Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 537 - 352: Wai Jiang!

Tobruk Town, Yinmaili Village.

This village is truly a blessed land for Qi Yun, as he has come here several times before.

On the first visit, he found a case of Moutai from the 1980s, later, he discovered a pile of silver notes, and there was even that million-dollar pigeon, not to mention the Western Regions silverware that he found in the chicken coop, which he exchanged for the house he’s currently living in...

Inside the car, Liu Meng scratched his head and said to Qi Yun, "I’ve arranged for the stonemason and the excavator, they can come over anytime."

"But for no reason, why are we repairing their houses?"

"Just doing a good deed." Qi Yun smiled at him without further explanation, "Don’t worry about the money, just build the house for them as quickly as possible."

"Alright." Liu Meng asked no further and nodded in agreement.

Ten minutes later, three cars stopped in front of the village’s only small shop.

The child acting as a translator immediately recognized Qi Yun as he stepped out of the car, since he was the most generous person he had ever met, and he ran over with great enthusiasm.

"Boss!" 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Qi Yun didn’t waste words and directly took out a prepared hundred-yuan bill from his pocket, handing it over: "Come, take me to find your village chief."

The kid unceremoniously clutched the money in his hand and gave Qi Yun a bright smile: "Okay, boss, follow me!"

Qi Yun nodded and followed the kid deeper into the village, a few native chickens flapping their wings ran across the road, kicking up a large cloud of dust.

After roughly ten minutes, the kid pointed to a house with a brick courtyard wall ahead: "That’s the village chief’s house!"

At the entrance of the courtyard, they saw an elderly Uyghur man wearing a grey bäbä, sitting under a grape arbor in the yard, hammering on a piece of tin.

For villagers with limited income, crafting some handicrafts to sell at the market had become a very important way for them to earn money.

"Village Chief! We have visitors!" the kid shouted.

The village chief turned around, revealing a face with a goatee and full of wrinkles.

Seeing Qi Yun at the gate and Liu Meng behind him, he put down the hammer and stood up, asking in heavily accented Chinese: "What brings you here?"

Qi Yun took a city permit from his pocket and handed it to the village chief, smiling as he explained, "I heard your village is in tough conditions, so I brought some supplies to express my sympathies, and to see if there are any difficulties that I can help solve."

The village chief’s face immediately showed delight, he reached for the permit, recognizing the red seal, although he couldn’t read the words on it.

"Good! Good!" He quickly handed back the permit to Qi Yun, wiped his hands on his clothes, and made a gesture of invitation, "The leader has come! Please, come in!"

With that, he led Qi Yun and the others into the house.

Qi Yun glanced around the house; the village chief’s living conditions were even worse than the last Uyghur lady he visited. The only things of value might be the few sheep in the pen outside.

Compared with those villages on the news where they live in luxury homes and drive luxury cars, it’s a world of difference.

The village chief awkwardly pulled over a chair with cloth strips and offered it to Qi Yun: "Leader."

Qi Yun waved his hand away, speaking kindly, "No need to sit, let’s just talk standing."

"Is there anything in the village that needs higher-level assistance?"

The village chief’s dark face blushed a little, and after a long pause, he slowly spoke in strange-sounding Chinese: "Leader, our village’s clinic, is about to collapse."

As he spoke, he gestured towards the roof, worried that Qi Yun might not understand.

"I was looking for someone to fix it, but the money, only a little."

Qi Yun smiled and nodded, indicating he understood: "You’re saying the clinic building is no good."

"Yes, exactly." The village chief nodded repeatedly, "Everyone getting medical treatment, it’s dangerous, the building, please help fix it for us."

"No problem!" Qi Yun, who had come specifically for the clinic, lightly patted the village chief’s arm, "Please take us to the clinic to have a look, I’ll arrange people to fix it today."

The village chief was overjoyed, his wrinkles crumpled together, and he took Qi Yun’s hand and led him out.

"I’ll take you there now."

The village clinic is just east of the village committee, and calling it a clinic is generous; it’s really just a few low bungalows and a courtyard wall.

The plaster had all fallen off the walls, revealing the sun-dried bricks inside, and there were several cracks.

"There are no young people in the village, unable to do labor themselves." The village chief explained, pointing to the bungalow.

Qi Yun understood the implication; if there were young people in the village, they would have repaired it themselves.

"No worries! The city will fix it for you!" Qi Yun gave him a reassuring look, then pulled Liu Meng over and continued, "However you want it fixed, just tell him, the city will cover the cost!"

"Oh, how wonderful!" The village chief was overwhelmingly happy and grabbed Qi Yun’s hand, "Thank you, leader." Then he went to shake Liu Meng’s hand...

In this era full of material desires, seeing such genuine people is rare.

Qi Yun glanced at the empty space in front of the village office, then shouted to the car, "Brother Niu, have them unload everything."

Niu Da, who was in charge of driving, responded, and signaled the two van drivers to start unloading.

The truck beds were loaded with rice, flour, grain, oil, and other daily supplies, simple and unadorned, exactly what the villagers needed most.

"Village chief, these supplies are sent by the city for you to store and distribute to the villagers who need them later."

"Wonderful!" The village chief’s face lit up with joy, "Leader, thank you so much!"

"No need for thanks, it’s our duty." Qi Yun smiled and waved his hand, "You all discuss how to fix the clinic while I take a walk."

With that, he strode towards the courtyard.

At the base of the wall on the right side of the courtyard, there was a lush apricot tree, with a trunk as thick as a water barrel, the bark dry and cracked, casting a shade.

This was the place mentioned in the intel, where those ten Yunnan white medicines were buried.

Qi Yun approached, casually plucked an apricot from the branch, blew off the dust, and put it into his mouth.

The taste was sweet and sour, with a hint of sunshine; he slowly chewed as his gaze scanned beneath the tree but saw nothing unusual.

"Probably need to dig it up to find it, but right now there are too many eyes..."

A few minutes later, after the village chief finished telling Liu Meng which buildings needed repairing, he went to summon the villagers to collect the supplies.

Liu Meng quickly walked over to Qi Yun: "They need to build four rooms, I’ve already called someone over."

Qi Yun nodded: "Once that’s done, take the crew to fix the village chief’s house as well."

After saying that, he paused, looked around to confirm no one else was around, then leaned close to Liu Meng and whispered, "There’s a shovel in the trunk, go get it, and keep watch at the door, don’t let anyone in."