Chapter 110: The road is difficult

When the jeep turned around, the fat man found that there was a sedan behind the jeep, waving up and down, just like dancing on the road.

This road can only lead to Kaoshantun, and a car is coming to Kaoshantun. That is the first time the big girl is sitting in a sedan chair. The fat man vaguely felt that it was probably Masashi Sakurada.

"Let's go, let's go." A man jumped out of the jeep. It was the young man Huang from the commune cultural station. When he found the fat man jumped out of the carriage, he immediately looked up: "Brother Fat, there are foreign guests coming to see you!"

"Is it Sakurada Masashita?" The fat man felt even more astonished.

"Yes, that translator said he was called Miss Sakurada." The young man Huang nodded repeatedly. He was wearing a straight Zhongshan suit, exuding a sense of spirit.

At this time, the car behind also stopped and a middle-aged man walked out of it. He was actually wearing a suit. Nowadays, he was almost as rare as he ran naked after thirty years.

Holding the eyes on the bridge of his nose, the man walked over, looked at the road, then looked at the carriage, frowned slightly, and mumbled in his mouth, not knowing what he said.

Seeing that this person was not tall, his hair was meticulously combed, and his top was glossy, he basically determined that his identity was - the translator, and it should have been brought by Sakurada from Japan.

Everyone in the two cars walked down. When the fat man saw that Secretary Ma Zhanshan had come too, he hurried forward and shook hands: "Secretary Ma, you are here again."

"Huang Liang, a Japanese foreign guest came from the provincial capital. He asked him to go to Kaoshantun to see you and receive you well. Don't lose the face of us Chinese." Ma Zhanshan said to the fat man in a low voice.

The fat man nodded with a wry smile: "Secretary Ma, you see this road is a bit embarrassing. If you go by the right person, you won't drive if you go wrong."

"Don't mess with these useless things first. Just ask the car to go there first." Secretary Ma looked at the carriage, then walked towards the carriage owner.

The fat man laughed in his heart: It would be great if he could use this to build the road.

"Mr. Huang, we're meeting again." A sweet voice came over, breaking the fat man's thoughts. Sakurada Masashi was wearing a kimono and was bowing to him.

The fat man laughed: "Ms. Sakurada is really trustworthy. We Chinese often say that it is a great pleasure to have friends coming from afar. Huang Liang welcomes your arrival on behalf of our villagers." Since he is receiving foreign guests, the fat man naturally gave some words.

"Mr. Huang, your hometown is really hard to find." Sakurada Masashika's eyes were full of smiles.

The fat man was about to speak when he saw the man in a suit coming over and said in English: "Miss, I think it's better to go back. Such barren mountains and rivers are not suitable for people like Miss."

"What do you call this gentleman?" The fat man secretly hated in his heart: a toad goes on the road and installs imported little jeep - what, it's really imported.

"Ikao Tanaka." The man replied disdainfully.

"Mr. Tanaka's surname is very good. I believe that our ancestors also farmed. Now you live in a big city, you forget your ancestors' lives. In our Chinese dialect, you just forget your original nature!" The fat man certainly would not be polite to such a guy. Although China-Japan friendship became the mainstream in the 1970s and 1980s, fat man would never humble and please foreigners.

The suit, Kazuo Tanaka, was stunned, and the arrogance on his face immediately restrained a little. At this time, Sakurada Masashimi's soft voice floated over: "Mr. Tanaka, it is precisely such a quiet and remote place that there are real wild vegetables, right?"

"Hi--" Tanaka Kazuo bowed and said no more, but from his expression, he still showed disdain from the bottom of his heart.

The fat man scratched the back of his head and thought to himself: You kid are looking for trouble. He was so arrogant. Your grandfather was beaten back then, don’t you know what happened?

Two people came over from behind, one was Secretary Liu from the Provincial Foreign Trade Bureau, and the other was a accompanying staff sent by the county. He was gentle and gentle. It is said that he was Mr. Ouyang from the county's high school and knew Japanese.

After shook hands with them one by one, the fat man turned around and saw that the owner of the carriage and Secretary Ma had already removed the horse pulling the carriage, and then was turning the carriage with Captain Li.

The carriage is made of solid wood, with unclear weight, and it is not moving back and forth, but is spinning in circles. It is not easy. The three of them grinned, and the carriage was squeaking and twisting, but they just didn't move.

The fat man hurried forward, put his hands on the shaft of the carriage, and then the carriage was turned by 180 degrees.

The owner of the carriage put the horse back on, then picked up the whip and went home. The fat man waved to the person behind and said, "Everyone get in the car." After that, he pulled Captain Li to jump into the carriage and drove in front.

The jeep and the sedan were pounding the accelerator in the back, but they could only hold it in the back and move forward quickly.

The fat man sat in the carriage, trembling, thinking in his heart: "The reception level is high enough. He is a motorcycle or a car leading the way. Our carriage leading the way is really rural.

After walking for five or six miles, a spacious area appeared in front of me. The car owner pulled the carriage aside and the two small cars passed slowly.

Young man Huang was more conscious and jumped out of the jeep: "Brother Fat, you get in the car and go back to the village first, I'll take the carriage."

The fat man glanced at Captain Li: "Call the captain, he is the representative of Kaoshantun."

"Not good? The foreign guests came for Fat Brother." The young man Huang looked embarrassed.

Captain Li pushed the fat man: "Don't be able to eat the banquet."

The fat man smiled: "I mainly think that the cart is too bumpy, so it's better to be a carriage and be cool."

