The next day, the three brothers drove back to their hometown with fully armed Zhang Xiaole.

Three cars. This is considered a long trip. According to the company's security regulations, we brought four security officers.

Wang Honggang has detailed security regulations for the company's senior management, and Zhang Yanming and Sun Hongye cannot violate it. There is no need.

As soon as you come out of the city, you will find a snow field. You can’t see anything except snow. Even the frozen rivers are full of snow.

The three brothers didn't drive the car and handed it over to the security guard. This was not a pretentious time. Everyone suffered from driving a snow nest.

When driving outside the pass in winter, especially when leaving the city, you have to be careful, and you may have problems following the ruts: those big trucks can rush around and run around, anyway, they can pass anywhere.

All rivers, lakes and crops are free flying spaces.

In summer, you need to run around for more than ten kilometers, and in winter, you can pass by one mile along the ice surface. It’s so cool.

Dangers are often hidden on the ice surface: those who swim in winter, those who fish in ice, those who pull the net, chisel the ice surface and don’t care about it, and there is no mark. It is impossible to see when the wind blows, snow or covers it, and it takes time to freeze again.

Winter is a good season for fishing in the net. Once the ice surface is opened, the fish will automatically squeeze into a breathable place and gather in groups.

Once, a young sibling got up early to go to school and walked in directly, leaving the person gone. The mother went crazy and couldn't find anyone to take responsibility.

The three brothers went to the Martyrs Cemetery first, which was close to each other.

Zhang Yanming and Sun Hongye went to burn incense and kowtow to Sun's father, chat about the situation at home in recent years, and pray to Sun's father for the children at home. This is a habit of the Chinese people.

After leaving the Martyrs' Cemetery, we continued north. The hometown of Lao Zhang's family is in the mountains, more than 60 kilometers away from the city and less than 20 kilometers away from the county town.

The soil highway is compacted with snow, like a white streamer, and bends in the mountains. There are dark pine forests on both sides of the road. When the north wind blows, the woods make a low whistle sound.

Occasionally there is a plain in the mountains of Hetao, and the road and wasteland Hetao are hard to distinguish. The sun is particularly dazzling in the heavy snow.

When the goal finally came to its goal, it was already two hours later. If it were summer, it would only take forty or fifty minutes.

The woman was waiting in the car with her children, leaving two security guards to take care of her. The three brothers and two other security guards tied their legs tightly and wade into the mountains in the heavy snow.

The snow at the foot of the mountain is quite thick, deeper than the knees. It reaches the thigh with one foot. When you climb up and enter the pine forest, it will be much better. There is basically no snow here, it is quiet and refreshing, and the ground is filled with golden pine needles.

There are squirrels peeking down the branches, and occasionally there is a sound of birds but no shadows are visible.

The surrounding area of ​​the ancestral tomb is very clean and obviously someone has cleaned it.

The three brothers burn paper money and kowtow, greet them for their parents, pray for their children, and then go down the mountain to enter the village.

The riverside slopes around the village are full of farmland. Now it is covered with heavy snow and is flat. A small river water flows out from the distant valley and passes through the middle of the village. Now it is a huge ice surface.

The children in the village, whether they were girls or boys, were playing on the ice wearing cotton jackets and cotton hats. The noise broke the tranquility in the mountains.

For children in rural areas, not to mention the future, childhood is the richest, full of joy and wildness. One gain will lead to one loss.

Three off-road vehicles slowly drove past the huge ice surface along the river, and arrived at the center of the village and parked on the valley ground.

The ice surface suddenly became quiet, and pairs of innocent big eyes stared at me, full of envy and admiration. There was no jealousy.

Sucked, a hairy child sucked the snot that had fallen out and crossed the river immediately, wiped it against his nose with his cuff, turned his head and ran: "Come on the big car, whose relatives are here."

Then a group of girls and boys exploded and shouted, and some ran to the village. In a blink of an eye, the news that someone's relatives came and drove a big car spread throughout the village, attracting some adults to come out and look around.

Don’t look at the children in rural areas who are having fun in the wilderness, and when a sound comes out, adults will come out to see, no matter who belongs to them, they will reach out, even if they have just finished fighting with their father.

The village is so big, there are only so many people. Every generation of people is so happy together and being taken care of by the previous generation. Those who are powerful will be powerful for the rest of their lives, and those who are affected by bears will be affected by bears for the rest of their lives.

Basically these are the people in their lives.

But if someone comes to an outsider wants to be wild...you can try it?

Is there anyone who followed him, and he was curiously surrounded by various homemade sledges. He wanted to see but didn't dare to approach. His detention looked heartbreaking.

"Come on, come here." Sun Hongye smiled and waved to the youngest Yadaner.

She is probably only three or four years old, and she is not as tall as the child next to her. She is not carrying a sled, but a broken plastic basin. This thing can slip on the ice.

It was probably surrounded by her mother or grandma's scarf, which was wrapped thickly around her head and neck, her face was so cold that it was red, and her nose was also marked.

"I don't know you." Xiao Yadan's voice was like a kitten's meow.

"It's okay, come here, my aunt is from this village too. If we can't do it well, we are still relatives."

"No, I don't know you. My relatives don't have a big seven car."

"I'll give you candy." Sun Hongye took a bag of milk candy from the car and tore it open it, grabbed a handful of it for Yadan'er to see.

Yadan obviously swallowed and hissed, but she still shook her head. Rural children are not as easy to coax than urban children.

"Can you give it to me?" A boy next to him was obviously a bold person and asked.

"Give it, all your share, come, you bring them over and line up to get the candy."

"My house doesn't sell anything."

"Who wants your stuff? Come here."

"I'll say it first, we have nothing. If you regret it, you won't go back, you'll be gone." The brat said buzzingly, moving forward little by little, revealing his greed.

"Where did you do that? Are you so timid? Don't let it go, I'll give it to them."

"You said everything, anyone will have a share."

Wang Jiahui and Tang Jing hugged Zhang Xiaole and looked at him and laughed. Wang Jiahui lifted the small blanket covering Zhang Xiaole's face and let him see it.

"Which family? Who has been to you?" Zhang Yanhui looked at the village and asked his two brothers. He had never been to his hometown, but he was a real baby in the city.

The small villages in the mountains in winter are black, with roofs, walls, fences, and firewood piles, all black, and inlaid on the white snowy ground, whiter and blacker.

The tall chimneys on the gables of the house were slowly spitting out blue smoke.

Some of the leaders came over, and looked at Sun Hongye and the others in confusion, curious, nervous and timid.

"Come on, get it, five yuan per person." Sun Hongye gave the little guys candy.

"Whose family are you?" The Taoist boy was the first to get it. He couldn't wait to peel a piece and stuff it into his mouth, asking vaguely.

"I belong to Lao Zhang's family."

"A liar." Taozi said: "This is Zhangjiabao, who doesn't have the surname Zhang?"

"You are just lying to others," Zhang Yanming smiled and exposed him: "The surname Yang is Yang, the surname Yao is Yao, and there are Zhong, but there are no ones? There are Dai."

"That's only a few? Are they all outsiders? How did you know?"

"My surname is Zhang, how did you think I know?"

"My surname is Zhang. Which of your old Zhang family?"

"You kid, who else is the old Zhang family? There are several old Zhang families in this fort? Why are you so terrible? Who is your father?"
Chapter completed!