Xu Hongqi looked outside the village gate and grinned, "It's true, isn't that the car of Secretary Zhuang?"

When everyone heard this, they all ran to the door to see it. Yes, it was Secretary Zhuang's car.

"What a good guy, I'm really involved in Secretary Zhuang!" Liu Changxi raked Ma Xiaole, "I just said, what happened a while ago was nonsense. How could you be demoted to the communication room at the door? "

Ma Xiaole laughed disdainfully, "Collectional Liu, those gossiping people are bored and full of food!"

Everyone agreed with Ma Xiaole's words and nodded repeatedly.

Ma Xiaole blew his cuffs, at least in Xiaonanzhuang Village's village department, and took out cigarettes from his pocket and dispersed them. "Captain Liu, see if he has time tonight, and shouted everyone in the village department, I'll invite you to drink!"

"No, absolutely not!" Liu Changxi looked blameless, "You finally came back and you still have to spend money? Today, our village invites you. You are a capable person from our Xiaonanzhuang Village. The village branch and the village committee should invite you to have a good drink!"

After saying that, he turned around and ordered Xu Hongqi and Gao Desheng to arrange food and drinks, and the meal was held in the village reception room.

Ma Xiaole was not polite, saying it was still early, so he went home to check it out first.

Ma Changgen and Hu Aiying were so happy about Ma Xiaole's arrival, especially when they saw that they were coming in a high-end car, Ma Changgen almost fainted, "Xiaole is no problem, no problem!"

Ma Xiaole went out before he stayed at home for a long time. He thought of going to the orchard to take a look. Since he arrived in the countryside, the houses in the orchard have been cleaned up. Ma Changgen and Hu Aiying have come almost every day, and the chickens, ducks and geese in the yard are still there, and they have also fed a dog, but they are still small and small.

After leaving the house, Ma Xiaole felt that the familiar environment was a little unfamiliar. On the streets and in the alleys, there was a pit in the past, another pile of soil, and other things that could be avoided with closed eyes. Now it can't be done, and I can't find the original feeling.

When he walked to the bridge head in the south of the village, Ma Xiaole squatted on the edge of the bridge, looking at the almost dry water under the bridge, and felt that the bridge was about to die, without any spiritual energy. In the first few years, the water was still flowing under the bridge, especially in such months, the water was even more terrifying.

Some ditches and canals in the south of the bridge have no water, and those with water are also turbid, and they are all covered by half-dead water plants.

"Oh, it has changed, it has changed." Ma Xiaole sighed and walked towards the orchard.
Chapter completed!