Lin Xiaohu was stunned by Xie Lingyan's ridicule, "Inexplicable, does this matter?" ”

"You forgot what Ah Kun said, people here are complicated, be careful about everything." Xie Lingyan became serious.

"What do you mean? Do you see that the store is a black store? Lin Xiaohu was not convinced, "Lao Wei, is that a black shop?" ”

"I don't know, but a hotel in this kind of place may not be able to open for three years, and if it opens, it won't take three years."

"Oh, where are you going?"

"Let's take a look at the situation here, and then ask someone where Babuwang lives."

"What about the group just now? Isn't it possible to ask for a way? ”

"Most of the people who smoke and play cards in the village store all day long are idle people, who are used to stealing chickens and touching dogs, and they may not dare to kill people and set fires, and there are still bad stomachs."

"Oh, there's that kind of talk."

"People's hearts, they are all the same, they are the same everywhere, you are on the Internet, you can see what people say and do, can you see many ways differently, which is real, which slippery, which is open, which is wanted, and the same is true in reality."

"You know that, too?" Lin Xiaohu turned to Xie Lingyan and looked at her in disbelief.

"What do you say, you don't want to think about what the old lady does, a computer fat house like you, out of the house, it's an endless hell, it's terrible."

Lin Xiaohu blinked his eyes, as if he remembered something, and nodded sincerely.

The town was not small, at least four or five villages, and was formed close to the center, and the main street was the main road that ran through the town, and there were several roads connecting the villages.

However, the population is not large, the distribution of households is sparse, and the households on both sides of the road are denser, about 200 households, arranged together in a regular manner, there are bamboo and wooden houses, and there are also red brick and gray brick houses.

In the town, there are also a few scattered shops, and there are very few modern goods, most of them are canned food, instant noodles, tobacco and alcohol, etc., and the rest of the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar are mostly in bulk, and more are all kinds of mountain goods and food made by the locals themselves.

The owner of the commissary said that only the store at the entrance of the village had a refrigerator, and that the only way to go was to drink a cold beer.

The electricity in the town comes from a small hydroelectric power station on a river, and the voltage is not very stable.

Some people have satellite TV receivers and can receive a handful of free TV channels.

If you feel that the mobile phone signal is not good, you can try to turn around - there were originally three signal base stations, and one was stolen and sold for scrap metal. The one who got a thousand cuts.

Wei Qingyun and the three of them entered the two commissaries, and after buying beer, they asked the boss about Babuwang's whereabouts.

Unexpectedly, when the other party saw Babuwang's photo, he immediately shook his head and denied it. This is true of two in a row.

"I can't ask about Babuwan anymore." Wei Qingyun instructed Lin Xiaohu and Xie Lingyan.

"Why?" Lin Xiaohu asked rhetorically.

"As soon as they saw the photo of Babuwang, they immediately denied it, which just shows that they know him."

"Then why do they deny it?"

"I also think it's strange," Xie Lingyan answered, "Looking at their expressions, they should have recognized who that person was at first sight, but they all quickly shook their heads and denied it." ”

"It seems that the place of right and wrong at the entrance of the village still can't be avoided," Wei Qingyun said, starting the car and continuing to walk.

They heard about a Chinese named Lao Zhang, who said that he was Chinese, and the locals called them "Chinese." ”

He is a master of a porcelain factory, which is equivalent to the category of "technical director" and "technical consultant" in modern corporate terminology.

Lao Zhang's family is also a big family in the local area, and the three sons opened their own porcelain factories, and all of them moved to Ranong Mansion to live. There are only Lao Zhang and his wife left at home.

Lao Zhang helped people look at the kiln in the early years, and his eyes fell into trouble, but now he doesn't do much work, and every day he takes a big yellow dog to his own porcelain kiln to pass the comfortable time in his old age.

Wei Qingyun decided to spend the night at Lao Zhang's house.

His house is a brick house, the house, the courtyard wall, and the gate are built with Chinese characteristics, which is quite generous in the local opinion.

It was Lao Zhang's daughter-in-law who answered the door, and at a glance recognized Wei Qingyun and the three as Chinese, and smiled from ear to ear at the moment, while calling his wife out, he quickly let the three in.

Lao Zhang's family is a very traditional Chinese, the hall is in the middle of the ancestral tablet, Confucius statue, Guan Gong statue, some decorations also have a lot of dragon and phoenix symbols.

Respecting the heavens and the ancestors is a concept in the bones of the Chinese.

"Sometimes three or five months, sometimes half a year and a year, sometimes Chinese come to the house, you are not welcome, everyone is Chinese, they are all descendants of Yanhuang, the descendants of the dragon, ah, don't be polite, just be at home."

Lao Zhang's Chinese is not so authentic, according to him, his ancestors fled from Yangzhou all the way south to Nanyang hundreds of years ago in order to escape the massacre of the Manchurian Tartars.

His Chinese language has been passed down from generation to generation by his ancestors, Lao Zhang said as he pointed to a bookshelf with some ancient thread-bound books neatly stacked on it, such as "Analects" and "Tao Te Ching".

Lao Zhang said that he refused to accept the money, so Wei Qingyun moved down two boxes of some canned food, cigarettes and alcohol that he had just bought in Chunpeng Mansion, pushed and delayed, and finally accepted it.

After seeing Babuwang's photos, Lao Zhang did not hide it, saying that he knew this person, but he was not very familiar with it, and he had not done porcelain kilns for several years, so he was even more unfamiliar.

"That person has a strange nature, even with the Tai people, and he doesn't deal much with them," Lao Zhang said with a smile, "how can such a person do business?" The porcelain kiln is half-dead, very reluctantly. ”

If you ask again, you can't say anything, you can't even say where he lives, you used to just go to Fucheng to deliver goods or something, everyone will meet, it's just a nodding friendship, and I haven't said a few words.

I heard that the three of them wanted to go to the commissary at the entrance of the town, but Lao Zhang insisted on going with them, saying that those people were very slippery, and he was afraid that they would suffer.

Wei Qingyun finally rejected his kindness, afraid that he would be accompanied by locals, but he couldn't find any news.

"That's good, that's good, go, don't be afraid, there are dozens of Chinese families in this town, everyone is very united, and they don't dare to do anything." Lao Zhang patted his chest and said proudly.

When the three of them arrived at the entrance of the town, it was nearly nine o'clock. There are more people playing cards under the pergola, at least three or five tables, as well as a few game consoles, two billiard tables, and many people are playing.

The weather was very hot and humid, the clothes were all pasted on the body, and the whole person seemed to be wrapped in a cage.

The three of them went to the commissary to buy a few bottles of cold beer and some homemade ice cream – the place was so remote that the brands couldn't be shipped.

The owner of the commissary is Malay. After a few sentences, Wei Qingyun asked him if he knew where Babuwang lived.

"Babuwang?" The boss was stunned for a moment, and immediately grinned, "Haha, there are still people looking for that suffocating ghost these days, who are you?" ”

"Friend, we knew him when he was a soldier."

"Oh, that's right," the Malay man's face sank, and his eyes rolled, before he said, "Then you should look for Abang, he is familiar with this place, he should know that Ngawang is a smothering ghost, everyone in a town rarely interacts with people, and few people know about him." ”

After saying this, the Malays closed their mouths tightly and put on a posture of chasing customers.

"Abang?" Wei Qingyun laughed and asked again.

The Malay didn't speak, but pointed out the door.