Chapter 617: A Strong Sense of Crisis (5)
"He only came half a month ago, and he is not from the village. Carambola Xi noticed Qin Feng's reaction and asked, "Uncle Qin, do you recognize it?"
"He's a bit like someone I've seen in the Imperial Capital before, but...... It shouldn't be possible. Qin Feng's eyes were full of doubts, and he asked again, "What is his name, where did he come from?"
Carambola Creek simply told Ah Xing Po the absurd thing.
"Phew, that can't be him. After hearing this, Qin Feng exhaled and shook his head, "The person I have seen is one of the stewards of a large family, and he is also dressed in a grand manner, so he shouldn't be able to do such a thing." ”
"Uncle Qin, what is the name of that person you are talking about?" Carambola Xi asked casually, pushing the wheelchair.
"I don't know what his name is, I met him occasionally, and he went to the banquet with the fifth master of the Zhu family. Qin Feng shook his head, "The Zhu family is one of the hidden families, so how could the steward of the family not do such a tasteless thing, right?"
"Hidden Family?" Carambola Creek's heart jumped, and she immediately thought of two wooden cards, "Isn't it amazing?"
Such a coincidence?
"Legend has it that the people of the hermit family have thaumaturgy, but I don't know if it's true or not, the Zhu family has lived in seclusion for decades, and rarely asks about the world, only the fifth master Zhu occasionally walks outside, a very low-key big family. ”
Qin Feng smiled, his tone a little disapproving.
"You can ask him about this next time you see Xia Ying, their family is also one of the hidden families. ”
"Oh. Carambola's heart skipped a beat again, and she took Qin Feng's words to heart.
When she got home, the old lady sat at the door of the hall to bask in the sun, and when she saw the guests coming to the door, especially knowing that they had all been soldiers, she was even more happy, and pulled Qin Feng to shout at everyone.
Qin Feng chatted with the old lady, while the others went to the back mountain to clean up the house.
The house was lent to Xia Zecheng last time, and it was also cleaned up, and now as long as the doors and windows are opened, the inside and out are swept, wiped clean, and the sun is ventilated.
Several of them brought their own luggage.
Liu Lan'e packed up and put her luggage away.
A set of well-packed bedding that looks like it is still used by the army, and it has been washed white.
In addition, a washbasin, a tea pot, a towel...... All the necessary things for life are complete.
Carambola Creek glanced at it and knew it in her heart.
At noon, I made a table of good dishes at home and picked up the wind for a few people.
In the afternoon, she rushed to the Baishui Town Supply and Marketing Cooperative, and asked her uncle to buy a few new quilts, a few thermoses, ceramic basins, ceramic spittoons and some daily necessities.
Carambola Creek had no choice but to explain to Li Chengjun, but it turned out to attract her aunt again, and it took a lot of trouble to speak, and when she went home, the sunset was already setting in the west.
"Squeak!"
When he was about to arrive at Steep Gate Village, Carambola Creek felt inexplicably in his heart and stopped the car directly.
On the other side of the road, a man stood on the side of the road with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sunset.
The sunset sprinkled the ground and covered him with a red veil.
That person is the little old man of Ah Xing's mother-in-law's family that I have often met recently.
He seems to be one with this landscape, but there is a strong sense of crisis in Carambola Creek's heart.
This feeling is exactly the same as when he saw Yang Qingxi with a bomb strapped to his body before he died in his previous life.
"Little girl, are you so bold that you forgot Lian Qiaohong's warning?" the little old man seemed to have seen enough of the scenery, turned around slowly, and asked with a smile.
"What do you want to do?" Carambola Creek didn't dare to move, and gripped the handlebars tightly with both hands.
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