20demayo Chapter 445 The Reason is Very Poor
Chapter 445 The Reason is Very Poor
Zeng Jie's hometown used to be the poorest village in the area. Across the mountains behind the village was the neighboring country.
There are armed police stationed here all year round.
Armed police patrol the border every day to prevent citizens of neighboring countries from sneaking in, especially those carrying drugs.
The several smuggling routes that were previously destroyed were less than ten meters away from the patrol routes of the armed police soldiers.
The most accessible and most frequently used one leads directly to the back mountain of Zeng Jie's hometown.
After Zeng Jie was admitted to university, the villagers' weaving and dyeing skills, which they were good at, were successfully applied for intangible cultural heritage, and this place became the intangible cultural heritage inheritance site of this ethnic group's weaving and dyeing skills.
The villagers' lives began to improve and their pockets became fatter.
Xie Jiang, Qu Huan and Xu Suisui were in one car, Su Qingyan, Gu Ruyi and Fan Yingxu were in one car, and Jin Yan and the other boys were in one car.
It takes three and a half hours to drive from the city to the village.
Half of the journey is on the national highway, and the remaining half is on the county road. You can imagine how far it is.
When we got off the car, the village chief and the village committee members greeted us warmly.
Xie Jiang decisively read their information and mentally instructed Eighteen to sort and categorize it and find a list of all offline people.
The village chief also smuggled in from a neighboring country and finally settled down there. He lurked for decades before becoming the village chief.
This was also due to Zeng Jie's ability to manage money and his good reputation for being admitted to university and returning to his hometown to help the villagers get rich.
Su Qingyan appeared impatient, but in fact she was keeping an eye on all directions and listening attentively, observing the village committee team calmly.
She had participated in many drug enforcement missions and recognized one of them as a fugitive drug dealer. She was surprised for only a moment before calming down.
The entire village is full of drug dealers, and its scale is only slightly smaller than the drug-producing village that made a national sensation more than a decade ago.
It's normal to encounter a fugitive drug dealer.
Because people from the TV station were recording the entire event, everyone exchanged pleasantries and moved into the house prepared in advance for the guests by the village committee.
The whole yard looks very new, as if it was built not long ago.
Dinner was local specialties and tasted good.
Xie Jiang was very satisfied with the meal. After he was done, he put down his chopsticks and called the children who were watching him to take him to the canteen to buy some drinks.
"How long are you staying?" the child leading the way said, his face filled with curiosity. "No one has ever come to our village to film a TV show or travel here before. It's too far away."
"I don't know how many days I'll be staying. I'm just an artist assistant. Can you tell me what drinks are available in the canteen?" Xie Jiang saw the temptation in the child's eyes and shook his head secretly.
The whole village is full of drug dealers.
The child who led the way was only about seven or eight years old, but he knew how to ask questions without being offensive.
If we hadn't gotten the evidence of their crimes in advance, who would have guarded against a minor? It's no wonder that the local armed police have been cracking down on drug trafficking every year, and drug dealers are growing like weeds every year.
"We have everything. We even have internet access here." The child gave Xie Jiang a disdainful look and skipped forward. "Sister, are you filming a variety show or a documentary? Can we see us in the variety show?"
Grandpa had told us that these people were here to disrupt the peace of their village, and we had to inquire from various sources to find out if there were any police officers among them.
"It's a variety show, but we won't officially start filming until the summer vacation." Xie Jiang answered every question, smiling and showing no signs of defense. "We just came here to experience it in advance and learn the weaving and dyeing techniques. We'll start right away when the live broadcast starts."
"I see. Then, sister, can you shoot a gun?" The little boy grinned, revealing his white teeth and a bright smile. "Shoot like a police officer."
"No, I'm just a small assistant. Actors can't shoot guns during filming. At most, I can just pretend." Xie Jiang was secretly shocked.
This is quite secretive.
Anyone who has a screw loose will be noticed.
The convenience store is not far from the yard where I live and is also close to the village committee. To enter the village, you have to pass the convenience store first and then reach the village committee.
The two-story building is beautifully built. There is a large clock with a very ethnic style hanging at the door, and there is a hammer next to it.
