As soon as I arrived at the reservoir, I rushed open the door of the management station, only to see the ruffian walking out slowly with a cigarette in his mouth, and glanced at me: "You are here to collect the corpse?"

Isn't this nonsense, I don't take the corpse, what are you doing when you come to this place where birds don't?

I didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, so I directly reached out and took out two bundles of money from my pocket and checked it: "Twenty thousand yuan." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"I'm sorry, you came a step too late, and the body was taken away by someone else. The ruffian looked at the two bundles of money in my hand, showing a greedy look: "If you give me 10,000, I will tell you who took the corpse." ”

Depend on!

I was furious: What about playing me like a monkey?

The corpse was dragging my school in his hand, playing tricks, playing tricks>, and playing tricks

I regret it now: I knew that I would have come directly to this grandson, and I took the burden >of competition

Seeing that I didn't speak, the ruffian face pulled down his face at that time and asked me with a straight face: "How about it, can you do this business?"

"Be Nima's big-headed ghost!" I scolded him and put the money away.

Seeing me scolding him, the old boy immediately got up, stretched out his finger and pointed at my nose: "Lao Tzu can warn you, the ...... of these ten miles and eight villages"

Before he finished speaking, I directly clasped my five fingers, grabbed his veins, and then twisted my hand, and the kid's arm bones immediately made a "click" sound.

"Ouch, it's awkward, it's broken......" The ruffian face also knew that the hero would not suffer the immediate loss, and begged for mercy decisively.

I asked him with a cold face, "Who took the body?"

"Go to the village, go down to the village!" the ruffian-faced ghost cried wolf, "Tap, tap!" The man said that the dead woman was his daughter-in-law, and he had found his own brother to carry her away!"

Oh?

To tell you the truth, I am really not related to this female corpse, and I don't understand why she is dragging my Jing Xing about eight brands in her hands! ?br />

Alas, it's a little tricky.

Although he has 20,000 yuan in his hand, he may not be able to sell it.

And now people's hearts are not ancient, really give 20,000 yuan, others still think that bracelet is an antique.

Seriously, that bracelet is really an antique, after all, it is more than a thousand years old.

It's really not good, I guess I have to be a "gentleman on the beam" again, go to his house and get the things in the corpse's hands.

I asked the ruffian face again about the location of the village, and the ruffian face didn't dare to pretend to be 13 anymore, and immediately told me the location of the village.

That's when I let go of his hand.

This guy immediately bowed and apologized, not at all like the arrogance just now.

Sure enough, some people are born to bully the soft and fear the hard, and they are very cowardly.

I didn't bother to bother with him, and after determining the location of the lower village, I went straight away.

According to the ruffian-face, in fact, the location of the lower village is a village not far from the place where I woke up.

Due to the geographical conditions and location, there is only one dirt road that can barely be used by tractors to reach this small village.

To be honest, this makes me a little confused: with your back to the scenic area, there is no access yet?

Somewhat unlikely.

But when I actually got to the village, I understood.

It turned out that this was a typical Wa village.

The living style of the Wa people is mainly based on stilted bamboo buildings, and most of the ways of production are relatively primitive, slash-and-burn cultivation is the most common, and most of the residents are reluctant to accept new things.

To put it bluntly, the thinking is a little stubborn.

In the village, maybe the young people have gone out to do farm work, and after looking for a long time, they met a few old people.

I wanted to ask them if there was any news of a dead family in the village today, but these old people actually spoke Wa!!

I couldn't understand what they were saying, and they didn't know what I was saying, so I couldn't communicate.

It wasn't until today that I was able to open my eyes: there really is such a closed and congested village!

I asked a few old men and old women, and it was basically the same situation, and there were barriers to communication, which made me a little frustrated: Did I run for nothing today?

I was thinking about it, when my ears moved, and suddenly I heard the sound of reading!

That's right, teacher!

I think that even if this village is closed, there should be an elementary school teacher, and the teacher will definitely be able to understand me.

So, I followed the sound of reading and searched for it.

In the distance, there is a lush bamboo forest, and inside the bamboo forest, there is a lonely small tiled house.

This is the only tiled house I have seen in this village.

The sound of reading came from this tiled house.

I walked over lightly, looked over, and saw a little girl wearing a floral cloth jacket, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a yellow and thin face like Bai Xiaowu, holding a Chinese textbook in her hand, teaching the students below to read.

The students below, some big and some small, the big ones are estimated to be about eleven or twelve years old, and the younger ones are only six or seven years old.

"The rocks at the bottom of the sea are covered with all kinds of corals, some like blooming flowers, some like branching antlers. Sea cucumbers are everywhere, squirming lazily on the ocean floor. The big lobster is covered in armor, rowing over, rowing over, looking very mighty. ”

This is a text called [The Rich Paracel Islands], which I remember learning before.

Under the recitation of the female teacher, I could even see the longing in the eyes of those children for the content of the text, just like I was back then.

Yes, just as fish envy the sky, the sea is also an unattainable dream for children in the mountains.

I thought, and I couldn't bear to interrupt their study, so I gently retreated and sat down on a stone staircase not far away.

After sitting for a while, listening to the sound of reading, I seemed to have returned to the time of Huajiazhai, back to the time of childhood Mowgli, slowly, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

Suddenly, someone pulled my clothes from behind.

I opened my eyes and found a child with a small burlap cover on his face and only two eyes exposed, pulling at my clothes.

The child, who was about seven or eight years old, was wrapped in a coat made of sacks, and was barefoot.

Seeing that I found out about his prank, he did not speak, but turned sharply and ran.

Only then did I realize that in the place where I was sitting, there was something similar to an air-raid shelter in the back, and it was dark inside, and the light was not particularly clear.

This little brat!

I was thinking about it when I heard a falling sound from inside.

"Plop!"

Oops, that little kid probably fell.

I quickly stood up and ran inside to see how the child was doing.

The bomb shelter was a little low, and I had to walk in with a cat.

After walking more than ten steps, I saw the child with the sackcloth coat, who was getting up from the ground and running inside.

"Hey!" I shouted, "Get out of here, don't fall again!"