The Prodigal Son: I Can Foresee the Future

The road was full of people, and the people were busy.

Under the leadership of the poverty alleviation team, everyone began to move towards the indigenous village.

Everyone carried a big backpack.

Lin Ming didn't know what others were carrying, but he was carrying several power banks, band-aids, several boxes of compressed biscuits, chocolate pies, several stacks of red banknotes, and some other daily necessities.

There was no signal in the mountains, not even electricity, so he had to prepare in advance.

The big backpack was stuffed full.

The mountain road was very difficult to walk on, or it could be said that it was not a "road" at all, but just a way for people in the mountains to walk out.

In some places, you have to climb stones, and in some places, you have to walk on the mud.

After only two hours, everyone was already panting and exhausted.

Many people's clothes have been torn by branches and thorny vegetation.

Including Zhao Yijin's down jacket.

Although the weather is cold, sweat beads are oozing from everyone's brows.

At this time, a huge gully appeared in front of them.

It crosses the valley, and it must be at least several hundred meters wide and long.

There are dense jungles on both sides of the gully.

Fortunately, it is winter, and the leaves have fallen, so the scenery ahead can be seen clearly.

If it is summer, and it is the first time to come here, the dense vegetation will block the vision, and there is a great possibility that you will fall down because you can't see clearly.

In such a deep place, falling down will definitely kill you.

"This gully is called the 'Death Valley' by local villagers."

The staff of the poverty alleviation team shouted loudly: "Does it sound very mysterious? In fact, more than 10 people fall from here and die every year. Just last month, two ten-year-old children fell into the Death Valley and their whereabouts are still unknown."

The brief introduction made everyone feel extremely heavy.

Tumin Village belongs to Hanshan Town. There is only one primary school in the whole town, but no middle school.

Because for the people here, when they are old enough to go to junior high school, they can already help their families.

They have no money, nor the time and energy to continue to go to school.

And the teachers in the school are basically from other provinces and cities who come to teach.

If students from Tumin Village and surrounding villages want to go to school, they must cross mountains and ridges and experience at least three or four hours of journey to reach school.

It takes seven or eight hours to go back and forth, and they must leave early and return late.

It is precisely because of this that children often accidentally fall into the Death Valley in the middle of the night.

Lin Ming and others also need to travel for 6 hours because of the existence of the Death Valley.

Otherwise, the time can be reduced by at least half.

"Snake!"

Suddenly someone shouted.

I saw a snake that was two fingers thick and more than one meter long, coiled under a tree.

Zhao Yijin's body was stiff, and he did not put down his raised right foot.

She was only one step away from the snake!

Lin Ming subconsciously rushed forward and pulled Zhao Yijin back.

Zhao Yijin looked pale, but still tried to stay calm and did not show panic.

"If you don't touch it, it won't bite you. Just walk around it." Lin Ming said.

Zhao Yijin nodded slightly.

It can be seen that she was actually very nervous.

...

The process of going to the Tumin Village was difficult.

We encountered things like snakes several times.

4 o'clock in the afternoon.

Everyone finally arrived at the Tumin Village.

When they heard the staff say that they had arrived, they were delighted.

However.

When they saw that it was all made of loess, and the roof was just covered with a lot of weeds and yellow mud. The joyful mood suddenly became heavy.

Is this the Tumin Village?

Is this where the villagers live?

This...

How do they live?

"It's too hard."

Zhao Yijin said this.

Everyone came down from the rugged mountain road and walked into the Tumin Village.

I saw villagers in tattered clothes busy with their own affairs.

There were several large haystacks in front of every household, which was the "fuel" they used to keep warm in winter.

In comparison, the clothes worn by Lin Ming and others were really gorgeous.

So after entering, they immediately attracted a lot of attention.

They were also Chinese citizens.

The road at the entrance of the village was like a different time and space, separating Lin Ming and the villagers of Tumin Village into two worlds.

At this time, an old man in his seventies, accompanied by several middle-aged people, came from a distance.

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The old man is called ‘Fu Qingyuan’, the current leader of Tumin Village.

Zhou Mingli should have contacted this place before coming to Yizhou Province, so Fu Qingyuan knew the purpose of Zhou Mingli and others.

“Who is Zhou Shi?”

Fu Qingyuan looked excited and spoke very unstandard Mandarin.

“Uncle Fu, I am.” Zhou Mingli stretched out his hands to Fu Qingyuan.

“Okay, okay…” Fu Qingyuan grabbed Zhou Mingli’s hand.

Perhaps it is because he has been in the mountains for many years and isolated from the world.

He does not have such a thorough understanding of rights.

However, it can be seen that these simple and kind people in hardship are very welcome to everyone’s arrival.

“Come on, come on, follow me.”

Fu Qingyuan waved to everyone.

Zhou Mingli pondered for a moment and said, “You can find a place to rest first. The conditions in Tumin Village are average, and the village committee compound can’t accommodate so many of us.”

Of course everyone can understand.

I saw it when I was in the mountain.

There is no village committee compound to speak of. It is clearly just a slightly larger mud house.

Zhou Mingli and others followed Fu Qingyuan and left.

Lin Ming and others wandered around here aimlessly.

The Tumin Village is actually not small. It is said that there are more than 400 households and a total population of more than 2,000.

There is no family planning here.

The whole village is located in the middle of the valley, surrounded by mountains.

Once it rains heavily, it is easy to cause mudslides or water accumulation.

Maybe God really doesn't favor this place.

Among the many provinces in China, Yizhou Province is one of the provinces with the highest rainfall.

The ground is bumpy, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and occasionally you can see small animals such as hares.

"Can I call you uncle?"

At this time, a childish voice suddenly came from behind Lin Ming.

He turned around and saw a child standing here at some point.

The temperature in Yizhou Province is lower than that in Donglin Province, but the clothes the child is wearing are very thin.

There is a little dirt on his face, and his bright big eyes look at Lin Ming, his two little hands are tightly clenched, and he seems to be full of tension.

"Of course."

Lin Ming squatted down and smiled.

"Uncle, you are so beautiful." The little boy said happily.

"Thank you, you are also very beautiful."

Lin Ming felt a little sour in his nose.

But he still resisted.

"What's your name?" Lin Ming asked.

He held the other's black little hand.

Only about ten years old, the other's little hand was covered with scars, which made Lin Ming feel very rough.

The little boy obviously didn't know what Lin Ming was thinking.

He just felt that the handsome uncle in front of him was very friendly, which made him less nervous.

"My name is Fu Xing, Xing of Xingxing!"