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The way Grandma Yao whispered was obviously imitating Zhou Zhi, quite like an old naughty child.

But the people on the side did not listen carefully to the conversation between Zhou Zhi and Grandma Yao.

"I know, but we are all fellow villagers." Zhou Zhi scratched his head in embarrassment.

"It's not good to pay too much attention to these things. It's not good if you don't tell others that they don't know. If you have something to say directly, everyone will be reasonable. If you meet someone who is unreasonable, scold him." Grandma Yao said in a fierce tone.

"Yes, yes, it's all up to you." Zhou Zhi smiled and nodded.

Only then did Zhou Zhi remember that in addition to Grandma Yao's reputation as a witch doctor, she was also famous for her unforgiving sharp mouth.

In fact, Zhou Zhi and Grandma Yao are quite familiar with each other. They have met several times in the past six months since they came back. Grandma Yao likes to walk around. When the Shanye Hotel was under construction, Grandma Yao visited several times.

That’s why I said so many words during this meeting.

"Show off like your boss." Grandma Yao patted the back of Zhou Zhi's hand again and then said nothing more.

In addition, the villagers also felt that they had been a little too private just now, and felt a little embarrassed, so they did not come over to talk to Zhou Zhi again.

After a while, a white minivan drove over. When the visitor saw Zhou Zhi, he stuck his head out and said hello: "Boss Zhou."

"Master Xiao Liu." Zhou Zhi nodded in response.

"Hey, what a coincidence." Master Xiao Liu got out of the car with a smile and opened the door himself.

Grandma Yao on the side laughed and scolded: "I have never seen your boy so diligent."

"Isn't that Boss Zhou is here?" Master Xiao Liu also said frankly and directly.

Zhou Zhi, who was on the side, smiled and said nothing, and then helped Grandma Yao get into the car. Because the village vans were all driven in the village, the seats inside had been modified, and they could usually seat more than a dozen people. Of course, they were overloaded. .

But when Zhou Zhi was there, he did follow the regulations. For example, as soon as he got on the bus for six people, Master Xiao Liu stopped and said: "Okay, okay, it's full. The rest will wait for the next train."

"Nonsense, you can still seat one person here." Someone complained dissatisfied.

"This seat is full, but we can't carry people. We can only carry seven people in total." Master Xiao Liu said seriously.

"Usually it's so crowded that eight people can fit into it," said a woman from a neighboring village.

"I rarely overload, and I usually follow the rules." Master Xiao Liu said seriously, and turned to look at Zhou Zhi.

Master Xiao Liu looked at Zhou Zhi because Zhou Zhi had specifically told the village chief about overloading. This overloading could easily lead to accidents even on village roads.

The old village chief was a responsible person. After hearing Zhou Zhi's opinion, he immediately led the people from ten miles and eight villages to tell them about the danger of overloading, and then the rectification came.

Although Master Xiao Liu was a little dissatisfied at first, he later figured out that if it weren't for the flow of people brought by Zhou Zhi, they would have no chance of overloading, let alone overloading. In the past, even gas costs were quite high, but now they can survive on this Make ends meet.

Therefore, Master Xiao Liu understands this truth very well, so he is both grateful to Zhou Zhi and a little afraid of what Zhou Zhi will say about him.

"Then your car can seat seven people. Now it's only six people. Let's get one more person in." The woman continued.

"You mean I'm not a human being? You don't count me?" Master Xiao Liu said angrily.

"Hahaha, yes, you kid is not a human being." The people next to him burst into laughter and made a joke.

With this episode, Master Xiao Liu left very smoothly. In fact, everyone did not force Master Xiao Liu to overload, but wanted to go back as soon as possible.

The harm of overloading is still great. Everyone knows that it is for themselves and not for others, and most people understand it.

Therefore, the traffic conditions around Honghu Village are also very good.

The car started and started driving towards the village.

On the other side, today is market day, but there are some people who don't go to the market and are just tending the crops at home.

For example, Zhang Wenbin from Hongyan Village, which is just a field away from Honghu Village, is tending vegetables in his own plot.

His house is on the same line as the well-known Mountain Hotel, but the terrain of his house is higher. Standing in the private plot, you can clearly see the white walls of the Mountain Hotel, which is two to three hundred meters away in a straight line.

Now Zhang Wenbin was looking at the mountain hotel in a daze, the shovel in his hand not moving.

Zhang Wenbin's name is elegant, but in fact he has never read a book and is very old. He was born in 1958 and is already 62 years old this year.

However, although he has been doing farm work all year round, he looks dark, but he is strong and strong, but he is not tall and his back is slightly stooped.

Zhang Wenbin's face now showed a little bit of thinking, hesitation, and a sigh.

"You damn old man, you sigh all the time. If you want to ask about something, you can ask me. Boss Xiao Zhou will eat you." Just when Zhang Wenbin sighed, people came out of the room. The figure of a little old lady.

The little old lady is Zhang Wenbin's wife, named Li Chunhua. She wears common floral clothes, large floral pants, and a pair of sneakers. She speaks very quickly and neatly, following Zhang Wenbin's words.

"What do you know? They run a hotel, the kind in the city. Our hotel is outdated. If we ask, we won't cause trouble for them." Zhang Wenbin shook his head.

"Why do people from the city only have accommodation but not food? I heard that there is a banquet hall there, and they are recruiting people to play the piano and so on. Ours is also a performance, and it is not shameful. There is nothing to say." The little old lady Li Chunhua said angrily.

Before Zhang Wenbin could speak again, Li Chunhua continued: "Besides, we used to perform in restaurants where we drank tea, so what's the difference?"

"What do you know? We are not as good as the high-end people in the city. Who is watching shadow puppet shows now?" Zhang Wenbin said with some anger and helplessness.

Yes, Zhang Wenbin is a shadow puppet artist. He was sent to learn the art by his family when he was very young. At that time, such artists could support themselves. At that time, learning art was hard and profitable.

After completing his studies, Zhang Wenbin started performing at the age of eighteen and continued performing until he was forty and had to stop when his two sons grew up.

In the past, performances could be performed in Zhaoqiao Town, and if anyone watched, they would give a reward. But most of the time, Zhang Wenbin performed in Shouxian County.

As the times progress, craftsmen like him can no longer find a stage to perform and have no way to eat. Without other skills, he can only return to farming.

But now seeing Zhou Zhi opening a hotel in the village, and hearing that there is a huge banquet hall where you can eat and watch performances, and he is still recruiting people to perform, Zhang Wenbin's heart started to move again.

But he felt that he was old and eliminated, so he didn't dare to go. After all, he had been eliminated once, but he was really reluctant to give up so he didn't lose his skills.

In fact, he is not seeking wealth now. He will be able to make a living by farming as long as he is old, but he cannot give up the skills he has practiced since elementary school.

"Who says you won't look at it? What if you just like to look at something strange?" The little old lady was very transparent and said directly.

Zhang Wenbin thought seriously after hearing this: "Yes, what if everyone finds it strange and wants to take a look?"

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