From ordinary friends to boyfriend and girlfriend, there seems to be nothing special.

Wu Jun is no longer a slutty young man with a mind full of XXOO.

What's more, Hou Ting's current physical condition does not allow it.

In the hospital, she was inseparable and stayed with Hou Ting day and night for three days.

The fourth day happens to be the first day of the twelfth lunar month, the last month of the lunar year.

After Wu Jun received the call from the old farmer, he said goodbye to Hou Ting and drove back to Xiaowuzhuang.

It was already past ten in the morning when Wu Jun drove to Xiaowuzhuang

, the car was blocked as soon as it arrived at the entrance of the village.

The cars entering the village are like candied haws on a stick, one after another, ranging from a Hyundai Rena costing tens of thousands of yuan to a Corolla costing hundreds of thousands to a Mercedes-Benz and BMW costing hundreds of thousands.

The long motorcade formed a giant steel dragon, spreading from the entrance of Xiaowuzhuang Village to the inside of the village.

The license plates are even more diverse, covering Beijing, Tianjin, Hebei, Shandong, Henan, Shanxi, Mongolia, and several surrounding provinces in northern Hebei.

The sirens were honking one after another, and it was obvious that there were many bad-tempered people in the queue.

There are also many smokers and drivers who open the windows to smoke. Even in the winter, they are not afraid of the cold.

"What's going on? Why are there suddenly so many cars?" Wu Jun also joined the "smoking army", lowering the car window halfway and lighting up a cigarette to puff out the smoke.

Since the roads in Xiaowuzhuang were rebuilt and widened, such huge traffic jams have rarely occurred.

Wu Jun had just lit up a cigarette and had only taken a few puffs when he saw a tall man with a red armband on his arm and a big black leather hat running towards the end of the line.

"Everyone, please stop crowding and stop blocking. It is in everyone's interest to follow order!"

"The villagers of Xiaowuzhuang should set an example to the guests from outside. Don't act arrogant at your own door. Be more conscious."

"Wu Nan, reverse the car! What are you doing!"

The man walked up to a car that was half full of cars, yelled a scolding, and slapped the front hood of the car a few times with his big hands.

When the man approached, Wu Jun recognized who it was. It turned out to be Wu Dali, who he hadn't seen for a long time and had "changed his mind" and became a good person.

Ever since the last time Wu Jun repaid kindness with kindness and sent the driver of Junheng Liquor Co., Ltd. to take Wu Dali's father to the hospital, Wu Dali's temperament has changed drastically, as if he was a completely different person.

He used to be a bastard who was annoying to everyone in the village and was intimidated by everyone in the village. Now he has become a good guy who is willing to help others. The change is not small.

Whenever something happened in the village, Wu Dali was always on the front line. He did the snow clearing last time and this time there was a big traffic jam.

Wu Jun is now embarrassed to call him his nickname "Wu Dali" when he sees him. Other villagers in Xiaowuzhuang also feel the same way as Wu Jun.

It was as if Wu Dali, who had been domineering in Xiaowuzhuang for decades, suddenly disappeared from the world.

The car owner, who was called Wu Nan by Wu Dali, did not dare to get angry. He laughed and said, "Brother Dali, please be gentle. The skin of my old car is so thin that it will be deformed if I try to take pictures."

Wu Dali lectured: "You are a thin-skinned car, but you are not thin-skinned. You drive in an orderly manner. You are the special one, right? Did you buy a driver's license? How did you learn the traffic rules?"

"Brother Dali, brother Dali, I know I'm wrong, I'll quit now." After the car owner said this, he immediately shifted into reverse gear and returned to the queue, giving up the idea of ​​jumping in line.

"That's cool. We're already at the door of our house. Why worry? Don't embarrass our little Wuzhuang." After Wu Dali taught the villagers a lesson, he walked towards the end of the team again.

After walking a few steps, he arrived in front of Wu Jun's car. Wu Dali recognized Wu Jun's car at a glance.

The main reason is that his car is so recognizable. In the long motorcade, Wu Jun’s Tesla definitely belongs to the shining class.

"Ah! Mr. Wu, you are back!" Seeing Wu Jun smoking, Wu Dali quickly stopped and said hello.

"Wu Dali, you..." I couldn't see clearly from a distance, but when I got closer to Wu Jun, I saw that Wu Dali's face was streaked with blue and purple, as if he had been beaten.

Wu Dali murmured an explanation: "It's okay. I accidentally tripped over while walking at night and hit the ground on my face. I'll be fine with some medicine in a few days."

"Oh..." Wu Jun nodded, with an expression on his face that said, "Who are you kidding?"

The injury on Wu Dali's face was obviously not caused by a fall on his head and face as he said.

Wu Jun looks like he was beaten "in the hands of others".

However, the relationship between Wu Jun and Wu Dali was not so good that he cared about who beat him up, so he just said it casually.

Even if Wu Dali told him truthfully who the attacker was, he would not stand up for Wu Dali.

Now this relationship between fellow villagers has become the closest relationship between the two.

Wu Jun looked at the red armband worn on Wu Dali's arm and changed the subject: "Okay, Wu Dali, has become a permanent volunteer in our Xiaowuzhuang?"