Xie Jiang's eyes flashed, and he stepped over to take a closer look, pretending to be curious. "Is this also the style of your ethnic minorities? The reliefs on it are so beautiful."
"This is a bell unique to our nation. It sounds very nice when it's struck." The little boy looked directly into her eyes, pretending to be puzzled. "Sister, why don't you strike it?"
Why didn't she ask where the clock in the convenience store came from?
"No, my parents sent me to a temple when I was little. I heard the bell every day, and even when I grew up, I'm still scared." Xie Jiang said nonsense seriously, his voice deliberately lowered. "I'm not afraid to tell you that the punishment for my mistakes in the temple was ringing the bell."
"I see." The doubt in the little boy's eyes disappeared, and he smiled and waved, "I'm going home. You buy some drinks and go back by yourself. Goodbye, sister."
Xie Jiang watched the little boy run away, then went into the store and bought a dozen sugar-free peach drinks, carrying them in his hands as he strolled back to the yard.
This time everyone lives together.
The boys live in the guest room on the left and the girls live in the guest room on the right.
Xie Jiang gave half of the peach drinks to Jin Yan and the others, and took the remaining bottles to find Qu Huan, Xu Suisui, Gu Ruyi and the others.
Zeng Beibei lives in a room by herself.
Although she didn't come back often, she knew in her heart that this was her father's hometown. The reason she asked to live in her own room was that she couldn't accept sleeping in the same room with someone she didn't know.
The reason is poor.
Xie Jiang walked into the house, put down the drink in his hand, took out his unlocker, opened the notepad, and let Su Qingyan see the content that had been edited in advance: the convenience store is a sentry post. Once an outsider enters the village, someone will ring the bell to warn that everyone in the village over the age of three is involved in drug trafficking.
Su Qingyan closed her eyes and returned the phone without leaving any trace.
The situation is more serious than they understand.
This village is not only the place where the local weaving and dyeing skills are inherited, but also has the only local weaving and dyeing museum. Although the village is not big, every household lives in a small villa full of ethnic style.
Every household has at least two cars.
The history of bell ringing is also very long, and only the villagers know the meaning of the bell sound.
Although the village is wealthy, the river at the entrance can only accommodate two cars at the same time. If you want to surround the entire village, you have to think of other ways.
"Don't worry." Xie Jiang comforted him in a voice that only the two of them could hear, then picked up his phone and sent a message to Song Minghe, informing him of his discovery in the village.
With the intangible cultural heritage inheritance being a business that makes money in the open, the private drug trafficking is kept strictly covered up.
Fortunately, she met Zeng Jie in advance. The 600 special police officers were divided into small groups, half of whom stayed in the urban area and the other half, together with the 300 local armed police, had successfully ambushed around the village.
The unobstructed smuggling route has also been checked.
Now, they just need to wait for Zeng Jie's men to take action.
"I understand." Su Qingyan's heavy mood dissipated in an instant, and her bright eyes instantly seemed to be electrified, curving into an arc of joy.
Xie Jiang raised his hand and patted her shoulder, then distributed the drinks to Gu Ruyi, Fan Yingxu, and Xu Suisui.
The six of them lived in one room and slept on a large bunk bed.
The village chief explained that the village rarely arranged accommodation for people before, and guests who came were usually accommodated at the workshop. Unfortunately, they arrived when the guest rooms at the workshop were being renovated.
To put it bluntly, it's just putting them under our noses for easier surveillance.
If he is really an undercover agent sent by the police, he will definitely find a way to contact the outside world.
"The air here is nice, and the weaving and dyeing skills are also excellent." Fan Yingxu took a sip of her drink, hugged the woven and dyed pillow, her eyes shining, "I can incorporate this element into my design. When it's finished, I'll give each of you a set."
She wanted to say it was for Xie Jiang, but fortunately she changed her words in time.
"One set isn't enough. I need at least two sets as a base." Qu Hua chuckled, "I want couture."
"I want haute couture too." Xu Suisui agreed.
Xie Jiang raised his eyebrows and suddenly heard the sound of someone approaching outside the window. He quickly reached out to remind Su Qingyan.
I don’t know whether the people who came wanted to take action or to monitor us secretly.
There are already several cameras installed in the room, but they are still not at ease?