Cui Zhi looked at the mobile phone on the table seriously, bit it, and whispered: "I obviously said that I will go to Qingshi Village together today...... No, I'm going to get Meng Meng back~"

Cui Zhi rushed out of the courtyard and was about to leave in a hurry, but saw Huang Xiaolian glancing at Cui Zhi and shouted: "Apprentice, you are going there, we are going to Qingshi Village soon!" ”

Uncle Ming looked at Cui Zhi, smiled, and said, "The girl went out with her grandmother, what else are you worried about!" ”

When Mu Mu heard this, his eyes rolled, and he hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, Mengmeng is with her grandmother, it's okay, it's not early now, let's go to Qingshi Village quickly!" ”

Cui Zhi sighed, his whole spirit sank all at once, and he said listlessly: "Okay, let's go on the road." ”

Qingshi Village is a little far from Huangquan Village, because the road is a bit rugged, so even if you ride a bicycle, it is difficult to get on the road, there is no way to get off, everyone has to walk.

"Brother Xiaozhi, drink some water!"

"Brother Xiaozhi, are you tired, wipe your sweat~"

"Brother Xiaozhi, why don't you ignore me~"

Along the way, Mu Mu greeted Cui Zhi to drive away the cold, but Cui Zhi didn't appreciate it at all, the whole person was listless, deaf, holding his hands on his chest, just helplessly looking at the sky above his head.

"Brother Xiao Zhi !!"

After Mu Mu was ignored by Cui Zhi, he let out a loud roar, which made Cui Zhi come back to his senses all of a sudden, and his eyes suddenly brightened, and said, "What, did Meng Meng follow?" ”

Cui Zhi looked back, but on the rugged mountain road behind him, there were only some weeds and strange rocks, and there was not even a figure at all, seeing this, Cui Zhi sighed and continued to walk forward.

"Hmph, you only have Meng Meng in your eyes, is she that good?"

Mu Mu looked at Cui Zhiyuan's back and complained a little.

After Cui Zhi and the others arrived in Qingshi Village, according to what his grandmother said, the deceased was called Wang Jianhui, in his forties, and his nickname was Lao Wang (cough cough, not Lao Wang next door), as long as Lao Wang was mentioned in Qingshi Village, the entire Qingshi Village people knew it.

After Huang Xiaolian came to Qingshi Village, she looked around, only to see that the air in Qingshi Village was fresh, and there were green fields as far as the eye could see, which was as good as the scenery of Huangquan Village, and it also made Huang Xiaolian's confidence grow all of a sudden. ”

The old farmer is also an understanding person, I saw that the old farmer was wrapped in a yellow cloth on his head, his skin was dark, his face was full of wrinkles, and he looked like a standard countryman, he saw that Huang Xiaolian and the others were from other villages, and he must have inquired with him, so he took Huang Xiaolian's cigarette, nodded, and said politely: "What's the matter, you can tell it." ”

"Old man, that's the case, we came from Huangquan Village, and I asked you about Lao Wang, do you know where his family lives?"

As soon as Huang Xiaolian's voice fell, the old man looked at Huang Xiaolian and the others like aliens, as if there was a thief in the village, Huang Xiaolian was very uncomfortable, and thought that she had said something wrong, and was about to say something, but she saw the old man suddenly speak up and said, "Are you looking for that old man?" ”

"It's such an old man, we came here to do the funeral for Lao Wang, that is, Wang Jianhui, so I want to ask where Lao Wang's family lives?"

When the old farmer heard Huang Xiaolian say this, his face was as thin as white paper, like a dead man's face, and his voice trembled a little, and said: "I advise you, go back and forth from where you are, don't look for any Lao Wang, there is no such person in our village!" ”

After saying that, the old farmer walked three times and turned around, with fear in his eyes, as if he had seen a ghost, and slipped faster than a rabbit.

Huang Xiaolian looked at the old farmer's reaction, frowned and said, "This person is really strange, we are not ghosts!" ”

With Uncle Ming's understanding of his grandmother, what they want to do is definitely not that simple.

Next, along the way, everyone asked passers-by about Lao Wang, but after the villagers heard Lao Wang's name, a touch of fear appeared in everyone's eyes, which made Huang Xiaolian a little frustrated.

As soon as I arrived in Qingshi Village, I ate a turtle, and the angry Huang Xiaolian stepped on a big stone and said angrily: "I don't believe in this evil today, I have to ask where Lao Wang lives!" ”

Just when Huang Xiaolian was pointing at the sky and cursing, Cui Zhi pulled the corner of Huang Xiaolian's clothes and said, "Master, look, look!" ”

Huang Xiaolian followed Cui Zhi's fingers, and saw that under a big tree, the old farmer was sitting before, and Uncle Ming was walking in the direction of the old farmer.

"Hmph, I asked so many people and didn't ask, I don't believe that this hillbilly can find out anything from the old farmer's mouth!"

Uncle Ming walked towards the old farmer, the old farmer heard the footsteps behind him, turned his head, his face changed, and he was about to get up, and said: "It's really annoying, why are you guys again, I said it, there is no Lao Wang in our village, you better go back quickly, so as not to lose face is small, and loss of life is big!" ”

Uncle Ming is also a chronic man, I saw him take out a leaf cigarette, put the cigarette into the pipe, lit the fire, just took two puffs, pressed down the old farmer who was about to get up, sat next to him, handed the cigarette to the old farmer, and said: "Come, old man, smoke me, that old immortal cigarette, I can't smoke it!" ”

"! also said that Lao Tzu's Chinese cigarettes are not strong, this hillbilly, I will beat him to death! ”

When Huang Xiaolian on the side heard this, she was so angry that she was about to rush up and beat someone, but she was stopped by Cui Zhi and said, "Master, master, impulsiveness is the devil, you calm down, maybe Uncle Ming can really ask!" ”

"Hmph, dead hillbilly!"

Huang Xiaolian raised her head high, but her ears were directly pricked up, and Cui Zhi, who was looking at it, laughed for a while, kept shaking his head, and said, "Master, you are so cute!" ”

The old farmer took a few puffs, and the cigarette given by Huang Xiaolian before frowned, and he threw the cigarette away, and said in his mouth: "Well, it's not hard!" ”

The old farmer looked at Uncle Ming, Mu Ne took the pipe in Uncle Ming's hand, but he didn't dislike it, he pecked twice, and suddenly a smile appeared on his face, and said, "Come on, come on, this cigarette is made by yourself!" ”

"Yes, I've been smoking for decades, and I'm not used to it."

The old farmer is also an honest man, always feel that he is soft, although it is just a cigarette, but he still feels that he has to be a man, the old farmer slowly spit out a puff of smoke from his mouth, and said slowly: "Actually, I have no malice, I am also for your good." ”

"What do you say, old man?"

The old farmer's dark face had a trace of sadness, and he said: "This old king, that is, Wang Jianhui, has been dead for two years, but he has not been buried for two years. ”