Smoothly touched the back door of the hospital, and then the bleak moonlight, Xiaobei looked at the stone under her feet, it was still the same as when she left, which showed that no one had ever come out of it except herself.

Moving away from the stones, Xiaobei quietly entered, this time she walked along the fence cane, and after walking for a few minutes there was a fork in the road, to the right was the way she came out of the hospital during the day, and to the left I don't know where it leads.

The aisles on both sides became narrower and narrower, Xiaobei threw away the wooden stick in his hand, took out the dagger from his schoolbag, avoided what could make a noise under his feet, and continued to move forward.

After walking like this for a long time, Xiaobei felt that this fence cane could at least have more than two miles of land, leading directly to a straw house in front.

Looking at the three houses in front of him, Xiaobei felt that his hair was upside down, this was clearly an ordinary house in Daliang Village.

The foundation of the wall is made of purple red stone, which is the same as all the houses in her hometown, when she was at her godmother's house, Xiaobei also asked Wang Jianjun why every house is red stone.

Wang Jianjun said that the earliest name of the county seat is called "Red Cliff", in the west street of the county seat, there is a mountain cliff near the Xida River, covering an area of several thousand acres, similar to the Danxia landform, it produces this kind of red stone, which is beautiful and durable on the foundation of the house.

She didn't know if the Manxingdi also had this kind of stone, and it could be built according to the residential style of her hometown, which was definitely not the characteristic of the Manxingdi.

The houses here are like those found in most parts of Southeast Asia, either two-storey stilt buildings or low-rise thatched houses. No matter what the style, it is narrow and cramped, and compared with this spacious three-room grass house, it looks like a small family.

Xiaobei continued to look carefully, the roof was smoothed with slag and lime, the texture was hard, smooth and elastic, the windows and doors were the same as her house, they were all small lattice wooden doors and windows, and there were long strings of red peppers and ripe corn cobs hanging on the wall, and there were many vegetables planted in the yard, beans, cucumbers and a bunch of leeks that grew happily, which looked particularly fresh in the night.

This is clearly a farmhouse!

Xiaobei wanted to go in and see who moved such a wealthy farmer to a corner of the hospital?

The small bottle on her chest turned from cold to hot, Xiaobei stopped in panic, the last time she was in distress at the peasant woman's house, the bottle was also warned in advance, it should be that the insects inside sensed the danger and notified her.

Xiaobei hurriedly hid in the cucumber field on the side and squatted down, his eyes were like torches, and he scanned the surroundings.

After a while, footsteps sounded from the path behind, the sound was very soft, and occasionally stepped on a dead branch with a crisp cracking sound.

Being a thief with a weak heart, Su Xiaobei is deeply aware of this, a few days ago she sneaked into Yu Bazi's house, and the mood at that time was not as excited as it is now, Xiaobei wanted to know who built a house in a small fishing village in the north here, if it was someone from her hometown, should she come out to say hello?

Thinking of this, she quickly shook her head, trying to shake off this unrealistic idea. The owner of the house, who was either rich or noble, did not build an isolated house in an elegant place, but chose a densely populated town or had an ulterior secret.

The person who can do this, except for the mysterious Quan Ye, there should be no second person, right?

The footsteps really stopped at the door, and Xiaobei carefully recalled that he had not destroyed the original appearance of the fence door, so he held his breath and looked at the person in front of him through the cucumber rack.

This person is thin, not tall, about 1.75 meters, wearing a soft hat on his head, a dark short-sleeved gown, and a pair of black cloth shoes on his feet.

The man pushed open the door and came in, walked under the eaves, and suddenly turned his head to look at the vegetable field, Xiaobei quickly lowered his head in fright, and prayed in his heart that this person would not come.

The more worried he was, the more he went straight to the edge of the vegetable field, squatted down and tended to the green cabbage for a while, stood up satisfied, and said to himself, "Tomorrow cabbage cake will be eaten." ”

After saying this, the man laughed out loud, seemed to be very satisfied with the life in front of him, and hummed a little song into the room, and in a short time a dim oil lamp lit up inside.

Xiaobei grabbed the bottle in his hand to get rid of the chill on his body, yes, this person is definitely her fellow countryman. To be exact, people from small counties.

The place where Xiaobei was reborn has a very strong dialect, which in the words of later generations is the smell of oysters.

This person only said one sentence just now, Xiaobei suddenly felt that the amiable Wan Sanye was talking, and unconsciously, a tear slipped out of the corner of her eye, homesick.

After the lights were turned off in the house, Xiaobei's legs were numb, and he finally stood up, and the ghost picked a cucumber before leaving quietly.

Early the next morning, Xiaobei got up with two dark circles under his eyes.

"Girl, what are you doing at night?" Chen Weixin came over fiercely, holding a root and eating half of the cucumber in his hand.

Xiaobei didn't wake up, his brain was dull, and it took a long time to focus his eyes.

"Third brother, the cucumber fell into the ditch later, did you wash it?"

Well?

Chen Weixin's face turned green, and he stood up and clasped his throat desperately.

At breakfast, Jin Mingxue looked at Chen Weixin, who was wilting, strangely, "Comrade Chen, are you uncomfortable?" ”

There was a plate of pickled cucumbers on the table, which was sour and smelly, and Chen Weixin "vomited" and vomited it next to him.

"Ignore him, probably because I'm happy." Xiaobei took a sip of porridge and said lightly.

Jin Mingxue held back a smile, "Miss Xiaobei, this place is no better than other places, I still care about your safety when I leave, you can't do things by temperament." ”

Xiaobei scratched his head embarrassedly, "Uncle Jin, do you know that I went out last night?" ”

"Comrade Chen told me this morning."

"I see, it won't be like this next time."

Chen Weixin came over holding his stomach and said angrily, "You honestly stay home and sleep today, and there are important tasks handed over to you in the afternoon, if you mess up, you don't want to see him again." ”

Xiaobei looked at him nervously, "Third brother, what's the matter?" ”

"In the afternoon, you will be sent to the Zhang Mansion as a handyman, and what you want to do, Lao Qi will find an opportunity to tell you."

"Third brother, can you tell me more about Master Quan?" Xiaobei asked with a serious expression.

"Tell me first, what did you do last night?"

Xiaobei thought for a while, and cautiously told what he found last night.

When Jin Mingxue came in from outside, he saw Chen Weixin staring at Su Xiaobei with a dark face, and the little girl lowered her head timidly, and the air pressure was extremely low.

Jin Mingxue hurriedly retracted his feet, patted his chest and ran out to breathe, "Oh, these two brothers are exactly the same when they get angry, I'd better stay away." ”

Squatting at the door and smoking a sweat cigarette, I saw three people coming in the distance, one of them was walking with a limp, with a wound on his face, his clothes were ragged, and after seeing Jin Mingxue, he excitedly accelerated his pace, "Is there palm oil here?" ”