The alien species of the city arrives

Lu Xiaomei and Jiang Xiaohu strolled along the riverside with a breeze blowing on them.

The girl felt full of surprise in her heart.For the first time in my life, the fate is so wonderful.

Jiang Xiaohu didn't go to the market anymore, he talked and laughed with the girl, like a spring breeze and drizzle, moisturizing things silently, dissolving the shadow that the aunt had just brought to the girl.

"Your brother works very well in the store, and your mother's illness can't be cured in a short while. You should relax and study hard." Jiang Xiaohu persuaded.

When talking with Lu Xiaomei, Jiang Xiaohu obviously felt the girl's intelligence and kindness.And learned that she was in the top 20 in high school and junior high school.

It is a pity that such a result has given up the college entrance examination due to economic reasons.

Lu Xiaomei was silent, the breeze was blowing the willow branches, and the low-hanging willow branches gently touched the water.Some wild ducks roamed freely in the water.

She was shocked, feeling that her life was not as free as these wild ducks.

Jiang Xiaohu was taken aback for a moment, feeling that he had failed to speak.Other people's lives are not yet his turn to tell.There is a cancer patient in the Lu family, and only they know how much money and how dangerous the disease is.

"Hey? My landscape map, can you help them?" Jiang Xiaohu's brains flashed.

Instead, he smiled lightly and said to Lu Xiaomei: "Don't worry, there is no road to heaven. I know a very good old Chinese doctor. He may be able to help. But he has been busy lately, so I will Ask him to pass."

"Really?" Lu Xiaomei was overjoyed.

Although her mother had been scammed several times in the family since her illness, and her mother had been consulted by the so-called Chinese medicine doctor and took a few thousand yuan of'special medicine', she still had hope in her heart.

Yang Yang Huaxia, five thousand years of civilization, Chinese medicine runs through the ancient and modern, and I don't know how many patients have been saved.Lu Xiaomei believes that Chinese medicine is not as unbearable as some people think.The important thing is that she believes in Jiang Xiaohu.

Jiang Xiaohu invited her to a simple meal, and the two of them left and went on their own.

Back home, Jiang Xiaohu became busier.While coping with the study and assessment of the driving school, he also has to take care of the contract with Lihua Hotel.On the other side, his farm has gradually gotten on track.

Under the nourishment of the gods and rivers of the mountains and rivers, the chicks become more lively every day.Although the farm equipment is not perfect, Jiang Xiaohu is not in a hurry.He knew that the road had to be taken step by step, and he had to eat one bite at a time.

The days are full and busy, moving forward in an orderly manner, with the sun rising and the moon falling, everything seems to be normal.But there is always a dark tide under the moonlight, and the shadow behind the sun.

That Wang Ziqiang was robbed of the limelight in front of Meng Na by Jiang Xiaohu, and he was already jealous.When Jiang Xiaohu used a trick to remove the chicken, he couldn't stand it anymore, thinking every day, how to give up this bad breath.

"I am in the local agricultural and sideline industry circle, and that is also a well-known figure. How can I let a little crouch to play with me? If it spreads out, do I still want this old face?" Wang Ziqiang often thought in his heart.

Thinking the same way, there is another person-Li Xiaosan.

Although he was stable for a while after being punished by Jiang Xiaohu, the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved and angry.

"How did you make it like this? After working hard in society for a decade or two, he ended up in the hands of a stinky boy? Damn it!" He hammered his head at night and was frustrated after drinking.

But life is still going to pass, these two are both businessmen.Although they are not at the same level, their circles have intersections.

On this day, Wang Ziqiang and Li Xiaosan met at a wine table.

Li Xiaosan was the host, and the host was a local industry leader.

"Wang Ziqiang is amazing!" Another hostess boasted, "He was definitely a self-made man. He was a ruthless character in the team at the beginning~"

Li Xiaosan was smoking a cigarette, listening to them in the smoke.The big brother is late, but he is here.

Everyone got up hurriedly, nodded and shook hands with the boss in turn, the atmosphere on the wine table was also good.Wang Ziqiang didn't have any pretensions, and his business negotiations with one of them went smoothly.

After drinking for three rounds, after talking about business, the topic got to the woman.

Wang Ziqiang said with emotion: "It's nice to be young, like you, with great bodies. If you want several women, you need several women~"

Someone laughed and said, "Mr. Wang, your body is not worse than a twenty-year-old boy. We are taking you as an example, hahaha~"

"Forget it, I'm getting old. No, I was recently taken a solid shot by Hou Lang. Hey, who knows Honghua Town and Jiangbian Village?" Wang Ziqiang said.

The listener hurriedly asked: "What's the matter, Mr. Wang? Honghua Town can't beat you by eight. It's a piece of iron as poor as an iron hit. Jiangbian Village has never heard of it. It is probably a small village. ."

Everyone was talking, only Li Xiaosan was smoking and listening.In fact, when he heard the three characters in Jiangbian Village, a string in his heart was already plucked.

"Is it Jiang Xiaohu?" He secretly said.

Wang Ziqiang didn't go into details either, and he covered the topic at once.Talking about business, policy, and international affairs, men’s wine tables are all these things.

After drinking and eating, everyone left, shaking hands and talking drunkenly at the door of the restaurant.Wang Ziqiang had a driver to pick him up, and everyone respectfully put him in the car. Li Xiaosan found an opportunity to approach the car door and said, "Jiangbian Village, I know someone named Jiang Xiaohu."

Wang Ziqiang raised his brows and looked at him.

This person, Wang Ziqiang, had no impression during the whole process, he was a very ordinary passerby face, and he didn't speak much, and occasionally saying a few words was of little value.

But the name he popped up at this moment left a deep impression on Wang Ziqiang.

"Do you know Jiang Xiaohu? Friends?" Wang Ziqiang said.

Li Xiaosan shook his head, a flash of resentment flashed in his eyes: "This kid is not a thing, I've made him miserable."

He lowered his voice, trying not to let others hear it.

Wang Ziqiang's raised eyebrows slowly fell again, and he smiled: "Would you like to go to the teahouse with me for a cup of tea and sober up?"

"Thank you for not dislike it, that's great. This wine is so spicy that it will burn your heart and lungs." Li Xiaosan was pleasantly surprised, knowing that he was on this big boat.

"Well, see you in Shanli Teahouse in half an hour." After Wang Ziqiang finished, he waved his hand to let the driver drive.

Li Xiaosan drove immediately to the mountain teahouse. Fortunately, the small county town is not big. He didn't meet the traffic police along the way, otherwise he would have drunk and drove properly.

When he came to the private room on the second floor of the tea house and opened the door, Li Xiaosan heard the sound of erhu, and the tea smoke was faint and the aroma was rich.

In the tea smoke, under the window sill, Wang Ziqiang was sitting in a chair with Erlang's legs tilted up and squinting to pull the erhu.He sometimes raised his head, sometimes bowed his head, his expression was drunk.

"President Wang, you are so elegant. Erhu is not worse than the old artist." Li Xiaosan praised.