Chapter 1425: Understanding

Understanding...

Memory, unknown time, unknown location.

Cheng Shi opened his eyes and found himself sitting on a bumpy bus. There were quite a few people on the bus, about a dozen or so. Their clothes were not rich or expensive, and most of them were cursing.

They were complaining about the difficult mountain road. A man at the very front was carefully apologizing with a smile. After listening for a while, Cheng Shi confirmed that this was a tour group that had come from the south specifically for mountain climbing and camping, and his current perspective was one of the members of the tour group.

Of course, no one else could see him; this was the perspective of a memory traveler.

He originally thought Old Jia would be on this bus, but unfortunately, he didn't find Old Jia's figure.

So why would the memory start here?

Soon, the stopped bus gave him the answer.

The bus arrived at the entrance of a small mountain village. This village was surrounded by mountains on three sides and should be the only way to climb the mountain. A crooked wooden sign was inserted at the entrance of the village, with words pasted on it. Perhaps because of the wind and sun, the pasted words had almost fallen off. From the format, one could vaguely see that it should be something like a fee standard.

The moment the bus stopped, someone knocked hard outside the bus door. The driver didn't open the door. The tour guide leading the team opened the window and poked his head out. After discovering it was a child, he laughed and scolded:

"Damn, scared the hell out of me. Little brat, who taught you to block the bus like this?"

Everyone on the bus leaned over to watch the excitement and found that there was really a child standing at the bus door. He looked like he was 8 or 9 years old, with a tough spirit on his dark face, and a pair of bright eyes flashing with cunning.

Cheng Shi recognized the other party at a glance, and his eyes turned red at that moment.

The old man was quite cute when he was young...

However, the description of cute only applies to those who love him. What this child said next was not cute at all for the tour group.

The dark-skinned child raised his head and looked at the tour guide, saying seriously:

"The town sent a notice saying they want to repair the road for the village, but they can't come up with that much money, so the village committee has to chip in some.

The village has no money, so the village chief asked my brother to take his work ID to the village entrance to ask for money. The old village chief said, anyway, repairing the road is for you outsiders, so what's wrong with you sponsoring some?

Besides, those who can come here are not short of money, so give money!"

"?"

The tour guide was laughed at by anger. He arranged for so many big clients to come to the mountains to relax, not to be "robbed." The research before coming was very thorough, and there was no such item as a fee, but he didn't rush to refuse, instead picking up the phone to verify.

Who would have thought that at this time, a person who looked like a boss on the bus complained: "This road should be repaired."

The tour guide cut off the phone in a second, turned back to apologize with a smile, and looked at the child again, enduring his anger:

"How much money?"

The child's "work attitude" was very serious, pointing to the wooden sign with few words:

"Calculated by head count, 200 per person."

200?

The tour guide thought he had encountered a robber, but didn't expect it to be a beggar. How much money could 200 per person be? He was too lazy to verify the authenticity of the fee standard, sneered, took out a thick stack of banknotes, and didn't know how much money it was, handing it directly to the other party:

"The extra is considered the bosses' sponsorship."

The child was happy and was about to reach out to take it, but the tour guide pulled his hand back, frowned:

"Why isn't your brother here?"

The child stared at the money in the tour guide's hand with hot eyes and pointed to the mountain slope on the other side:

"Went to poop, will be back in a while. After paying the money, keep walking inside, turn right at the first intersection, go to the village committee to get a sponsorship certificate, leave your name, and when the road is repaired, the village committee will carve your names at the entrance as a memorial.

With the sponsorship certificate, you can get a 10% discount on meals and accommodation in the village. The old village chief said this is called economic stimulus. You are city people, do you know what economic stimulus is?"

"..."

Hearing this child's set of rhetoric, it didn't look like a fake. The tour guide looked at his watch and didn't want to waste time, threw the money in his hand to the child, closed the window, and waved to the driver:

"Let's go, master."

The child took the money and stood aside. The bus started again, entering shaking mode. Everyone complained about the village repairing the road late, cursing and driving toward the village.

Cheng Shi didn't follow the main force, but got off the bus, followed the child who was running away with the wooden sign, and walked toward the village along the small road.

Not long after, a rough voice came from the direction of the bus not far away.

"Stop, stop, stop, the village is repairing the road, passing vehicles must pay a road toll, calculated by head count, 20 per person, no entry without paying money.

What!?

You already paid!?

200!??

Fart, I don't have a younger brother, where is the receipt? Take out the receipt and let me see!

No receipt, no receipt, what are you talking about? Today, even if the Heavenly King comes, you have to pay 20 to enter the village!"

"..."

Cheng Shi didn't know how the people on the bus were cursing. He only knew that his father was a liar since he was a child.

You are like this yourself, yet you teach me to be honest?

Cheng Shi looked at the back of the little brat in front and couldn't laugh or cry.

But the even more laughable part was yet to come. Cheng Shi followed Little Jia around and came to a dilapidated house, watching Little Jia count the money by head count, bury the extra money at the root of the wall, and then sit at the door clutching the money, seemingly waiting for someone to return.

The moment Little Jia sat down, Cheng Shi raised his eyebrows, already guessing who the other party was waiting for.

Sure enough, not long after, a rough man came back. Saying he was a man, he was actually just a young man, but there was too much wind and frost on his face, making him look a bit old. As soon as he came back, he cursed with a rough voice like a broken gong:

"Damn it, who told you to ask for 200? Didn't we agree on 50..."

Before he finished speaking, Little Jia handed a stack of banknotes to him, and the man was stunned, a satisfied smile blooming on his face instantly.

He licked his fingers and started counting the money. When he confirmed that the head count was not missing, he laughed loudly and patted the child on the head.

"You kid really dare to ask."

Little Jia puffed out his chest and said proudly: "I saw from the window that they were dressed well, so I knew they must have a lot of money."

"Clever ghost!" The man patted the child on the head again, took out a 100-yuan bill from the pile of banknotes... He stuffed it back, and then took out a 20-yuan bill from his pocket and stuffed it into Little Jia's hand.

"Yours."

Little Jia watched as 100 turned into 20 without feeling aggrieved, happy like a child.

Although he was a child himself.

But Cheng Shi knew that there were more than a thousand yuan buried at the root of the wall, and this child earned no less than the man.

Like hiding money at the root of the wall?

There is no money at the root of our wall.

Cheng Shi touched his chin, looking at his father with great interest. At this moment, he forgot all the pressure and laughed happily.

But soon, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Because he saw with his own eyes Little Jia taking the money with that man to the casino run in the backyard of the village chief's house, sitting down familiarly, and in less than two minutes, he lost the 20 in his hand completely.

Facing the mockery of the adults at the gambling table, Little Jia's face turned red.

"What are you laughing at? I'll win it back sooner or later." ===== CHAPTER 1426 =====