Living with the Teacher: The Merry Student

Seeing this scene, the big men lying on the ground were all stunned.Zhuo Yifan didn't bother to care about their reactions, so he got into the car and said to Song Yingjie who was still in shock: "Don't be dazed, drive quickly, let's go to Shangwen Village. I want to see, that Lang Guoqing What kind of medicine is sold in the gourd?"

"Leave them here like this?" Song Yingjie asked as he started the car and drove forward.

"Don't worry, I'll act with discretion, they'll just lie in the hospital for a few months at most!" Zhuo Yifan explained disapprovingly.

Not long after, the car drove into Shangwen Village, the destination of Zhuo Yifan and Song Yingjie's trip.

A village road will pass through a village.On both sides of the road, some old houses and two-story buildings can be seen.Even at the foot of the mountain, you can still see a few small adobe houses!It can be seen that the economic situation of this Shangwen village is not very good, and the development is relatively backward.

The car stopped at a low-lying area in the center of the village.Song Yingjie turned to look at Zhuo Yifan and asked, "What are you going to do next?"

"Let's see the situation first!" Zhuo Yifan said, and he opened the door and got off the car.

Soon, the arrival of Zhuo Yifan and the others attracted the attention of some village names in the village.Some people who looked like grandpas and aunts stood at the door and looked around, with expressions of anger, or helplessness and bitterness on their faces, which made Zhuo Yifan and Song Yingjie frown.

"It seems that they don't welcome us!" Zhuo Yifan smiled helplessly.

"Are you people sent by the Sanya City Government?" At this time, a middle-aged uncle came to Zhuo Yifan with a shovel on his shoulders, and asked with a hint of vigilance on his face.

"Huh? Uncle, we are not from the government. I think you have misunderstood?" Zhuo Yifan asked in surprise.

"Not from the government? Then what are you doing in Shangwen Village? Don't lie to me. Let me tell you, you can go back and tell your leaders that if you don't give us reasonable compensation, we won't move!" The middle-aged uncle didn't believe Zhuo Yifan's words at all, and snorted angrily.

"We are really not from the government. Uncle, can you tell me what happened in the village?" Zhuo Yifan frowned, then asked softly.

"Are you really not from the government?" The uncle looked suspiciously at Zhuo Yifan and Song Yingjie.Seeing that the two are well dressed, it is obvious that there is still a trace of concern.Of course, if it really came from the government, they would definitely be arrogant and eager to let everyone know about it, but Zhuo Yifan and Song Yingjie denied it, which made the middle-aged uncle feel a little suspicious.

"We are just reporters from the newspaper office. We heard that Shangwen Village was treated unfairly, so we came here to interview, record the truth, and want to seek justice for you!" Zhuo Yifan hurriedly stopped Song Yingjie who was about to speak , explained to the middle-aged uncle.

"Are you reporters?" The middle-aged uncle was taken aback when he heard the words, then put down the shovel on his shoulders, and shouted at the villagers: "Come out quickly, there are reporters here, they are here to help us redress our grievances. Hurry up come out!"

Immediately afterwards, the whole village became a sensation.On the small roads in all directions, villagers came in twos and threes, and dozens of people gathered in a short time.

"Which of you is the village chief?" Zhuo Yifan asked, frowning.There are so many people talking all over the place, and he doesn't know who to listen to.

"I'm... I'm the village chief. Friends from the press, why don't you come and sit at my house. Although it's relatively simple, it's better than talking outside!" The middle-aged uncle hurried forward, Offer courtesy.