But I looked back and thought about it, if Wu Lin really saw the silent Taoist, and the silent Taoist said that there was such a clothed mound in the Woodman Valley. Then this mound of clothes and mound in the general sense should not be the same meaning.

The silent Taoist deliberately used such a word, which must have his deep meaning.

I asked Wu Lin, "Do you know where the Woodman Valley is?" ”

"Yes." As he spoke, Wu Lin turned his gaze to me: "You must not have imagined what the current Muren Valley has become. ”

"What has become of it, it will not become a bathing street."

Wu Lin sighed through his nose and ignored me.

But what did the look of extreme contempt on his face mean, and I didn't say anything out of tune, right, what was going on in his head?

After going down the mountain, Wu Lin drove me to Yanshi, he was not in a hurry to go to the Valley of the Woods, he first found a good hotel, let me take care of myself first, and then he took me to eat barbecue and drink beer.

It is really rare to hear the words "eat barbecue and drink beer" from Wu Lin's mouth, and I really can't imagine that there is such a loss of fireworks under the cold skin of his deputy Zhang.

The inn where we stayed was opened in an urban village in Yanshi, so it is an urban village, but it is actually a part of the city, because the lights of the village are perfectly connected with the city, and it is full of similar inns, as well as snack bars everywhere, all kinds of storefronts from high-end doorways to small roadside stalls, after dark, you can see tourists and diners everywhere in this area, and the excitement in the air makes me very ...... Not adapting.

The reason why I know that this is an urban village is because in a dim alley, there is still a boundary monument of the village, which seems to be renovated from time to time, but because no one cares about it after the repair, it is covered with dust and has long been dirty, but it is located in a dark place, and no one will notice it at night when the streets and alleys are illuminated.

It is also worth mentioning that the village faces the city to the north and the mountains to the south, and the village is very lively on one side, and the other is as cold as the wild hills of Artemisia Slope, and the huge contrast gives people a very discordant feeling.

Ordinary people may not feel such a sense of disobedience, but because the visual distance of the ghost eye is too long, I inadvertently take in this strange scenery.

I took a shower, changed my clothes, and followed Wu Lin out like a dog.

Walking on the brightly lit road, Wu Lin turned his eyes to the mountain south of the village and said lightly: "It's really a good place." ”

I also subconsciously glanced towards the other side of the mountain: "It is indeed a good place, at least better than this kind of crowded street." ”

Wu Lin's face darkened for a moment, and then he didn't speak again.

I remember a few years ago, Wu Lin's temperament was not so stable, and he always gave people a feeling of schizophrenia, but at that time, I could understand his thoughts most of the time. Now that his temperament is stable, no matter what time it is, there is a lifeless breath all over his body, but the more he doesn't change, the more I can't see through it.

For now, I always feel that everything Wu Lin said to me seems to have a deep meaning, but you can't guess what the deep meaning is.

However, one thing I guessed was that the legendary Yanshi Woodman Valley should be near this village.

Wu Lin took me into a small alley, there is a very small barbecue restaurant in this place, the door is small, the store is also small, there are three or five small round tables in the whole store, the owner is a middle-aged man in his forties, when we entered the store, he came to ask us what we were eating with a sad face, and after serving us draft beer, he entered the kitchen with a sad face.

Except for me and Wu Lin, there were no other guys in the restaurant, and there were no other diners, although it was deserted, it was also quiet.

Wu Lin took a rag, wiped a table near the corner, and beckoned me to sit down.

I looked around at the environment of the small shop and couldn't help frowning: "With such a store, I'm afraid it won't be able to attract customers." ”

Wu Lin raised his chin towards the kitchen and whispered, "He doesn't make money by opening a store. The owner of this shop is the least business-savvy person here, the best craftsman, and the richest man in the area. ”

"He's a man of trade."

"It used to be, but now the people in the industry have forgotten about him."

"He's from the Valley of the Woodmen?" I asked in a low voice.

Wu Lin just stared at the kitchen door silently, not saying a word.

I asked, "Is this shop an industry in the Woodman Valley?" ”

Only then did Wu Lin speak: "In this village, all the storefronts are the industry of the Wood Man Valley. This is the Valley of the Woodmen. ”

I often hear people say that the people in the Woodman Valley like to live in a shallow way and rarely have contact with the outside world, but I didn't expect that the so-called Woodman Valley would be such a small village scattered in the market.

Wu Lin's words were not finished: "Almost 100% of the people living in this village now are tourists and migrant workers, but all the properties are in the name of one person, and only this big landlord is the only one who was born and raised in the village." ”

He said that all these times, his eyes were fixed on the kitchen door.

