Chapter 118

Luo Er looked at the strange village in front of him and was stunned for a moment. Even the little donkey forgot to put it down.

The dirt road originally stepped out by feet has been paved into a gravel road, and a bluestone step has been built next to it.

The houses in the village have also changed from gray wooden houses to small brick buildings. The unified white walls and red roofs are brand-new and beautiful, like small villas.

Originally, the open space in the middle of the village, which was barely counted as the square, was also provided with a small pool, with several small saplings on the side. The surrounding road was also paved with a circle of colorful pebbles, which looked very beautiful.

As for Rolle's own village head's house, an additional floor was built on the original basis, with a small garden and a stone corridor in the back, with a recliner in the middle.

On the whole, the village has become beautiful, and it has not destroyed the unique charm of the quiet and auspicious small mountain village, but also added a simple elegance, which really has the beauty of a paradise.

I haven't been back for more than two months. A quarter hasn't passed. Is this how the village has become?

Rolle was shocked.

Just then, a neighbor who was busy in the field noticed him and quickly said:

"Village head! You're back!"

"Eh? This donkey... Why is it riding you? Does the village head have any special hobbies?"

Rolle deflated his mouth, put the little donkey down, patted it on the head and said:

"Are you hungry? Come on, I'll treat you to a buffet."

After that, he drove the little donkey into the neighbor's field and generously charged:

"Don't be polite to me. Let go."

The neighbor couldn't help regretting his mouth

Looking at the new look of the village, Rolle's anxiety seemed to have been diluted for a while, slowed down and walked in slowly.

Suddenly, more villagers found his return and shouted:

"The village head is back! The village head is back at last!"

"Village head! Look at our new village. Isn't it beautiful?"

"Village head, everyone is doing well without you!"

Several sensible neighbors took out all kinds of fruits and vegetables from home and welcomed them.

But rolle declined their kindness, casually said hello, and then said he would go to the strange villagers first.

After the renovation of the whole village, the area is much larger than the original, and the old wooden houses have basically changed their positions, but the general direction has not changed. Rolle soon found a new home for strange villagers under the leadership of an enthusiastic neighbor.

It is still in the most remote corner of the village. It is only two circles larger, and there are two more buildings on the left and right sides. It looks like a blacksmith's shop and a mason's shop.

This

For the time being, Rolle held down his doubts and planned to solve the more important problems first.

So he knocked on the door politely and broke into the strange villagers' house.

The goods were standing in front of a professional looking workbench, holding a dropper and dripping some unknown purple liquid on a metal sheet.

For Rolle's sudden intrusion, he didn't even turn his head back, still focused on his own business, and didn't even shake his hand, so that the purple liquid slowly spread along the subtle lines on the metal sheet.

The whole piece of metal was soon dyed evil purple, and the material looked changed. It turned out to be a bit like translucent ground glass.

But it was strange that the villagers shook their heads slightly, then swept the discolored and deformed metal pieces into the nearby trash can, and then turned around and looked at rolle with a magic giggle on their face.

"Well... I'm back. A lot of things happened outside before, but I don't think you're interested in listening..."

When rolle was about to pick the key point directly, the other party magically opened his mouth:

"Tell me..."

His voice is very low and magnetic. He has a special smoke voice. He is very suitable to be a narrator in the theater. He doesn't have to show that giggle.

Rolle was also startled and hurriedly said:

"You're not dumb?"

"Say the point..."

Narrator... Oh, no, the villagers urged.

"OK..."

Rolle shrugged.

"Probably... I went outside to see my daughter, beat some demons and persuaded several people."

"The point is, there's something wrong with my left hand. It used to have the function of space storage bag, but later I don't know what happened and swallowed all the metal products in it!"

"Also, my sword is broken, and I need a new one..."

Strange that the villagers didn't speak any more, they came straight over, skillfully removed the prosthetic limb, and then looked at the mark like a fish bone on the back of their hands.

He carefully observed the mark, carefully touched it, considered it for a moment, and then said:

"Open."

Rolle nodded, stretched out his right hand and touched the mark on the back of his hand.

The storage space opened and the tents, blankets, carrots and so on fell out.

