At this time, Zeng Xiaoqian did not know Zhao Xiaomin's troubles. He walked happily along the village road whistling. The village road was built along the river. Today, the river of the Phoenix River has fallen a lot. It has been sunny for several days, and the rain on the mountain has run out.

On the road, Zhang Zhiping was riding a motorcycle to the town. There were two big frames on the back of the motorcycle, which were full of mushrooms.

The two men passed by, Zhang Zhiping slowed down and respectfully shouted Qian Ge. He was very sincere. Zeng Xiaoqian had a happy heart and nodded to him...