang Zhengyi at a glance.
In fact…
Villagers in every household have more or less thought about whether Fang Zhengzheng will return to Beishan Village one day.
However, they were just thinking about it.
After all, the crime Fang Zhengzheng committed was too big. He was scornful of the princess of the Southern Territory, the current king of the Southern Territory, and killed the crown prince of the Southern Territory, and stabbed the current prince.
pardon
How can there be any possibility of pardon for such a heinous crime
Of course, they did think that it was possible for Fang Zhengzheng to return to the village, but that should be done secretly and at night.
One by one, the villagers looked at the sky subconsciously.
Although it was already dusk, the sky was still bright, and golden-red light fell from the sky, shining on the smiling face.
"Integrity... Integrity?!"
Finally, a voice sounded.
Then, you looked at me and I looked at you with countless pairs of eyes. There was excitement, shock, fear, and worry in them.
As villagers who have been growing up in Beishan Village, they certainly know that there are not only Beishan Village villagers in Beishan Village now.
besides…
"Zhengzheng, why are you back! Let's go!"
"Where's my mother?"
"ah?!"
"At home, right? Uncle Chen, if you have time in the evening, come to my house for dinner!" Fang Zhengzheng waved his hand towards Uncle Chen who rushed over, with a calm expression on his face.
"Eat...eat? Did this kid ask me to go to his house...eat?" Uncle Chen stared blankly at the leaving figure, and the figures wearing black hats following the figure, unable to react at all.
…
In the small courtyard of the Fang family.
Qin Xuelian, who was dressed in civilian clothes, was watering the vegetables planted in the courtyard. Her originally dark hair had a hint of paleness, and a few wrinkles appeared in the corners of her eyes.
Although she still looks as refined as Tianshan Snow Lotus, Qin Xuelian's face is obviously much older than it was more than a year ago.
A small platform was built on the second-story stone house. Green fruits were planted on the platform and a sturdy shed was built.
Fang Houde is sitting in the shed, taking care of the soil for fruits.
In front of him, there was a simple tea set. Warm heat wafted from the tea cup, and a faint fragrance filled the shed.
"Dad, if you're tired, sit down and rest for a while." Qin Xuelian raised her head, looked at the sweat on Fang Houde's forehead, and shouted subconsciously.
But as soon as these words came out, her face darkened.
In fact, over the past year or so, she has rarely addressed Fang Houde as the father of her child. More often, she refers to him as Houde.
Or Lao Fang.
But how can we change the habits of decades
"My child... Xuelian, you should also take a rest and let me cook dinner." Fang Houde's father finally swallowed his words.
There was also a gloominess on his face.
However, he quickly recovered, forced a smile, washed the soil in his hands, and then picked up the tea cup in front of him.
Warm heat drifted into his eyes.
I don’t know whether it was caused by the heat or the moist spring air. A drop of something like a raindrop fell into the tea cup at this moment, causing a circle of ripples.
"I'll do it." Qin Xuelian shook her head silently, her body trembling a little, and there was a faint sparkle in her eyes. She had cried too many times in the past year or so.
Spring Summer Autumn Winter.
Season after season passed, she sat in the small courtyard, looking at the passing figures outside the courtyard. She just sat there, imagining that the shadow in the dream would appear countless times.
But, no!
She was not disappointed, because nothing would be the best!
Finally, drop by drop of "water droplets" fell into the water basin in her hand, and ripples rippled in circles. Her powerlessness made her hands almost grasp the water basin.
"Son, mother... I miss you so much!"
Qin Xuelian's heart was shouting, and she kept shouting, but she couldn't shout these words out, she could only shout them over and over again in her heart.
The basin trembled.
Inside, a snow-white and wrinkled face was reflected.
At this moment, another shadow appeared in the water. It was a figure standing at the entrance of the courtyard. The breeze blew by, and the blue gown fluttered gently.
"Zheng'er, it's Zheng'er!"
Qin Xuelian shouted subconsciously, but soon she shook her head again, because she didn't know how many times she had seen this shadow.
But she knew that this shadow shouldn't appear here.
It’s impossible to appear here!
"Zheng'er, my Zheng'er..." Qin Xuelian's eyes looked at the shadow in the water. She just watched quietly because she knew that the shadow would eventually disappear.
She wanted to stop time and let her watch for a while.
Some extravagant ideas.
But this idea was the only thing that could keep her going, letting her wait in this Beishan Village for a shadow that could never return.
"Mom!" At this moment, a voice rang from the courtyard door and reached Qin Xuelian's ears, so clear and familiar.
Qin Xuelian's body trembled violently.
She looked at the basin in her hand again. The shadow was still in the basin and had not disappeared, just like a real existence.
"Zheng'er, my Zheng'er is back!"
Qin Xuelian wanted to look back at the courtyard door, but she knew that once she looked back, she might never see the shadow reflected in the basin again.
She hesitated and struggled.
But she still turned back, because it was a kind of subconsciousness, a kind of subconsciousness rising from her heart. She wanted to take a look and take a look at the figure at the entrance of the courtyard.
Time seems to stand still at this moment.
Qin Xuelian's body stood stiffly on the spot, her eyes looking at the entrance of the small courtyard, where a familiar shadow was facing her with a happy smile.
"Mom!" The familiar voice sounded again.
"Zheng... Zheng'er, you... are you back?" Qin Xuelian's body suddenly lost strength, and the water basin in her hand fell to the ground with a snapping sound. (To be continued.)