Old Mo, eating fish in a courtyard house, reigning supreme in Hong Kong.

Chapter 433: Back to a Simple Life

As District Chief Yang uttered those words, his heart was bleeding. After all, if he had simply nodded, his district would have had the nation's first expressway.

Old Mo waved his hand and said, "No, no, no, we'll build it to highway standards. District Chief Yang, can't you see? Yangjia Village will be very prosperous in the future, with a lot of vehicles and people coming and going, so there's no need to save money. If we're going to build it, we'll build the best. OK?"

Director Yang thought for a moment, then said with great reluctance, "Comrade Lao Mo, to be honest, building highways these days isn't just about having money. There are many things that can't be done by manpower alone."

Upon hearing this, Lao Mo fell silent.

Suddenly, he waved his hand and said, "It's alright. Just tell me what you need, and I'll take care of it. Anyway, if we're going to build something, we'll build the best."

District Chief Yang was speechless and said, "We need earthmoving machinery, do you have any?"

Earthmoving machinery refers to things like excavators and loaders.

Old Mo laughed as soon as he heard that.

"You mean this? No problem, I'll provide it for you. I'll ship it from Hong Kong; you can just bring it over by truck."

Excavators, loaders, road rollers—we have them all. They're from Japan; you just need someone who knows how to use them.

District Chief Yang immediately thought to himself, "Holy crap!"

You can even make this thing? What can I say?

Director Yang said helplessly, "Since you've put it that way, then we'll do it your way. But what I want to say is that building a highway is a much bigger project than building Liujia Village."

"How about we pave the existing road first? Let's get the project in Yangjia Village done first?"

Old Mo nodded and said, "That works too. If that's the case, then I'll probably have to go to Hong Kong first."

Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to get their hands on these things. District Chief Yang, in that case, I'll leave the affairs of Liujia Village to you.

"I hope you can get the electricity and phone lines working first. I promise you everything you need will be in place within a month."

District Chief Yang nodded quickly and said, "No problem. Comrade Lao Mo, rest assured, I will definitely build Liujia Village into the place you want it to be."

"Okay, thank you, District Chief Yang."

Old Mo extended his hand and shook hands with District Chief Yang.

After spending two days in Liujia Village, Lao Mo finally said goodbye to the villagers and returned to Beijing.

The entire village came out to see him off, all reluctant to part with Lao Mo.

Old Mo smiled as he held his third uncle's hand.

"Third Uncle, don't worry, I have something to do back home this time. I'll come back to visit after I've finished my business, and then we can have a couple of drinks together."

"Then it's a deal."

"Okay, it's a deal."

With heavy hearts, Old Mo's convoy finally departed.

The whole village watched the car's rear end and waved at them.

Who would bear to leave a son-in-law like that?

In fact, Old Mo has already left his mark on the mountain, so he can come back anytime he wants.

In the afternoon, Lao Mo returned to the courtyard at No. 95. Xu Damao and Sha Zhu had not left and were waiting for him to return.

This time, Old Mo could finally go home. No one stopped him anymore.

Those beasts, those who were supposed to go in, all went in to move bricks and stones.

Pushing open his own door, Lao Mo was filled with emotion.

These two dilapidated houses, the kind he despises so much he doesn't even want to live in anymore, have taken away all the beasts in the entire compound.

Chen Yao also stood at the door, quietly looking at the two houses.

If it weren't for Old Mo enlightening her, she would never want to come back here in her life.

Those days were incredibly dark for Chen Yao.

Now, Chen Yao is knowledgeable and versatile. She can understand and think clearly about many things, and she is no longer so afraid.

"Dad, let's donate the house! I never want to come back here again. If we're going back, let's go back to Liu Family Village, back to Grandma's house!"

Old Mo turned to look at Chen Yao and asked seriously, "This is our ancestral home. You really don't want it anymore?"

Chen Yao shook her head and said, "No, I don't want it. This house will only bring me unpleasant memories. What's the point of keeping it?"

Old Mo bent down and picked her up.

"Alright. Since our daughter says so, then we don't need it. Let's donate it!"

That evening, instead of staying in the courtyard house, everyone went directly to a hotel.

The next morning, at the airport, many leaders came again to see Lao Moxu, Damao, and Shazhu off onto the plane.

It's the same plane, and we've been waiting here for so many days.

That same day, Lao Mo and his group returned to Hong Kong.

Old Mo spent the day at home, and the next day, he used a fictitious identity to fly to Beijing.

He was very curious: what would Dongjing be like now after doing something like this last time?

After getting off the plane, we arrived in the city.

Old Mo then realized that what he did last time hadn't caused too much harm to his life.

During that period, Dongjing was indeed in chaos for a while. However, after Lao Mo left and no one caused trouble, they quickly recovered.

After all, it was just a minor incident in one city; in terms of disaster damage, it couldn't even compare to one of their earthquakes.

Now, Tokyo has returned to almost the same state as before.

But this time, Old Mo came again.

Old Mo found a secluded spot, released a car, and then drove around Dongjing.

Then, another strange thing happened.

Yes, wherever Lao Mo's car passed, all the cars parked on the roadside, big and small, mysteriously disappeared.

Especially those big trucks and lorries, they just suddenly disappeared.

Old Mo drove to a large truck parking lot. He just passed by, and all the big trucks inside were gone.

Yes, Lao Mo came here mainly to deal with those dump trucks. He has no choice; he needs trucks to haul earth!

As for those cars, they were just incidental.

Old Mo drove around the streets aimlessly.

Behind him, the Japanese soldiers were stunned.

Yes, that strange thing happened again.

They watched helplessly as their car vanished mysteriously.

Here it comes again, that strange thing is happening again.

So the children knelt on the ground once again, praying for God's blessing.

Old Mo wasn't familiar with the city and didn't know where to find excavators, loaders, or other earthmoving machinery.

Old Mo thought for a moment, then parked the car on the side of the road, got out, and abandoned it there.

Then, he tried to hail a taxi.

However, he was ultimately disappointed. There were no taxis left on the street.

Just kidding, that weird thing happened again, who would be in the mood to drive a taxi?

Old Mo was speechless. He got back into the car and drove off.

Finally, a taxi appeared ahead.

However, it was empty; the taxi driver was kneeling on the ground, frantically kowtowing.

I rely on.

Old Mo stopped the car and went to the taxi driver's side.

"Baka yarou, get up right now!"