Go north all the way.

The terrain gradually began to wind.

It was already afternoon.

The warm sunlight penetrates the gap between the two hills and projects onto the silver sports car.

Subei Bridge couldn't help but take a nap.

As the name suggests, Jishan District is a relatively large mountainous area, because the locals here believe that there were mountain gods here in the early years and represent auspiciousness.

So it is named Jishan.

The Federation also took a lot of effort to develop this area.

A lot of manpower and material resources have been invested.

He barely made Jishan District quicker.

However, compared with the other four districts, it is still relatively backward, and this district is mainly based on agriculture.

However, when asked about A Xiao on the way, Wang Xiaoniao said that she had no memory and had never heard her father mention it.

Shi Qian thought for a moment, and it seemed that he had nothing to do with Wang Xiaoniao.

Even Wang Genshuo's strange stories, Wang Xiaoniao shook her head in a daze, and his father never said it.

Shi Qian sighed slightly.

It wasn't surprising in my heart, after all, he had never even seen his grandfather.

"Brother Qian, turn right and walk all the way to my village."

Follow the direction Wang Xiaoniao pointed all the way.

Shi Qian drove through the long newly built cement road and came to a village with a blue background and white sign.

Yuxiang Village.

Fortunately, the current federal infrastructure is very good, and the rural areas are built with cement roads connecting each village, unlike the dirt roads that used to be.

So Shi Qian's car drove in without any danger.

Entering the village area, large pieces of cornfield began to appear along the roads on both sides, which were divided into small areas by crisscrossing ridges.

However, it is only close to the area next to the village. In the distance, there are only some pine, cypress and other trees on the mountain.

But Shi Qian noticed that although it is the autumn harvest season, there is no one who can work in the field.

I felt a little strange.

Perhaps it is the towering green stems that flood people with green.

The stems of these corn are very tall and probably 2 meters away. Some of them near the roadside were bent because of some.

Some of the ground with too exaggerated arcs even protruded to the range above the concrete pavement.

It looks inexplicably oppressive.

The silver body is also rubbed several times from time to time.

"Why are all grown in your family corn? Why don't you grow rice?"

Hearing Su Beiqiao’s doubts, Wang Xiaoniao knew that the eldest young master was not clear about these rural affairs, so he explained.

"Brother Beiqiao, my hometown is a mountainous area, with scarce and precious water sources, so I will plant corn that requires relatively little watering, and I can't get enough rice."

It seems that because he returned to his hometown, Wang Xiaoniao even spoke with a hint of accent.

However, Shi Qian noticed that in the large cornfields on both sides, from time to time, there would be several scarecrows tied with black pole diameters, with some red and green rags hanging on their bodies, drifting with the breeze.

Maybe it was because there were no working people in the field, so they seemed a little lonely.

"It's there! That's my home!"

Soon Wang Xiaoniao's eyes lit up and she pointed to the two bungalows in front of her and shouted.

At the door of the bungalow is a woman in her forties.

Wearing a big red dress, sitting on a small stool, still purging corn kernels in my hand. When I saw the car coming, I stood up and looked a little confused.

Shi Qian looked at the woman's appearance and looked a bit similar to Wang Xiaoniao, but compared to Wang Genshuo, Shi Qian still felt that he looked a little more like his grandfather.

"Remember what you said on the road before?"

Shi Qian slowly drove the car to the concrete floor in front of the bungalow door.

Several people have discussed it before on the road.

Wang Xiaoniao told them that although his mother listened to her many things, she was a traditional local here and attached great importance to some taboo customs.

Especially when digging ancestral graves like this, you must never tell your mother.

Subeiqiao is a good explanation. When I was a child, my mother and my father also went to Su's house with me, so Wang Xiaoniao called on the bus and said she would take Subeiqiao to her hometown for two days.

There was also a friend who accompanied him.

Regarding Wang Xiaoniao's mother, Shi Qian probably knew through his introduction that he was a traditional rural woman and talked little, especially after Wang Xiaoniao's father passed away, he became even more taciturn.

Only when Wang Xiaoniao came back did she talk a little more.

"Mom! I'm back."

"Hello aunt!"

"Hello aunt."

After getting off the car, Wang Xiaoniao immediately shouted to her mother, and Su Beiqiao also called Auntie with a smile. Of course, Shi Qian also asked politely.

He felt guilty.

"Ah, Xiao Niao is back! Son... Why are you getting fat again? This is Beiqiao. I haven't seen you for so many years and have grown so tall. Come on, come on, take your friends into the house."

The woman watched the car drive to her door, then got out of the car, and said happily immediately.

Wang Xiaoniao's mother's name is Zhang Cuirong. She met his father through introductions from the same village, because Wang Xiaoniao's father became a guard when he was young.

I have been in the federal troops, so there is little chance to get to know girls of the same age.

After finally coming back for a few years, I naturally embarked on the road of blind dates.

Fortunately, his father and mother met with him as a guide, and Xiao Wang was born a few years later.

After that, Wang Xiaoniao's father was in the army, and everything in the family was supported by this pragmatic woman until Wang Xiaoniao was raised to adulthood.

"Come on, sit down."

Zhang Cuirong took two small stools from under the large wooden table and greeted Shi Qian and Su Beiqiao to sit down.

Wang Xiaoniao naturally found one by herself.

"Auntie, you don't have to be so polite. We will also come and have fun with Xiao Niu."

"Yes, Mom, Brother Beiqiao, and this brother Shi Qian, are all very familiar friends. They are often taken care of by them in the city, so you don't have to be polite to them."

Hearing his son's words, Zhang Cuirong immediately glared at him.

"Can you talk, can you finally come to your house?"

Then he turned around and smiled at Shi Qian and Su Beiqiao, saying, "There is nothing to eat at home. I grow these dried sweet potatoes myself and make them. They are very sweet. You can try them."

Zhang Cuirong picked up a basket from the table, and put some dried irregular dried potatoes in it, and handed them to Su Beiqiao and Shi Qian.

"Brother Qian, Brother Beiqiao, you can try it. My mother made the dried potato delicious."

Wang Xiaoniao took one from it without caring about her image and started eating it on her own, while also calling Shi Qian and Su Beiqiao.

"You kid... Xiaoniao's friend, don't be surprised. Xiaoniao's kid is just like this, carefree, haha."

"It's okay, Auntie, you are so kind. We are all very familiar friends, hehe, I'm used to it."

Seeing this, Su Beiqiao looked happy, smiled and responded, then quickly took a few sweet potato sticks from the basket and started eating.

After leaving the hospital, Qiange did not stop for dinner or anything along the way.

They dare not say or ask.

Wang Xiaoniao and Su Beiqiao were both a little hungry.

The sweetness is savoring in the mouth of Subeiqiao, and Subeiqiao is a little surprised.

Judging from the appearance of this thing, he did not have any expectations, and just regarded it as a temporary filling.

Unexpectedly, it was quite delicious, and he immediately said vaguely.

"Brother Qian, the taste is really good, you can try it too."

Although Shi Qian was not interested in food, he unconsciously took one when he heard Su Beiqiao's words and saw the smile on Wang Xiaoniao's mother's face.

"Thank you aunt."

Seeing that the children started to eat and they loved it, Zhang Cuirong became even happier, and then placed the shoji on the stool beside him and stood up.

"Then your friends are chatting here, and if you are hungry, just eat some mats."
To be continued...