The huge tea-making room was full of people, and everyone waited with bated breath, hoping that Jiang Hao would come out with some good tips.

Jiang Hao looked at everyone, cleared his throat and said: "The first priority in Xiaobei Village now is to restore the roads, otherwise you will not be able to get in or get out."

As soon as the proposal to build the road came out, there was an uproar among the public.

The smell of smoke filled the entire space, and some people were coughing from the smoke. Mixed in with the discussion, it was chaotic.

Building roads means spending a lot of money, which is a fantasy for their current situation of not having enough to eat.

After the uproar, there was a long and endless silence. Jiang Hao also understood the difficulties everyone was facing at this moment, but even so, the road was blocked and no one could get out. No matter how powerful he was, it would not help.

"We don't have money, but we have hands and feet, so we're afraid of a ball!"

Zhang Wu threw the cigarette butt heavily on the ground and took the lead in making a statement.

As soon as Zhang Wu finished speaking, everyone fell into deep thought.

"Xiaobei Village is no longer viable. If you want to live, you have to get out."

Jiang Hao said what he had been thinking about for a long time and saw everyone looking at each other. Xiaobei Village was their roots. The roots were gone. Everyone wanted to return to their roots. Where could they go now?

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Jiang Hao took out a drawing and spread it out on the table. On it was a drawing of the terrain from Xiaobei Village to the county seat. The winding roads were clearly outlined.

He held the cap of his pen in his mouth and drew several circles on each of the roads leading outside near the entrance of the village.

After pondering for a long time, I could see his pen making strokes here and there, and muttering something to himself.

Lao Yu leaned over and curiously looked at the checkpoints above.

It is true that no one could understand what kind of medicine Jiang Hao was selling in his gourd. They just scratched their heads and looked aside, and everyone squinted at the map.

"This is the only road in Xiaobei Village. At these checkpoints, the men are divided into teams to dig mud and open roads."

"But what if another mudslide breaks out?"

I don't know who said this, and it immediately made everyone worried.

"there is always a solution to a problem."

Jiang Hao placed the tea leaves one by one at different checkpoints, stretched out his hand and nodded to the crowd, with a rough plan in mind.

Several young adults whose names were called came out to form teams and each claimed the task.

The firewood burning in the house was still crackling, and everyone began to clear away the gloom and ignited the will to fight.

You are waiting to die anyway, so why not break out of a bloody road? Where there are people, there is a road. At worst, you can cut mountains and cut trees. If you can get out, you will not die of hunger.

Although Jiang Hao didn't say these words, looking at the eyes of the folks present, he understood that everyone had the same goal. After all, in a desperate situation, the best way is to stick together and set off.

After clarifying the division of labor in detail, Jiang Hao led a large team and set off with shovels and irons.

The vast group of people, like warriors on an expedition, looked at the ruins and had no time to lick their wounds. They could only raise their heads and keep moving forward. Solving problems is the best attitude towards facing difficulties.

After crossing the potholes, they were placed under different mountain cols. Their shoes were covered with yellow mud, but no one complained. They just focused on moving garbage, tree trunks, and stones.

It’s a huge project, and I don’t know how many days and nights it will take to complete it, but in order to survive, this is the only way out.
Chapter completed!