Listening to Wu Lin's meaning, the owner of this small shop should be the only descendant of Muren Valley.

I can't imagine that the Wooden Man Valley established by Yanshi back then has fallen into such a situation, if this shopkeeper has no heirs now, in a few decades, the Wooden Man Valley will cease to exist.

The existing old families in the industry are really getting fewer and fewer day by day.

Not long after, the shopkeeper came out with the barbecue, walked like a gust of wind, roared to our table, threw down the iron plate with a "clang", and then returned to the kitchen with a sad face.

The exhaust fan in the kitchen was making a loud noise at this time, and the shopkeeper should not be able to hear what Wu Lin said just now.

At first, when Wu Lin said that he wanted to take me to eat barbecue, I thought it was a skewer, but I didn't expect that there was a whole roast leg of lamb on the iron plate on the table, along with some roasted potatoes and green onions.

The potatoes are all unpeeled, and when they are roasted by the fire, the skin bursts, and black ash can be seen on the skin. The shop used a serious iron plate, which was now baked black, and it was impossible to see if there was rust on it.

In this coarse food, there is an extremely strong aroma, as well as a rough and heroic Northwest man.

Wu Lin pulled out a knife from the leg of lamb and handed it to me, and he himself picked up a knife: "Try it, I came to eat it once last month, it tastes quite good, and I will eat potatoes later, wait for the oil and soup in the leg of lamb to flow out, and dip it with potatoes and green onions." ”

The knife pierced into the leg of mutton was still a sharp dagger two fingers wide and narrow.

I tasted a piece of meat with skin, and the taste was not particularly delicate, but it gave people a very thick feeling, the ratio of fat and lean meat was not even, but the aroma of shredded meat was unforgettable.

"It's kind of interesting." I gave a short thumbs up and threw off my arms to feast.

In fact, it stands to reason that since we are here in the Woodman Valley, and the shopkeeper is the only descendant of the Woodman Valley, we should go up and talk to him, but Wu Lin didn't come forward to get close to the meaning from beginning to end, so I didn't think much about it, and only focused on eating.

Wu Lin didn't go out of his way to get close to the other party, so he naturally had his own reasons.

After a while, the shopkeeper put half of the lamb ribs on our table again, and by this time the noise in the kitchen had stopped.

Then the shopkeeper sat down behind the counter, staring at me intently, his expression still mournful, as if someone owed him eight hundred dollars.

There are even more mournful people in the world than me, which is really a long insight.

Wu Lin only cared about eating, and had no intention of talking to him, so I deliberately lowered my head and didn't meet the eyes of the shopkeeper.

But this person didn't know if he had taken the wrong medicine or what's wrong, he just stared at me.

I have gold letters on my face!

It wasn't until Wu Lin and I gobbled up most of the leg of mutton into our stomachs that the shopkeeper came over in a hurry.

When he got up and came over, I noticed that Wu Lin pursed the corners of his lips, as if he was smiling.

"I heard that you are highly skilled in Karakuri." The shopkeeper sat down in front of me and said in a loud voice.

Listening to his tone, it tasted a little provocative.

This guy is not a good person.

I glanced at Wu Lin, and then Wu Lin straightened his chest and introduced to the shopkeeper: "If you are not, you are known as the little second master of Bohai Bay, the contemporary town gate of the old family, and he is a master among masters in terms of ingenuity." ”

When Wu Lin said the word "master" for the first time, the shopkeeper's face was already ugly, and the "master of masters" that was corrected next ignited the shopkeeper's anger, but he was just angry on his face, but he didn't send it out directly.

Anyway, what are you angry at me, I didn't boast, nor did I say that your Wood Man Valley is poor in ingenuity, what about you!

Thinking so in my heart, my eyes glanced at Wu Lin twice, and silently asked him what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd, why did this shop owner hate me so much?

And looking at it like this, Wu Lin should have known this boss early in the morning, and told him in advance that I was coming today.

Since Wu Lin had arranged these things in advance, why didn't he tell me, I was not prepared at all, and now I don't know how to deal with the nameless anger of the shop owner.

But Wu Lin was good, twisted his head, and ignored me directly.

I also had no choice but to respond to the shopkeeper in the most kind tone possible: "I also got the inheritance of the entire "Luban Book" by chance, but for now, I still belong to the half-theoretical school, I know a lot of things, but there are not many things arranged by myself, and my skills in doing work are indeed very ordinary." ”

Maybe my attitude is really better, and the shopkeeper's face finally softened a little: "You say...... Have you got all the inheritance in the Book of Luban? ”

(End of chapter)