"Alive, I'd rather be Uncle Yao'er!" , the old peasant brother with a Kansai accent interrupted Wu Yan again and again when he was just about to have breakfast today.

Since the last time the haunted matter of the hotel in Dayong City was resolved, life still had to go on, and Wu Yan, who had recovered his injuries, returned directly to his base camp, Jiangcheng.

Wu Yan, who was still worried about his debts, didn't expect that another business would come to his door the day after he returned.

"Ahem, I'm not fresh." , Wu Yan didn't understand when he had a nickname for freshness, there were many liars who called him, and he was the first to call himself food.

"What? You're not alive? I came out of the village to work, and Li Dazhu told me that you are really alive! Did I recognize the wrong person? Your name is Wu... Why do you pronounce this word? The old farmer let go of the hand that had been holding Wu Yan tightly, raised his wrinkled forehead, and took out a piece of paper that had been kneaded into pickles from his blue shirt that had been washed and faded.

Li Dazhu?

Oh! The housekeeper in the villa before!

Yes, now that I am so famous that my customers take the initiative to sell for me?

"My name is Wu Yi!".

"That's right! It's Wu Yi! It's alive, if you don't agree to Russia's request today, Russia won't leave! When the old farmer heard it, it was this name, and he searched for it in vain, and finally found the wrong person, and immediately seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw, and once again covered Wu Yi's hands with his thick hands full of calluses and wrinkles.

"Don't worry, don't worry, tell me what happened? Wu silly! Serve tea! Wu Yi opened the bench for the old farmer with a pleasant face, and at the same time sharply ordered Wu Du, who was still upstairs to eat with Dabai, to make tea.

But this embarrassed Wu Silly's little head.

When did we have such a luxury as tea?

"Alive, I'd rather listen to Russia! Recently, we don't know what the reason is, but all of them have been infected and died. The old farmer patted his pants, looked at the clean chair, hesitated, and did not sit down, but still stood in place.

"Is it a plague? In that case, you should find a better veterinarian instead of me! Wu Yan was a little helpless, although he would do a lot of things for money, but he specialized in the art industry, and he still had to ask a professional doctor for treatment.

"We've found it! But the group of doctors also got sick somehow, and now there is nothing they can do, this village chief thinks that there is something unclean doing evil, looking for the mage, just Li Dazhu said that he knows a living fresh, I will not find it, it will be harvested soon, and then it will be sown again, if you don't hurry up, the crops in the whole village will not be able to catch up! The old farmer was very anxious, if the ploughing oxen in charge of farming still died, the peasants who could not catch up with the sowing would have to drink the northwest this year.

Wu Yan understood, and the veterinarian didn't know how these livestock animals were infected, and he couldn't find the reason, so he thought that something evil was causing trouble, so he found himself.

In this case, if there is business coming to the door, it is natural to take it.

But...

Wu Yan took a large look at the old peasant in front of him, with a faded shirt, patched dark green trousers, and mud-stained rubber shoes, if the people in their village were in this state, how much could they pay themselves?

"Well, uncle, how much are you going to pay this time?" , Wu Yi beat a drum in his heart, he has not had any income in the business several times in a row, to be precise, the more he works, the more he loses money, he doesn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past.

"Don't worry, if you really solve the problem, this piece of gold lump will be all for you to pay for it!" , Who knew that after the old farmer looked around for a week, he actually took out a small piece of tightly wrapped newspaper from the pocket on the inside of his clothes, but as the newspaper was spread, a gold nugget that looked like it weighed at least 60 grams was exuding a dazzling money light, so that Wu Yan couldn't take his eyes off.

60 grams!

Now the price of gold is 505 yuan per gram, and 60 grams is 30,000 yuan!

I really didn't expect the old farmer in front of him to be unattractive, but as soon as he made a move, he was worth more than Wu Yi's entire value!

Wu Yan just wanted to reach out and grab the gold in front of him, but the old farmer quickly rewrapped it and put it back in the inside pocket of his shirt.

"Don't worry, after the thing is done, these are your drops!" The old farmer covered his shirt, afraid of being seen by others.

"Good! I've taken this job! Wu silly! Tea too! Why hasn't it come yet! Wu Yan seemed to see his father, and the smile on his face was even more enthusiastic, as long as the money was in place, everything was easy to say!

"It's coming, it's coming!" , Wu Silly hurriedly ran downstairs with two cups of brown and green water under Wu Yi's constant urging, and placed them in front of the two of them accurately, this time, she didn't break the cup.

Wu Yi made a gesture of please, and drank it with the old farmer without carefully looking at what was brewed in the cup.

"Poof! The people in this city drink low things and the village drops, but they can't compare, and the tea drinks salty drops? The old farmer seemed to squirt out all his bile, and the brownish-green liquid was mixed with pickles for drinking porridge in the morning!

It turned out that Wu Silly, who couldn't find the tea leaves, actually soaked the pickles with boiling water!

"At least... It looks like tea leaves! Wu Yi, who felt Wu Yan's murderous gaze, shrank his neck in fear, and said a reason that made Wu Yan want to praise her for being smart.

No matter how much it looks like it, you can't treat pickles as tea!

"That's alive, I'll come to Ning again tomorrow, and then Ning will go back to the village with me, will you miss it?" , the old farmer didn't seem to be able to stand the taste of pickle tea, and turned around to leave.

"Yes, of course, you are welcome at any time tomorrow!" , Wu Yan squeezed out a brighter smile and followed him all the way out of the store.

After warmly sending the old farmer away, he turned around as if he had changed his face, and pinched Wu Du's immature cheeks that he couldn't dodge.

Unbeknownst to him, this village did not only send one person to find the mage, but another group of Zhengyi, one of the orthodoxes of the two great great sects of the present time, had also accepted the entrustment of the villagers and would rush to this village persecuted by demons together.

But this village seems to have its own hidden secrets.

But obviously, Wu Yi doesn't know anything now, and he doesn't need to know, he is now busy packing the luggage for himself and Wu Silly to leave tomorrow.