Wu Dali laughed and said, "You should serve the villagers in your spare time! You should!"

Wu Jun asked: "What's going on today? Why is there such a traffic jam?"

"Mr. Wu, you haven't been in the village these days, have you?" Wu Dali explained, "The team for the Hongfu Farm expansion project, and... and the team for the soilless cultivation project have all rented a house in our Xiaowu Village.

Several groups of people moved together in a few days, and it has always been like this."

Wu Jun nodded and said: "Oh, so that's what happened. I thought there was some accident ahead. You go and do your work. Thank you for your hard work."

Wu Jun also noticed that Wu Dali stuttered when he mentioned the "soilless cultivation project" just now.

He thought of the person in charge of the project, and looking at the injuries on Wu Dali's face, he felt as if he had solved the case and discovered the truth.

The general person in charge of the soilless culture project is Guan Jun.

Guan Xuan is Guan Jun’s biological sister.

Wu Dali had harassed Guan Xuan.

Once you think about it this way, it becomes obvious.

"Okay, Mr. Wu, don't worry. There are volunteers ahead to maintain order. It won't take long for them to pass." Wu Dali said hello to Wu Jun and continued to walk towards the end of the team.

Wu Jun watched Wu Dali walk away from the reflector, and then looked back.

From the entrance of Xiaowuzhuang Village to my home, three minutes was more than enough in the past, but today it took a full half hour.

After personally experiencing a traffic jam, Wu Jun realized deeply that the main road in Xiaowuzhuang was still too narrow and it was necessary to widen it.

Moreover, you will ultimately benefit from widening the road.

Both Junheng Liquor Co., Ltd. and Hongfu Farm can benefit from it.

He drove the car directly into the courtyard of the villa. As soon as he got out of the car and locked the door, Wu Jun saw Feng Yuanyuan wearing a gray and white striped apron coming out of the house.

"Xiaojun, you're back." Feng Yuanyuan stepped forward to greet her with a smile.

"Well, we're back." Wu Jun looked into the house and asked, "Have dad and Mr. Nong come back?"

"Not yet, I'll come back first to make some snacks for my godfather and the farmer." Feng Yuanyuan smoothed the hair hanging down her forehead and said it very matter of fact.

Feng Yuanyuan worked in a hotel before joining Hongfu Farm as a secretary for her father, so her cooking skills must have been pretty good.

Mom runs to the hospital every two days now, often staying with Aunt Xu Xiulan.

Feng Yuanyuan often takes care of dad's eating issues.

Wu Jun said: "Why didn't you go to a restaurant outside to order a few dishes? It would have saved you the trouble."

Feng Yuanyuan shook her head and said: "It's not troublesome, and it's cleaner and hygienic at home. Besides, my craftsmanship is no worse than that of the chefs in restaurants outside."

"That's right, my god-sister's cooking skills are definitely like this." Wu Jun extended his thumb obediently and complimented her.

There is a saying that Wu Jun has eaten the food cooked by Feng Yuanyuan. Her cooking skills are really good, and she can compete with Xu Minli and Xu Fei, the aunt and nephew.

Wu Jun suddenly discovered that there were many people around him with good cooking skills, and they could almost form a chef class to open a restaurant.

Feng Yuanyuan raised her wrist and glanced at the delicate pink ladies' watch she wore on her wrist, and said: "You are tired from the journey, Xiaojun. Please go inside and drink some water. I estimate that my godfather and Mr. Nong will have another half hour."

I'll be back soon."

"Okay, then I'll listen to my god sister." Wu Jun had no intention of going to the farm, so he walked towards the house with his legs up.

As soon as he entered the room, the heat hit his face. Wu Jun took off his coat, hung it up, walked to the sofa and sat down.

Feng Yuanyuan followed Wu Jun through the door, bent down and turned on the tea machine to boil water.

"The tea is all in the drawer. You can drink whatever you want." Feng Yuanyuan straightened up, pointed to the door of the kitchen and said, "I'm going to cook first. There are two more dishes that will take a little longer."

Wu Jun nodded and said in a sincere tone: "It's all thanks to my god sister during the time when my mother is away."

"No, I just occasionally cook a few dishes for my godfather, it's just a little effort." Feng Yuanyuan smiled, waved to Wu Jun, and turned around to enter the kitchen.

Waiting for the water to boil, Wu Jun took out a square red box without any markings from under the coffee table.

Opening the lid of the red box, the aroma of tea fills your nose.

Although I don’t know what kind of tea this is, it is definitely not the crude tea sold in the village tuck shop for a few yuan a pound.

Use your thumb and index finger to pinch out a small amount and put it into the cup.

When the tea leaves encounter hot water, they quickly absorb the water and begin to stretch, changing from a small piece to a large piece.

The increasingly strong aroma of tea filled the entire living room. Although Wu Jun was not proficient in tea ceremony, he knew that this tea was definitely a rare and good tea.

It’s so relaxing to make a cup of good tea in winter.

Wu Jun sipped tea and placed his mobile phone on the coffee table in front of him to browse some consulting news.

At about 11 o'clock at noon, Wu Guangqiang and the old farmer came back talking and laughing.
To be continued...