Nishimura used to have a village chief, but he also followed the wave of people who left.

Walking in the streets of the village, I suddenly felt very strange, since I came to this place, the West Village has not been less, but it has never been so deep, most of the time it is through the village, and now I find that the streets and houses of the West Village are very similar to the East Village, I don't know if all the villages in this place are like this, or because of some special relationship between the East Village and the West Village, it was built in this way.

The village chief's house is not far away, I didn't walk long before I arrived, I looked up, it really surprised me, this house is really magnificent, although it is a little dilapidated, but it can be seen that it should be considered a mansion at the beginning.

Visually inspect one side of the courtyard wall has the appearance of several hundred meters, and unlike other people's houses, many of the West Village are very regular earthen walls, but this one is a stone wall, made of square stones, more than two feet high, ordinary people want to climb over the wall to enter, it also has to take some effort.

The wooden black lacquered gate, because it has not been repaired for many years, has lost most of the paint on it, revealing the original gray yellow, and the two iron rings on the door are also full of rust, which looks extraordinarily vicissitudes.

Huang Mao stepped forward and pushed it gently, the wooden door made an ancient friction sound, and the dust on it fell a lot, floating in the air and falling on Huang Mao's head, but he didn't care, and continued to push it hard, and the door was pushed open.

Standing on the steps of the doorway, I found that the courtyard was full of weeds, and they had grown to the height of half a person, and in the absence of wind, it was very obvious that it was shaking.

A few dozen meters away in front is a row of houses, although it is not very elegant, but there are many houses, only this row is about twenty or thirty rooms, and there is a door in the middle, indicating that it is at least a two-story courtyard.

"What a big yard?" Li Fengyuan next to him was surprised.

Xiao Changsheng, who was holding his sister's hand tightly, looked even more curious, staring at the cute big eyes and looking left and right.

Huang Mao said: "I've been here many times, and I've come here to play, so I'm quite familiar, come with me, go to the backyard." ”

Anyway, he led the way and led us through the half-man-high bush, but fortunately there was a path in the middle, which may have been specially groomed.

After passing the middle gate, I found that there were not many rooms in the backyard, less than ten, and the backyard was very small, and there were a few strange trees planted in the courtyard, just above the roof, and the leaves were very large, all of them were like cattails, and they couldn't be named, probably also unique to the underworld.

Huang Mao stopped in front of one of the rooms, stretched out his hand and pushed the door open, and it was dark and wintery, and he couldn't see what it was.

Walking into the room, Huang Mao took out the fire sickle and lit the oil lamp, and the room immediately lit up, and I was surprised to find that this place was really magnanimous.

The room is furnished with all kinds of elaborate wooden furniture, although it has not seen the light of day for many years, but you can still see how refined they are through the dust.

This one seems to be a living room, with two brown-red Eight Immortal Tables in the room, and several Taishi chairs are neatly arranged around the table. There are many celebrity calligraphy and paintings on the wall, although they are full of dust, but they still look simple and elegant.

After a simple tidying up, Huang Mao said: "I will live here in the future, what do you think?" ”

"With such a big mansion, aren't you afraid of ghosts living by yourself?" I quipped.

Although it is a half-joke, what I said is not unreasonable, this kind of ghost place is really haunted.

Huang Mao shuddered after hearing this, and his speech was a little unfavorable: "You, you, can't you say something nice?" Where the hell did it come from? ”

You can see that he was very excited at first, but he was not interested in what I said.

It occurred to me that with such a big house, why don't we all move here? Why live in a Taoist temple? In this case, if there is any disturbance in the village, we can respond in time.

Thinking of this, I said my thoughts, and when Li Fengyuan heard it, he was the first to support: "Yes, yes, I think it's not bad here, clean it up, it's much better than our Taoist temple." ”

But unexpectedly, Huang Mao shook his head again and again, and said: "No, no, in fact, I have already had this kind of thought, but I can't help it, if we all move here, if the master knows, he must not break my legs?" We are people in Yun'an Temple, we are monks, although I am not usually dressed as a Taoist priest, but I am also a Taoist priest, I left the temple to live here temporarily, for the safety of the villagers, and reluctantly said that in the past, if everyone in the temple moved over, wouldn't it be a mess of the rules. ”

Yuetian sat next to him and smiled slightly, and said unhurriedly: "San'er, what you said is right, but things are dead, people are alive, and when you move over, not all of them move over, just a few of us come, and everyone else stays in the temple, and we are also like you said, just live here temporarily, and it's not that we won't go back, and this is more beneficial to protect the village." ”

Huang Mao pondered for a while and nodded: "Okay, since you are all in favor of doing this, then I don't have anything to say, I hope the master and his old man don't blame." ”

"Alas, how could it be," Yue Tian said, "Master is kind-hearted and has always been jealous and hateful, and now we are protecting the lives of the villagers, isn't this exactly Master's consistent attitude." ”

Huang Mao nodded, and just like that, the matter was settled.

Yuetian and I began to clean up the house, Huang Mao went to find the old man last time, he said that the old man was also surnamed Hu, as for the name is unknown, the people in the village call him Hu Lao, Hu Lao is quite prestigious in the village, and he is very familiar with the master and uncle. His age is also a mystery, and no one knows how old he has lived.

Although Huang Mao himself will be quite respected in the village, he can't completely decide such a big matter, and he has to negotiate with Hu Lao to let his old man come forward.

After he left, Yuetian and I found tools and started the weeding task, according to Hu San, there will be at least dozens of hundreds of years of uninhabited here, so you can imagine how difficult those weeds are to deal with, each rhizome is particularly thick, if ordinary people have to shovel a few shovels to shovel it, but for me and Yuetian, this matter is much easier.

Not long after we were busy, we had cleaned the weeds in the front yard, and the grass we shoveled down was already on one side like a hill.

Yuetian took out the fire sickle and burned it to the ground. Then there was the backyard, and it didn't take much effort for us to clean it up.

Li Fengyuan watched from the side, and he couldn't help much, and he was also envious to see us working so quickly.

At this moment, I could only hear the voices of many people talking in the distance, and I concentrated and immediately heard the conversation between Huang Mao and an old man.

"Old man, slow down."

"It's not in the way, although I'm old, my legs and feet are quite neat." (To be continued.) )