Cheng Xiaodong held his breath and ran from the head of the village to the east of the village, and heard that outside a high-gate compound, the wide iron gate was painted with black paint, and it looked shiny and new.

Panting, Cheng Xiaodong leaned on the door, squinting through the crack in the door and looking inside.

There are no weeds on the ground paved with green bricks, and the vegetable garden walls on both sides are also made of red bricks, and in the direction of the left-hand side, you can see a small cowshed, and a carport, in which two bicycles with beams are placed.

But these are not what Cheng Xiaodong cares about, what he wants to see is whether the village chief is at home, and whether his ox cart is also at home.

may have been too close, his body pressed against the iron door, squeaked, the curtain was lifted, the village chief's wife glanced at the door with a basin, Cheng Xiaodong shrank in fright and squatted in the haystack next to him.

I don't know how long later, Cheng Xiaodong tiptoed out again, kept a distance from the iron gate, and looked inside.

"Dongzi, looking for the village chief's uncle?"

The voice that suddenly came out behind him scared Cheng Xiaodong, and when he turned around, he saw that it was Zhou Mingjun, a blacksmith from outside the village, and his son Zhou Zhiwu was one of his best playmates.

"Ah~, uncle, what are you doing here?"

Cheng Xiaodong grabbed the edge of his pants, wiped the sweat from his palms, looked at Zhou Mingjun squeezing and laughing, and asked calmly.

Zhou Mingjun shook the kitchen knife and hoe in his hand, looked at Cheng Xiaodong and said: "I went to the neighboring village to send kitchen knives and hoes to people, it's not that it rained two days ago, and it was delayed, okay, I won't talk to you anymore, Zhiwu is at home, go to play with him at home." ”

Hearing Cheng Xiaodong's sigh, Zhou Mingjun carried two things and left without looking back.

Cheng Xiaodong sat on the stone next to him panting, it was really scary and scared to death, this voice almost scared himself to death.

"By the way, I haven't seen the business yet!"

Cheng Xiaodong slapped his thigh, muttered, hurriedly walked to the iron gate, squinted his eyes and glanced inside, but did not see the ox cart, this time Cheng Xiaodong was also relieved, what his parents said before was right, otherwise he always thought that he was hallucinating.

No, Cheng Xiaodong was about to leave, but he suddenly turned around and took a look at the crack in the door, the cowshed was empty, where did the cow go, wasn't the cow sick, why wasn't it in the cowshed?

The more Cheng Xiaodong thought about it, the more strange it became, standing at the door of the village chief's house in a daze, and he didn't pay attention to the footsteps coming by next to him.

"Mud monkey, what are you doing standing here?"

Cheng Xiaodong came back to his senses, looked at the girl standing behind him, frowned slightly, and left directly without saying a word.

The daughter of the village chief's family, Lan Tiantian, has been pampered since she was a child, and looks down on them as the children of ordinary people, not to mention her pretentiousness and nobility on weekdays, and gives them a nickname, called Mud Monkey, every time she hears these three words, Cheng Xiaodong is unhappy in her heart, and she is too lazy to take care of her.

On the way home, I met people in the village, and they all greeted him with very strange words, what Dongzi is hello, what Dongzi is really not easy, and what else don't think too much, everyone is weird.

"Hurry, hurry up, Cheng Xiaodong is here, take care of the cow quickly."

Cheng Xiaodong saw that he was about to arrive home, and he was separated by five doors, and suddenly two five or six-year-old children next to him, one was blocking the cow, and the other was holding a bastard, looking at Cheng Xiaodong with vigilant eyes.

"Hey, Xiaohuzi, Xiaobao'er, what are you two doing here?"

Cheng Xiaodong grinned, and just as he was about to walk over, he was hit with a stick from Xiao Bao'er, impartially, directly on the numb tendons of his thighs, Cheng Xiaodong looked at the two of them with pain holding on to the wall.