Firecrackers began to sound sparsely in the village, and occasionally there was an earth-shattering kick.

At this time, who could buy a pack of flash thunder? With the sound of "pop - pop", a white light jumped into the air, and then exploded in the sky. This was already the most luxurious fireworks of the Shangxi Brigade.

In the years when there was no TV, Internet or even electricity, children spent the Spring Festival the happiest time.

Gouwa was holding an angry wind lantern that he made out of glass cans, and he was running around the streets with other friends who were carrying the same lanterns. Occasionally, he would throw something that was burning, and everyone would hide and hide together.

Covering his ears with his hands, he waited until the expected explosion passed before cheering and rushing to the next place.

After bidding farewell to Grandma Chen, He Xiaoman slowly returned to Dakengdi.

It’s another year!

Different from the bustle and bustle of later generations, today's small villages look poor and gloomy, but the one or two firecrackers that occasionally go off are just like the fire of hope that will never be extinguished in people's hearts. We are very poor now, but together we are united and we will be in the near future.

In the future, the prosperous and prosperous times that our ancestors longed for will appear one by one, bloom quietly, and amaze the world.

He Xiaoman just came here for a mission. She had to satisfy the host's wishes in the shortest possible time and then leave.

She knew that this was not her original world, but He Xiaoman was willing to put in some extra hard work during the mission, which could slightly promote the process of the suffering and scarred Eastern dragon taking off.

She knew that she couldn't do anything too shocking, because the host was just an ordinary person, and she would come back to live the life she wanted in the future.

Without explicit authorization, He Xiaoman has no right to overstep his authority and decide the direction of the host's life.

She can only pick up the usable knowledge about future generations that she knows little about and spread it. There will always be those capable people among the people who can draw inferences from one instance and draw parallels from others. The subsequent development will be carried out by these people, and she

What we can do is to try our best to protect these initiatives that can benefit the people while they are still in their infancy so that they can survive and be promoted smoothly.

Dakengdi soon arrived, covering an area of ​​less than ten acres. Although most of the reeds and cattails had been cut, there were still a lot left that obscured the area from being clearly visible.

Of course, He Xiaoman could sense those figures lurking in the dark just by the sound of their breathing. In fact, whether they were hiding or not was of no significance to He Xiaoman.

It seems that everything has been arranged secretly.

When she took out the key and was about to open the door, thick smoke suddenly appeared near the vegetable greenhouse, and the large gong with various uses was struck again: "It's on fire, come and put out the fire. The greenhouse is on fire, come and put out the fire!"

After noon, the weather started to get windy as expected by the old branch secretary. The thick smoke carried people's shouts and added a bit of panic for no reason.

Along with the gong, there is also the sound of the whistle being blown. Even though there are sparse sounds of firecrackers from time to time, it still cannot cover up the warning of the gong and the whistle.

People quickly rushed from their homes to the vegetable greenhouse. It was the hope of the whole village, and it was also the light of the whole village. It must not be lost!

After all the attention was drawn here, naturally no one paid attention to the weak and helpless Tao Zhiqing here in Dakeng. He had been coerced and tied up by several people with red tassel guns, watermelon knives and homemade fire guns.

This was no longer a simple matter of tying up, it was almost like wrapping He Xiaoman into a rice dumpling.

When he was thrust straight into a side-saddle three-wheel motorcycle parked in the reeds, Gao Mingrui said in He Xiaoman's ear sullenly: "I heard that you are very strong and can fight well. I want to learn from you today.

How strong are you and how capable you are of fighting?"

"What nonsense are you talking to this little bitch? Brother Rui, get rid of her first when the time comes. If she doesn't behave, beat her until she is willing to obey. Women are all bitches, and there is no one who refuses to be beaten. The nicer you treat her, the happier she will be."

It’s impossible to find the north.”

This man shook his head and spoke in a very familiar voice. He was Comrade Pigtail, the only gangster in the village.

"We must be polite when speaking to our future agricultural technical advisors."

Pigtail put on a show, nodded and hunched over to ride on the driver's seat of the motorcycle, while Gao Mingrui sat directly on the back seat, with the gun in his hand hidden in the sleeve of his military coat, pressing against He Xiaoman's back in the car in front.

They were covered with a cotton coat, blocking the ropes. Gao Mingrui and He Xiaoman looked like a slightly intimate young couple at this moment.

In the presence of a third party (the driver), this action is not too outrageous.

Of course, given that today is New Year's Eve, even if it goes out of style, not many people will be able to witness it.

The complacent Gao Mingrui did not see it. Several figures quickly attacked and silently eliminated the other two people involved in kidnapping He Xiaoman.

At this moment, Gao Mingrui's heart, which had been gloomy for several days, finally felt a little better. Even the howling northwest wind sounded like a surging war song.

The thoughts that had been about to stir up before began to swirl in my heart again. This woman was indeed unruly and scheming. She plotted against him again and again. But compared with that shameless idiot Zhen Lusi, Tao Xiaozhen had no problem with her mind, appearance, or even her charisma.

His unconvincing demeanor was all because he was attracting his attention too much. He even thought that once he had this woman in his hands, he would break her leg bones and humiliate her, but he quickly moved away.

Even in such a howling and biting cold wind, one can still smell a faint fragrance on the woman's body that cannot be ignored.

The fire gun in Gao Mingrui's hand slowly moved on the woman's back, and his voice sounded like a warning and a whisper: "As long as you be good and obedient, we can still have a good talk."

The woman in front who was tied up remained silent.

The motorcycle quickly turned into an alley and stopped in front of a large iron gate painted with vermilion paint.

The county town is only a little less lively than the villages. This family's house is at the end of the alley. The area is dark and deserted, as if no one lives there.

Gao Mingrui took out the key and opened the door, and He Xiaoman was lifted into the yard. The village bully was indeed very powerful, but much weaker than her.

There was a cold and dry smell in the house. It must have been a long time since anyone had lived there, and there was a layer of dust everywhere.

Gao Mingrui didn't notice the disappointment in He Xiaoman's eyes, and thought he could take this opportunity to help Chu Yunhao catch a big fish, but it was a pity.

Because Gao Mingrui ordered Pigtail to clean the house and spread the bedding.

Judging from Comrade Village Bull's scarlet eyes, he seemed to want to sleep with He Xiaoman first and then talk about other things.

Then he will never allow these dirty hands to touch him again, even if it is just the rope on his body.
Chapter completed!