"You little brat, go quickly. Your butt is so fat, what are you afraid of? Do you know how many people in our village have made small cars?" Captain Li didn't know that although the fat man was not satisfied in his original life, he had the most car he had taken was better than this one.

The fat man had to get off the car and got on the jeep. Good guy, he occupied almost two people alone, squeezing Ma Zhanshan close to the car door.

As the fat man said, the inside of the jeep is not as comfortable as outside. The space is small and the road is rugged, and it bumps up and down with the pits on the ground.

Even people with large tonnages like fat people are often pushed away from the seat and their heads are inevitably intimately in contact with the body of the car.

"This is not a car ride, it's just a disaster. Secretary Ma, this road can be built. It is said that it was done during the Great Leap Forward in 1958." The fat man really didn't take the opportunity to blackmail, he said it was indeed the actual situation.

"I heard that foreign guests came to you to cooperate. If this matter is settled and exported to earn foreign exchange, the countryside will definitely build roads for you." Ma Zhanshan still has this vision, knowing that making money from foreigners is a good thing.

"Just breaking the road, the foreign guests will be scared away even if they come." The fat man yelled twice and went around with him.

Ma Zhanshan waved his hand, then his body suddenly jumped up. He quickly shrank his neck, and his head did not hit the beam above. It seemed that he had rich experience in riding the car: "Don't talk about the road for now. Tell me what the Japanese are going to cooperate with you. The organization must strictly review this aspect."

Of course, the fat man knew that under the circumstances at that time, he would be suspected of counter-revolutionary when he came into contact with foreigners. Although the Cultural Revolution had passed, this idea was still deeply rooted in people's minds.

"It's just wild vegetables. We sell them and they buy them. They don't sell out national interests and national dignity." The fat man also answered seriously. He knew that this matter was vague.

"Wild vegetables in the mountains? That's fine. I didn't expect that the Japanese would be proud of this thing." Ma Zhanshan leaned his back on the car mat, and a stone in his heart finally landed on the ground.

Just yesterday, he suddenly received an instruction from his superior that there were foreign guests coming. This issue was very sensitive and involved international influence, so Lao Ma didn't fall asleep for a long time.

However, I couldn't get into this car and I couldn't wait to rest. The body of the car suddenly twisted back and forth, just like a thrust. Ma Zhanshan suddenly hit the fat man and was bounced back.

"This is a broken road." He couldn't help but mutter.

After a difficult journey, the car finally drove into Kaoshantun. He jumped off the jeep, and even the fat man felt soreness in his back and cramps in his thighs.

"It's hard to walk." The teacher Ouyang sighed with a literary touch.

"It's harder to go up to the sky. You just take a plane to go up. This place almost tortures people to death." Tanaka Kazuo said angrily. This guy speaks well in Chinese, and doesn't say anything like "Bagyalu" or "the conscience of the highway is so bad" as shown in the classic videos.

The fat man was annoyed when he heard this: Bagyalu, I have to ask Xiao Qiqi's flying brigade to bomb you kid later.

Sakurada Masashiki had already got off the car and looked at the small mountain village with great interest: the low thatched houses were located among the green trees, looming, and a group of little hens, led by a big rooster, were scattered at the base of the stick; and a group of ducks crossed the road in front of the car. They abide by traffic rules, lined up in neat rows, swaying and walking past everyone.

Green vegetables grow in the garden, and butterflies fly from one house to another from time to time, and their beautiful wings are fascinating.

"Wow, this place is so beautiful. It is difficult to find such a quiet place in our country." Sakurada Masashita couldn't help but cheer.

The fat man did not make a fuss. Such praise was actually an insult from another perspective, although Sakurada did not intentionally.

Remote and quiet are not wrong, but backwardness should not be. The fat man has been here for more than half a year and has regarded this place as his real hometown, so I feel a little uncomfortable when I hear Sakurada say this.

"Miss, don't you think this place is too poor? I'm afraid that no one here can eat?" Tanaka Kazuo looked down on this poor valley. In his opinion, it was similar to the place where the primitive people lived.

Because he spoke in Japanese this time, the fat man couldn't understand, so he hurriedly asked Teacher Ouyang beside him.

Ouyang coughed lightly: "What he meant is that the people here have not solved the problem of food and clothing."

The fat man was furious: "You are so full when you eat later."

Just when the king and domineering spirit was so strong that someone suddenly felt that his waist was stabbed: "Fatty, let's go to your house to receive it."

When he turned his head and saw that it was Captain Li, the fat man nodded. No matter what he said, he had to take the lead in this matter, so he turned to Masashiki Sakurada: "Miss Sakurada, let's go to the humble house to rest first."

Since he communicated with foreign guests, the fat man's conversation became more elegant. At least he had received higher education, so people could not think that Chinese people were all rustic. However, the fat man's words were not self-righteous. The house he lived in was really a "humble house".

"Car, come and see the turtle shell!" Just then after school, Erfeizi shouted, and immediately a large group of wild boys surrounded him. They had just seen this thing on the painting, and today they finally saw it real, and the excitement was like a wild horse that had been rid of its reins.

"Go and go, there are Japanese foreign guests coming, don't run away and look embarrassed." Captain Li shouted at these boys.

Who knew that the yelling was even more happy: "The Japanese are here, let's see if they all keep Rendanhu and hold the sword." The understanding of the Japanese comes from several movies such as tunnel battle mine warfare. In their impression, the Japanese should be that image.

"Little Japanese, it's actually here-" Hearing a long scolding, then Master Li Wu rushed over with a big guillotine in his hand, blowing his beard and staring at him.
Chapter completed!