Rain cats and dogs

On the winding mountain road, the group trudged hard.

"Master Tian, are we really going there?"

A thin local youth seemed to hesitate and asked in the local dialect, "Haven't there been a lot of strange things going on there lately?" ”

On this country bus, most of the locals know a little about the recent bizarre rumors in Watsui Village, and their faces are a little shaken.

The theory of ghosts and gods, although ethereal, still has a deterrent effect.

"You told me not to go there, where can I go?"

Tian Yourong, who used to be a soldier, did not have a good temper, turned around and said: "Go back to the nearest township, you have to walk for at least a few hours on this kind of rainy day, and you will freeze to death before you get there."

There's no signal here, and the devil knows when the city will find out we're gone,

Do you want someone to come and save you now, your father is the county magistrate? The county magistrate's son still takes the bus? ”

The thin young man choked silently, opened his mouth, and lowered his head.

Among the passengers, the outsiders began to ask the locals about the news of the village, and after hearing the few words, everyone's faces were not good-looking.

"Okay, okay, don't think about it, let's go to the village to find a place to rest first, change clothes, and we'll figure out a way when the rain stops."

The driver, Tian Yourong, clapped his palms and let the people who were drenched in soup follow him, and walked along the metal guardrail on the edge of the winding mountain road towards Dusheng Village.

Watsui Village is indeed a fairly remote mountain village,

Connecting the village head and the bus station is a cement road that takes more than ten minutes.

This cement road was built by Lu Maodian, the small boss of the construction company.

Originally, there was only a gravel path, and on rainy days, pedestrians on the road would fall and bleed if they were not careful.

A group of people who were depressed struggled to move forward in the mighty rain curtain,

After walking around the corner of a mountain road, an ordinary village nestled among the mountains comes into view.

Farmland, ponds, forests, mud houses, small cottages, radio hanging on telephone poles at the entrance of the village, all kinds of cars parked on the side of the road.

It looks like it's no different from any other village.

“....”

Li Ang, who was walking alone at the end of the line, tilted his mouth and wiped the sweat from his wig, and pretended to look at the Dusheng Village with disdain.

Just now, he suddenly found that his cat's eye had lost its spiritual vision, and no matter how much he drove it, he couldn't see through this heavy rain curtain.

As for the cat's eye's ability to create illusions, it can be used normally.

Here, there are quirks.

Li Ang retracted his gaze and saw that in front of the team, the driver, Tian Yourong, was talking to several middle-aged villagers wearing raincoats and carrying hoes.

In order to avoid the farmland being flooded by heavy rains, these villagers have just returned from repairing the canal, and the team is led by Lu Maocai, the youngest son of the village chief Lu Gui, who is the younger brother of the client Lu Maodian.

Li Ang, who was at the back of the team, looked at Lu Maocai, a tall man with five big and three thick, hearty and talkative.

According to the information sent by the mule, Lu Maodian is short and fat and dark-skinned, in stark contrast to his younger brother Lu Maocai, and the two brothers really have a bit of Wu Song and Wu Dalang's immediate sense.

Completely unaware that someone in the team was spying on his Lu Maocai, he warmly greeted this group of passengers trapped in the mountains,

Go to his father's house, that is, the village chief Lu Gui, to rest, drink some hot water and eat some food.

The passengers were grateful, and many took out wet banknotes from their wallets to pay, but Lu Maocai politely refused.

Under the guidance of the villagers, the group rushed to the three-story villa home of the village chief Lu Gui.

This small villa was built by Lu Gui's son Lu Maodian with money, a mix of Chinese and foreign styles, how awkward it is, how awkward it is,

Although the house is spacious and bright, there are not many furnishings, and with the pale walls, there is always a feeling of being too empty.

No way, most of the aesthetics of the countryside are like this.

Although Lu Gui is nearly seventy years old, he is radiant, in good spirits, and kind when he smiles.

Due to the signal cut off during the rainstorm, he asked his son Lu Maocai to go to the villagers' homes to get clothes and food, and after the passengers changed their clothes, they gathered at the big round table to eat.

"Entertaining guests is a traditional virtue of our Watsai Village."

Lu Gui, who drank a little wine, turned a little red, and said to the passengers with a smile: "You guys, just live in our village now, I will tell the people in the village that each family will vacate a house tonight for you to live in."

When the rain stops, I will mobilize the masses and help you clear the road. ”

"Thank you then."

Driver Tian Yourong said sincerely.

This rainstorm doesn't look like it's going to stop anytime soon, and even if a bus is found missing in the city, it will be difficult to come to the rescue on this rainy day, so it's better to listen to the village chief's arrangement.

"Dad, Dad! Is the person I invited here? ”

A loud and gruff voice sounded outside the door, and a stocky man in a suit walked into the room, followed by a woman with heavy makeup who was a circle younger than him.

There is no doubt that this short and fat man is Lu Maodian, the client of this mission, and the one next to him should be his second wife Pan Xia.

"Who? I didn't see it. ”

The village chief Lu Gui responded, asked his daughter-in-law Jia Hong to take the wet suit on his son, and beckoned Lu Maodian to come over for dinner.

"Please..."

The driver, Tian Yourong, kept an eye on him, but Lu Maodian glanced at the passengers sitting together, closed his mouth, and didn't mention what happened just now.

Li Ang knew in his heart that Lu Maodian was referring to the person he entrusted the mule to find for him who could solve the special incident.

It's just that now the mountain road is cut off, and God knows if the "helper" arrived in time,

Or maybe he's lurking among these passengers...

As a small accomplished entrepreneur, it is Lu Maodian's passive skill to observe words and looks, he beckons everyone to drink and eat, and at the same time observes silently.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors, I see that everyone has eaten almost enough,

Village Chief Lu Gui coughed, glanced at everyone, and said slowly,

"I'm sure you've all heard some rumors about our Washii Village, but they're all nonsense.

However, I would like to ask you not to pay attention to any movement you hear at night, and just go to sleep.

Whether it's knocking on the door, scratching the door, shouting for help, don't leave the door open. ”

The village chief's words made the passengers a little commotion, and Tian Yourong pursed his lips, ".... What do you mean? ”

"Nothing."

Lu Gui's old face showed a strange smile, "It's just that there will be wild boars and jackals at night, and they will sneak into the village..."

With that, he stood up, commanded the villagers, and led the passengers to their assigned housing.

Wild boars and jackals, will they shout for help outside the door....