Let's say that Zhou Guigeng and Zhou Huping rushed to Zhujiazhuang, although they were sad about Zhou Gui's safety and safety, but they were stunned by the scene of Zhujiazhuang.

The remnant wall of the copper door is rusty, and the dead branches and willows are left in the west and east.

The terrain of Zhujiazhuang has a slope but not steep, it is a gentle extension, and occupies the middle section of the Chongjiang River, the water flow is large but not turbulent, it has never suffered from drought and flood, but now the scene is like people going to empty houses, dilapidated.

"Uncle Geng, how is this good, it seems that no one is here, and Tie Yuan is definitely not there!"

"Alas, now the iron is not allowed, and it is ......"

Zhou Guigeng remembered that Zhou Gui'an fought against the wolf alone in order to protect his grandfather and nephew last night, and he couldn't help but feel sad.

While speaking, Zhou Guigeng and the others had already walked into the courtyard of Zhujiazhuang, which was covered with thatch, and the gaps were not leaking, looking like a dilapidated and barren mound.

"Uncle Geng, there is not a single frame in the village, it seems that the village has moved away. ”

"Well, although this village is overgrown with weeds, the doors and walls are also neat, not like fleeing. ”

......

The two were pondering to find the traces of Tieyuan, but Hu Ping found something unusual.

"Uncle Geng, come on, you see that the weeds along the way seem to grow a little differently. ”

Zhou Guigeng hurried to Hu Ping's place, compared the surroundings, and indeed saw the difference.

"The weeds on both sides of this road are withered and grown, and they are disorganized, but this is the only way where the thatch grows from the dead roots, but there is stubble. ”

"Is anyone still there?" asked Hu Ping tentatively.

Zhou Guigeng glanced at Zhou Huping thoughtfully. He glanced at the road again.

Hu Ping understood, took the jujube carriage frame, and went all the way to find out.

......

Although the geographical location of Zhujiazhuang and Zhouzhuang is different, but the structural layout is the same, there are the same Chongjiang tributaries in the village, and the ancestral hall is located in the middle of the tributary, which seems to be the same craftsman, and then from the ancestral hall scatters out of the Xingju Bulie Zhuang house.

......

"I said Uncle Geng, this feels like walking in your own village"

“......”

Zhou Guigeng didn't speak, but he also muttered in his heart, the layout and structure of this street is indeed similar to his own village.

The two of them drove along, and the more they walked, the more surprised they became.

"It seems that a few years ago, it should have been made by the same sect craftsman. ”

"Uncle Geng, are you saying that there are so many skilled craftsmen in our village, but when the village was built, someone else presided over it?"

Zhou Guigeng thought about it and thought about it, the skilled craftsmen in his village have been passed down for several generations, and there is no reason to follow the imitation, and the Zhu family has no reason to imitate Zhoujiazhuang.

"There are many doubts", Zhou Huping shook his head and shook his head.

"Uncle Geng, look"

Zhou Guigeng looked at Hu Ping's point, the word 'ancestral hall' came into view, more than a dozen steps closer to the ancestral hall, the grass stubble was newly cut, and the tender yellow seemed to be unrevealed.

The uncle and nephew glanced at each other, stopped the carriage, got out of the carriage and approached on foot.

The two of them walked a few steps closer, and saw the side door of the ancestral hall creak open, and out of an old man with a hoe, although he lost an arm, he showed a fierce and domineering spirit.

As soon as the old man took a step, he noticed something strange, looked at each other, and for a moment his embarrassment and surprise were revealed.

"You are a member of the Zhou family", the old man looked at Zhou Guigeng, and said in a threatening voice, not a question in his words, but a plain statement. There is a feeling of being a lone sheep.

"I said you, how is the Zhou family", Zhou Huping doesn't care about this, his youthful spirit is undoubtedly revealed.

Zhou Guigeng pulled Hu Ping behind him and staggered.

"I wish the old owner of the village no wonder, the boy in the village is not sensible. ”

......

"I said, you are Zhu Qinghe"

Hu Ping said, rolled up his sleeves, pulled out the whip on his waist, and waved it at Zhu Qinghe.

"It's you old thing who hurt my dad's leg"

......

"Hmph, Zhou Guilong"

Zhu Qinghe turned sideways slightly, dodging the whip, but it didn't seem that he didn't care much about whether it would be on him.

"Far worse than your father. Zhu Qinghe glanced at Hu Ping, revealing a strange appearance, as if he saw something.

Immediately, he kicked his right leg, hit Hu Ping's abdominal cavity, and flew out after being shocked.

Zhou Guigeng hurriedly dragged it, but he wanted Zhu Qinghe to have a heavy hand, and Zhou Guigeng dragged Hu Ping half a step back.

Hu Ping was injured in the red brocade forest due to the earthquake, and with Zhu Qinghe's foot, he gasped for breath twice in Zhou Guigeng's arms, let out a mouthful of pus and blood, and fainted.