Endless Gods and Heroes

After being told by her boss that 500 RMB would be deducted from her salary this month, tea artist He Xiaohong finally set foot on her way home.

The travel expenses that Wang Tieniu advanced to her were only 3,000 after she paid 2,000 in rent first. Looking at the more than 500 air tickets and the 220 green train tickets, He Xiaohong gritted her teeth and bought a hard seat to ride all the way. This round trip can save nearly 700 yuan.

After a 37-hour long journey, the exhausted He Xiaohong took another five-hour bus ride, and another one-hour bus ride, and finally returned to her hometown, a small town under Lianshi Town, Tanmei County. Within the village.

"Oh, why did your baby come back suddenly?" Her mother asked in surprise, looking at He Xiaohong, who was looking weathered and tired, and she was sitting in the lobby of the bungalow watching an old TV.

"Who's back?" The curtain was lifted, and a dark, thin middle-aged man walked out of the back room and looked at He Xiaohong in surprise, "Daughter, which one of you is back?"

"Come back to see you." He Xiaohong weakly took off the large backpack on her back, and then put the large plastic bag in her hand on the ground.

"Sister? Are you back?" A teenage boy in school uniform also ran out, and then looked at He Xiaohong's plastic bag and backpack with bright eyes, "Have you brought back anything delicious and fun?"

"There's nothing valuable, just some snacks and I bought you a pair of clothes." He Xiaohong rubbed her sore shoulders and opened the big chandelier. "I'm starving to death. Do you have anything to eat?"

"Yes, I'll heat it up for you." Her mother quickly stood up and walked to the kitchen.

Fifteen minutes later, He Xiaohong's brother and mother were sitting on a long bench at a dilapidated square table, just looking at He Xiaohong who was devouring the food.

Stir-fried pork with more chilies but less meat, a stir-fried shredded radish, some dry green vegetables without much oil, and a large bowl of rice. This is the hot rice that He Xiaohong eats, which happens to be the leftovers that were not finished at home at night. , hot and hot just in time to eat.

"Can't you survive in the devil's capital?" Sitting on an old chair in the distance, He Xiaohong's father said with a hint of schadenfreude, and lit a thick cigarette. He knew at a glance that he had rolled it himself. Poor cigarettes.

"No, I came back to inquire about something." He Xiaohong took out a napkin from her pocket, unzipped her coat, took out a small stack of rolled money from the inner pocket and handed it to her mother. "This is The money I have saved in the past few months can be used to provide subsidies to support my family~" "

Mother He, who was about to do needlework, carefully took the stack of money, counted it carefully three times, and confirmed that it was 5,000 yuan.

You must know that in this remote mountain village with a per capita income of less than 10,000 yuan, this 5,000 yuan is really not a small amount of money. At least He Xiaohong's parents had to save very hard for several months to save it.

"Inquiring about something? What do you want to ask about?" He's father asked happily, exhaling a puff of orange smoke.

"Is the female master named Zhao Zhao or something like that in the next village still there?" He Xiaohong looked at her father nervously, feeling that she was not so nervous when she made the decision to work in the magic city.

"Zhao--what's Zhao? Zhao Huiyin! Here, why are you asking about this?" Father He looked at his daughter in surprise.

"It's good to be here...it's good to be here." A big stone in He Xiaohong's heart finally fell to the ground.

"You have something to do with her? Her family has been having a hard time recently." He's father said in a gloating tone, "She probably can't stay any longer.

"Ah?" He Xiaohong looked at her father in surprise, "Did you hear it wrong? When she came back a few years ago, people from all over the country came to watch. She also vowed to lead every household in the village. Escape poverty and become rich?”

"This girl, if you want to talk about her appearance, I am convinced. She is really more beautiful than the stars on TV." He's father smacked his lips and said in surprise, which made He's mother roll her eyes. But if you want to talk about the ability to make money, it's far from it. Hehe, in the past few years, not only have she not led the villagers to make money, but many people who believed in her have planted tea trees on their land. There is no income.”

