It was summer, the weather was hot, the old man was wearing a vest, big pants, a pair of sandals stepping on the cement surface, and shaking the muddy yellow pu fan, and soon came to Lin Fan, and said, "Aliens? ”

Lin Fan: "...... are you always blind and have you seen such a beautiful alien?"

"Outlander?" The old man asked a different question.

This question is much more comfortable, Lin Fan nodded, showing a kind smile, and said: "Hello old man, in Xia Lin Fan, I was originally hunting with my friends, and I strayed into the mountains, and I ended up in this place." ”

The old man pursed his mouth and said, "What do you use to hunt?" ”

“……”

"Bows and arrows? You don't have one, shotgun? You don't have it either, either...... Was it lost by a blind bear? "The old man is a joke that I eat more salt than you eat, and I want to lie in front of Lao Tzu, and you kid is too tender.

“……”

Lin Fan stopped talking.

The old man said: "Many years ago, there was a young man, who said that he was from Wuling, and said that he usually made a living from fishing, and we warmly entertained him, hoping that he would bring someone over after he went back, but the kid stole sixty catties of mud and never came back after he went out." What is this kid doing stealing mud? If you steal, you can't do anything. ”

The old man looked puzzled and sighed softly, looking like the world was declining, and people's hearts were not ancient.

Fishing? Wuling people? I'm afraid not......

The corners of Lin Fan's mouth twitched, and he secretly thought: I am afraid that the Wuling fishing boy stole not the ordinary mud, but the golden mud that the little fat man played with before, and said: "Old man, maybe he didn't keep his promise, but he didn't find it when he came back." ”

The old man was a little strange and said, "Since he can come the first time, why can't he come the second time?" ”

Lin Fan thought for a while and explained tentatively: "Perhaps, he is a road idiot? ”

The old man shook the fan lightly, nodded thoughtfully, and said regretfully: "It's a pity." Oh, I haven't said it yet, my surname is Qin, the village head of Mao'er Village, you can call me Uncle Qin, Old Qin, Old Man Qin, take a break first, and wait for a meeting in the evening, you can tell everyone what kind of world is outside......"

Lin Fan nodded.

"Ah Qi, come here." Uncle Qin shouted at Zhou Xingqi, the other children ran away, but he didn't run.

Zhou Xingqi walked over.

"You take Xiaolin to rest, by the way, Xiaolin, if you have any questions, just ask this baby, he doesn't understand, and I'll talk about it in the evening." As he spoke, Uncle Qin sighed lightly, touched Zhou Xingqi's head, and said, "This baby is pitiful, my father and mother are gone, and there is something wrong with this baby's braincase, even if he can leave, what if there is no village person to take care of him, hey......"

No, it can't be such a coincidence, right? Lin Fan looked at Zhou Xingqi, the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became, and his heart was shocked.

Uncle Qin waved his hand at Zhou Xingqi, and then turned around and went home to catch up on sleep.

Zhou Xingqi led Lin Fan back to where he lived, a twenty-square-meter cabin, the wooden house was simply furnished, a bed, a table, four chairs, and ...... The pork knife that hangs on the wall is very eye-catching.

Zhou Xingqi rolled his eyes, and somehow, although he met this stranger for the first time, he had a natural sense of closeness, blinked, and said, "My name is Zhou Xingqi, what is your name?" ”

"Lin Fan?"

"You are older than me, then I will call you Brother Lin, if you don't understand anything, just ask me." Zhou Xingqi patted his chest and said.

Lin Fan also nodded, he had a lot of questions about this person and this village.

The two sat down at the table.

Lin Fan thought for a while and asked, "By the way, Ah Qi, I saw you playing games just now, do you know qigong?" ”

"Yes! Grandpa Qin said that I have the talent to practice qigong, so he took me to the temple, hehehe, Brother Lin, let me tell you, it was all trivial just now, Grandpa Qin said, if I practice qigong well, I can use the Void Imperial Sword. The second fat guy, he is not bad, he can turn mud into gunpowder, and the golden mud is more powerful, but no matter how powerful he is, he is not my opponent, how can he break my qigong defense? Speaking of this, Zhou Xingqi's eyebrows fluttered.

Lin Fan looked at Zhou Xingqi and smiled dumbly, although he didn't know what was going on, he could see that Ah Qi in his childhood was a lot more intimate in the end, and touched Zhou Xingqi's head.

"Don't you usually cook?"

"Why do you want to cook? I, Leon, and a few others go to one house every day and take turns eating. ”

This is Baijia Rice, Lin Fan nodded.

"How many people are in the village?"

"More than 400 households, more than 2,000 people, hey, they are all relatives and even relatives."

The two of them just asked and answered, and soon two hours passed, and at noon, Uncle Qin asked someone to bring food over, and after lunch, Lin Fan lay on the bed, resting, and digesting this information.

He also held a book in his hand, more precisely, a village chronicle, called "Shenyin Village Chronicles", which recorded the history of the village for 5,000 years, which was specially sent by Uncle Qin.

Later, he learned that Uncle Qin didn't have any knowledge monopoly, just like this village chronicle, basically every family has a copy.

Yes, in fact, this village is called Shenyin Village, just like people have big names, small names, and nicknames, Mao'er Village is just a nickname or nickname.

First of all, the origin of this village, asking Ah Qi is for nothing, even Uncle Qin is not clear, and there is no record in the village chronicles, anyway, they were born here.

The composition of the village is dominated by the four surnames of Zhou, Qin, Bai and Shen, and the people in the village are generally very long-lived, the short is 100 years old, and the long is 2 or 300 years old.

Previously, he said that "many years ago", there was a Wuling fisherman who strayed into Mao'er Village, and it was really ...... Many years, I don't know how many years, at least three hundred years to start.

Since you can live for so many years and have no quarrel with the world, how can there be only such a few people?

The answer is simple: it's hard to get pregnant!

Generally speaking, if people in the village want to get pregnant, they basically have to wait for a Jiazi, and if they want a second child, they have to wait for a Jiazi, which is almost an iron law that the village has figured out.

Secondly, just like the peasant artist I met at the entrance of the village, as long as it is a person in the village, whether it is useful or not, it is more or less a bit of a stunt.

Ah Qi is born with qigong, Qin Erpang is Deidara's "explosion is art", Zhou Xiulian is pointing out the fire, and Shen Sanxing is the huge body...... Uncle Qin, uh, as the head of a village, Uncle Qin is really a bit embarrassed, except for the age of more than three hundred years old, there is nothing special.

Besides, basically every few years, there will be outsiders like the young man who fishes in Wuling, who gets lost and fascinated and comes to the village.

According to Uncle Qin, these outsiders have only come once, and according to the village chronicles, no one has ever been able to come back after going out.