Strange, the villagers pulled out the old prosthetic limb that rolle had used before from a box in the corner, connected it for him, and then returned to the workbench to study the changes of the uprising limb and treat rolle as air.

Rolle shook his head reluctantly, bent down to pick up the things falling on the ground, and wrapped the black silk stockings in the blanket for fear of being found. Then he left here and went back to his home.

Just then, the fat man came back with a carriage. As soon as he saw rolle, he came and gave him a warm hug and said happily:

"You're back! How's it going outside?"

"Very good. The outside world is wonderful."

Rolle smiled and then asked:

"But what happened in the village? It turned out to be like this?"

The fat man asked in surprise:

"Eh? Isn't that what you mean?"

Rawl: "

Fat man: "didn't you send two telegrams to the village?"

"Yes, my first letter means to ask about the situation in the village; the second letter means to ask if the tax official has come to trouble?"

Rolle explained his original intention of sending a telegram, and then said:

"The telegram is calculated according to the word. I think we have known each other for so many years. Can even simple words convey the meaning?"

"Are you... Wrong?"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The fat man coughed a few times, turned his head slightly, tried to ease the embarrassment on his face, and then said:

"Well, of course we have no mistake. Of course we understand what you want to say..."

"Then why did the village suddenly become like this? Where did you get the money to buy these materials?"

"You can't have sold your wine?"

Rolle followed and asked, took out a bottle of fruit wine from the fat man's carriage tug, unscrewed the bottle cap and poured a few mouthfuls.

Fat man is the only one who can make wine in the village. His craft is also good. The fruit wine is sour and sweet, fresh and refreshing, and the alcohol content is very low. It is said to be wine, but it is actually more like a beverage.

Rolle likes this.

Kerry also likes it very much. She was greedy when she was a child. If she can practice sword hard, Rolle can reward her with a small half bottle to relieve her greed.

After that, they also tried to sell the wine to the town at the foot of the mountain, but the market was very general. Half of the wine was often returned after pulling a car, which was basically cheap for the villagers.

People are used to it.

"It has to start with a 'Lucana' foundation. Have you heard of them outside?"

The fat man also opened a bottle of fruit wine and asked while drinking.

Rolle nodded.

He saw this foundation in the newspaper. It is one of the old charitable funds of the Empire. It has a history of hundreds of years and is unanimously committed to various charitable relief activities.

However, the poorest and most backward kodo provinces in the Empire often don't get their help. Instead, in rich places such as imperial capital and Newlin, poor families will get relief from time to time and be published in the newspaper.

But in the fat man's description, the foundation with poor eyes suddenly found the poor and backward kodo province and specially allocated tens of millions of Easters, including 150000 in the small mountain village.

"Then we used the money to buy some materials and build our own blacksmith shop. We worked together to turn the village into this beautiful look!"

The fat man continued to explain.

"Is that right? That's good, but if I were here, I would take the money to pave the way out first."

Rolle didn't doubt it, but thought it was a waste of money to repair the village.

If it is used to build roads, the future development of the village will certainly become better.

Alas... These villagers, after all, have no long-term vision. Without their own leadership, they just focus on the petty profits in front of them. Sure enough, they still can't rest assured!

But then again, it's a dereliction of duty when I was the village head. I haven't come back for so long

Rolle felt a little remorse. He chatted with the fat man about what he saw outside, and went back to his house to take a bath first.

As soon as he closed the door, a lot of voices suddenly came from the fat man's mind:

"How's it going? Doesn't he doubt it? Is it over?"

The fat man didn't open his mouth. He directly used a very magical means to convey the ideas in his mind:

"No, he always trusts me."

"Hoo... It's dangerous. I almost thought it was going to be exposed..."

"Has the foundation arranged it? Won't there be any loopholes?"

"No problem, I handled it well, perfect..."

The fat man replied confidently.

"But it's still not appropriate. As long as it's a person, it will leave flaws. Otherwise, I'll solve these flaws?"

"Absolutely not!"

The fat man said very strongly.

"These people are old to me. They can't hurt people's lives for such a small thing..."

"Moreover, if you hadn't messed around, we wouldn't have come to this point!"