"Isn't she a graduate student from the Anxi Tea College of Hu Jian Agriculture and Forestry University? How could she be so bad at craftsmanship?" He Xiaohong looked at Father He dumbfounded, "The water and soil in the next village are so bad?"

"That's not the case." Father He said slowly, "Her tea-growing skills are excellent, and her tea-making skills are also good, but she can't sell them. She originally inspected here for a while and then changed her mind. Jian introduced the variety called 'Golden Guanyin', but this tea can only be made into black tea, but the most famous brand here, 'Zunyihong', does not use this Golden Guanyin as raw material."

"It is common for villagers to sometimes take a cart to go shopping for a day without being able to sell it, and then throw away the tea. The transportation costs back and forth are also lost. This has been like this for several years, and now it is gone. People believe her." Father He couldn't help laughing when he said this.

He Xiaohong looked at her father speechlessly and couldn't think of anything to be happy about hearing other people gambling.

"I'll go find her tomorrow." He Xiaohong said lightly, picking up her backpack from the ground, "Is my room still there?"

"Yes, why aren't you here? Will your room be reserved for you?" Mother He put down her sewing and stood up and said, "I'll boil some water for you to soak your feet."

After washing and lying on her familiar bed, He Xiaohong silently thought about what to say to Zhao Huiyin when she saw her tomorrow, and then fell asleep tiredly.

"Hey, I can't tell you're quite anxious." He Xiaohong got up early because she was worried about something, and He's mother, who was making peas and glutinous rice, couldn't help teasing her when she saw her getting up.

Isn't it a bit far from the next village? Go early and come back early. "He Xiaohong smiled awkwardly. She used to be quite lazy, and she never got up early.

"What on earth are you looking for her for?" He's mother couldn't help but ask as she opened the lid of the cauldron. The familiar aroma came to her face. He Xiaohong couldn't help but close her eyes and take a sip intoxicatedly.

"Persuade her to go to the Magic City together." He Xiaohong smiled and watched her mother place a large bowl in front of her, add a spoonful of glutinous rice, pour the stewed peas and beans soup on the glutinous rice, and then pour it on A little pork rib soup, sprinkled with chopped green onion, minced ginger, and oily chili pepper, and the tangy aroma suddenly spread.

"If you had just come here, you would definitely be in trouble, but it's hard to say now." Mother He's spoon turned over and over again in a bowl, and finally she took a large spoonful of meat that was three parts lean and one part fat. Ding went into He Xiaohong's bowl. "If her family were not from the village, people's safety would probably be in danger. But now her family can't hold their heads up in the village. After all, everyone in the village believed in you and followed you. Not only did you not bring any As everyone gets richer, they are getting poorer. How does this make sense?"

"It's not that easy to make money nowadays." He Xiaohong commented casually (Zhao Nuohao), quickly mixed the ingredients in the large bowl evenly, and started eating happily.

Riding a dilapidated bicycle on the roads connecting every village, it took He Xiaohong a full 40 minutes to reach his destination.

"Uncle, have you seen the Tea Fairy?" He Xiaohong asked a middle-aged man squatting at the end of the village who seemed to be doing nothing in the local dialect.

He looked at He Xiaohong up and down, perhaps because she also called Zhao Huiyin the Tea Fairy, which made him unhappy. The man in the middle shook his head angrily and let out a disdainful snort from his nostrils.

He Xiaohong stuck out her tongue and rode slowly toward the village. It seemed that the villagers had greater opinions on Zhao Huiyin than they had heard.

After riding around the village for a long time and getting countless looks, He Xiaohong always found out that Zhao Huiyin was in the tea garden and couldn't help but turn the car around and drive there.

In the distance, a graceful figure suddenly appeared in this green tea garden. With his back to He Xiaohong, it was Zhao Huiyin.

He Xiaohong suddenly became excited and felt more powerful on the bicycle. .