As the car drove onto the highway, except for the driver and Jiang Daoli, everyone else looked drowsy.

Jiang Daoli looked at the rapidly retreating street sign outside the window, but he didn't feel the slightest sleep.

That's a weird job, isn't it?

Jiang Daoli was ready to buy mineral water and take his mobile phone to open the navigation for everyone.

Although "Midday News" is not a high-level program, it is much better than this interview haunting!

Wang Yang's **** ...... Jiang Daoli squeezed the mineral water bottle in his hand tightly.

When they arrived at their destination, the group went directly to the village chief's house.

The information given to everyone by the village chief is almost like this.

Yangcun is a village in Changping County, a suburb of the capital, backed by a big mountain, and the village is at the foot of the mountain.

This mountain is called Cuiyun Mountain, and the relationship between Yangcun and this mountain has been maintained for many generations.

The people of Yangcun seem to have settled here in the late Yuan and early Ming dynasties.

There are no beasts or anything like that on Cuiyun Mountain, but there are many snakes and many kinds of herbs.

There are not many households at the foot of the mountain who choose to farm, and at most they plant green onion seedlings in the yard.

The so-called relying on the mountains to eat the mountains and rely on the water to draft the water, most of the economic resources of the people of Yangcun rely on those herbs.

Because the population of Yang Village is not too large, Cuiyun Mountain is so big, and the herbal resources are also very rich, which is completely enough to feed the people of this village.

The county also sent experts to investigate whether this Cuiyun Mountain could be developed, but the village chief of Yang Village was extremely uncooperative, and even more than 100 villagers looked like they wanted to have a conflict with the government.

So the county gave up here, and said that there was a subsidy for the people in the village on weekdays, and since then, except for the children who can go to school outside, they will take care of everything, and the villagers are self-sufficient.

However, the people of Yangcun don't care, and they live happily.

Men would go up the mountain in the early morning to collect the herbs, and at three or four o'clock in the afternoon, after finishing the day's harvest, the women would prepare the meal, and the whole family would finish the meal together, and wait for the people from the pharmaceutical factory to collect these natural herbs in the evening.

Like the county government, the pharmaceutical factory also wanted to maximize the resources of Cuiyun Mountain, but the environment on the mountain was complicated and their manpower was too small, so they had to do it.

Relying on the villagers to collect medicines, in fact, for the pharmaceutical factory, the profit is already considerable.

Recently, a family surnamed Zhou in the village had a strange incident.

Like other families, this family also relies on medicine collection to maintain the economy, 32-year-old Zhou Qiang is the pillar, and there are 7-year-old sons and 4-year-old daughters below, and the family's life has been peaceful.

But a week ago, after Zhou Qiang came down the mountain, he returned home covered in blood, and Zhou Qiang's wife Liu Hui called 120 at that time.

Although Yangcun is a village that almost no one cares about, this is due to the xenophobia of Yangcun people, which does not mean that it is very remote.

In the early years, the township government wanted to develop tourism in the whole township, and the traffic was smooth in the concrete fields of the villages, but because the county had been shelving the appropriation, tourism had not developed.

After being sent to the hospital, it was found that Zhou Qiang only suffered some external injuries, which were not particularly serious, so the hospital sent their family home after simple treatment.

The first two days were fine, Zhou Qiang looked fine, Liu Hui has been taking care of her, and her neighbor Wang Er often came over to ask for warmth.

But after the first two days, Zhou Qiang began to be confused when he spoke, and slowly began to recognize people, and even his favorite little daughter was no longer recognized.

According to the people in the village, Zhou Qiang went up the mountain to collect medicine this time, which angered the mountain god, and it was the mountain god who sent a little ghost to torture him like this.

Fortunately, the village chief is an atheist, and in order to prevent the people in the village from making rumors and panicking, he took the initiative to find the township government because he didn't have much contact with the outside world.

After the township government came, they found that they couldn't solve this matter, so they thought about letting the county media report it and put it on TV, so everyone shouldn't think about it.

It just so happened that a reporter from Beijing TV was on a business trip in Changping, and he learned about it and gave feedback to his superiors.

Then there was this interview with Jiang Daoli.

After listening to what the village chief said, Jiang Daoli felt that it was a pity that this old man didn't go to tell the story......

What about Nima's whole bunch of ghost stories?

You must know that our country is Marxist-Leninist!

Do you have to say that a normal village is isolated from the rest of the world, a bit of a spectrum?

Deliberately creating an atmosphere of terror?

Jiang Daoli saw that the village chief was going to say something to Shen Chongwei, and his heart became inexplicably irritable, which seemed to be the reason for the heavy humidity in this Yang Village.

He came to the door, ready to smoke a cigarette.

At this time, the sun was hanging high, shining directly on the bluestone paved floor in the courtyard, but Jiang Daoli still felt that the moisture could not be wiped away.

It hasn't rained lately, has it? Jiang Daoli grabbed the cigarette in his mouth with his right hand, squatted down, and touched the floor with his left hand.

Well...... Dry......

"Xiao Jiang, what are you doing? Let's go, go to Zhou Qiang's house, and do business first. Shen Chongwei came out of the village chief's house and saw Jiang Daoli squatting on the ground and shouted loudly.

Jiang Daoli responded, watched the village chief close the door, and left with the group.

……

"Brother, it's already here."

"Hmm."

The village chief hung up the phone, smiled, and got up and walked out the door.

Zhou Qiang's house is in the northwest corner of Yang Village.

The cameraman, known as Brother Zhao, held the camera in his left hand and kicked the stones on the side of the road with his right foot, saying, "This village chief feels quite normal." ”

Shen Chongwei nodded, and then shook his head again: "Let's finish the interview by dividing it by two, and strive to rush back to Taili before eight o'clock in the evening." ”

Jiang Daoli walked at the back, thinking about things.

Listening to the chat of the colleagues in front of me, the boredom in my heart is a little less.

"Smack."

He was walking a little slowly, he had fallen behind, and was about to speed up his pace when a voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Let's go."

The voice seemed to change its key, and it rang again.

This...... What is the sound? Jiang Daoli felt a little inexplicably uncomfortable, he looked around, but he didn't find anything valuable.

"Hey, young man, you're also from the TV station, right? Why not join your colleagues? ”

The voice of the voice came from his head, and Jiang Daoli looked around before, but forgot to look at his head.

The previous strange noise was made by small rubble falling to the ground.

The voice came from the man who didn't know what to do on the roof.

"Uncle, are you repairing the roof?"

"No, our Yangcun is damp, look at my top, some places are white, and we have to repaint."

Jiang Daoli was confused when he heard it: "What white?" ”

"The roof is white"

…… What is this?

Aren't you living in a tiled house?

Jiang Daoli felt that the people in this Yang Village seemed to be stranger than the other.

He said hello to the man on the roof, and hurried towards Shen Chongwei and them.

……

When the man on the roof saw Jiang Daoli go away, the dry cigarette in his hand knocked on the tiles, lit it and took a puff.

"There's really something wrong with this village chief, why did he call people from the TV station? That week ......"

"Ugh." ――

It's terrifying!

Kneel down and beg for a zero-score essay in this year's college entrance examination.