"Huang Weimin?"

The name caught He Wei's attention. She remembered that Professor Yang Cunsheng had also recommended this person to herself today.

"Yes, Huang Weimin." Lu Qingliang said: "He is not an expert professor or anything like that, he is a failed college entrance examination student in the last century." Since he fell off the list, he stayed in his hometown in Huangcun and did not go out again, nor did he work, and usually relied on farming and breeding for a living.

He is very interested in local folklore, legends, history and other things, and once spent too much money on researching these things and collecting information, and his wife broke his head. Until now, he is still addicted to it, sometimes he can't even take care of planting, and he is famous for not doing business. ”

This man's life may have been a tragedy. But his name can appear in the mouths of many experts that Lu Qingliang has contacted at the same time, as well as Professor Yang Cunsheng, whom He Wei has contacted, which is enough to prove that at least in this field, his quality is enough to stand out from the crowd.

It's just useless in real life, otherwise you can't have a reputation for not doing your job. But now it's just right for your needs.

"Let's go together tomorrow."

"Okay."

A simple exchange summarized today's harvest, and several people looked at Lu Ming together.

"I don't have any ideas today."

"Okay, that's it for today."

……

Early the next morning, Lu Qingliang and He Wei met, and then drove an off-road vehicle to the small mountain village called Huangcun, which was less than five kilometers away from Nanji Village, the core site determined by genetic traceability.

All the way along the small cement road in the mountains, looking at the peaks on both sides outside the car window covered with greenery, Lu Qingliang, who was driving the car, couldn't help but sigh that the scenery here is really good.

Occasionally, you can meet villagers carrying burdens or driving ox carts on the road, but even in this remote mountain village, fewer and fewer people choose this mode of transportation, more and more of a variety of agricultural machinery, or simply cars.

Along the way, the car finally arrived at Huang Village, which is located in a relatively gentle area on the edge of a canyon, and came to the residence of Huang Weimin, which had long been discovered.

It was a brick bungalow that is very common in mountain villages, and there was a vegetable patch behind the house where some seasonal vegetables were grown. There is also a pigsty and chicken coop next to the vegetable patch.

Lu Qingliang found a good place to park the car, and walked into the courtyard with He Wei.

The first thing that caught Lu Qingliang's eyes was a middle-aged woman with a headscarf, a gloomy face, very rough skin, very pungent at first glance, and a body full of negative energy that was almost visible to the naked eye.

It's very difficult to deal with at first glance.

At the first glance of this woman, Lu Qingliang couldn't help but have two words in his mind.

Shrew.

But now, he had to smile hard and greet the middle-aged woman: "Hello Auntie, is this Huang Weimin's Uncle Huang's home?" We are ......"

Lu Qingliang has always been known for being good at dealing with people. Even he himself is very confident in his handsome appearance and friendly smile. In the past, he didn't know how many difficult characters he had relied on these two points, how many tricky things he had coordinated, and how many times he had made great contributions to the second team of operations.

But this time, he miscalculated.

His handsome appearance and friendly smile did not exert any power on the middle-aged woman.

"Not at home! He's dead! ”

Lu Qingliang breathed.

At this time, a middle-aged man's voice came from the bungalow: "Guilan, who's coming?" ”

A middle-aged man dressed in a late-the-century shirt, with a pen pinned to his breast pocket, thick glasses, and a thin body, looked like an intellectual at the end of the last century.

Lu Qingliang immediately recognized it.

This is the Huang Weimin mentioned by many experts.

Seeing Lu Qingliang and He Wei, Huang Weimin showed a smile on his face: "I am Huang Weimin, who are the two of you?" ”

"Uncle Huang, you ......"

Lu Qingliang hurriedly greeted him, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a sound like thunder.

The middle-aged woman, who was very consistent with the image of a shrew, waved the broom in her hand and smashed it towards Huang Weimin, and at the same time roared loudly: "The surname Huang, have the pigs been fed?" Have the chickens been fed? Has the duck farm fence been repaired? Every day, I know that I am holding your pile of broken books, and I don't know that the wheat is dying! ”

Huang Weimin's face was full of fear. He barely squeezed out an apologetic look at Lu Qingliang and He Wei, and hurriedly trotted over to mix pig food. The middle-aged woman he called Guilan still refused to give up, still crossed her waist there, and scolded.

"Every day, I know to provoke some fox friends and dogs, you say you know some rich people? One by one, they came to the door empty-handed, and they knew all day long that they came here to eat! ”

Lu Qing's conscience tightened. He subconsciously looked at his hands and He Wei's hands.

Both of them were empty-handed.

"It's broken!"

He secretly screamed in his heart.

I forgot to bring a gift!

In vain, he claimed that anyone could handle it, but this time he made such a serious mistake!

The middle-aged woman seemed to be more and more angry the more she scolded, and the rise of the scolding slapped Huang Weimin on the back, slapped the thin Huang Weimin on the back, and spilled the pig food that was finally mixed.

"Can you raise the interest rate? What to do, feed pigs and pigs, raise ducks and ducks, you know how to eat dry rice every day! Where is this family not set up by me alone, raising you a waste all day long to know how to eat rice, don't say that you eat rice, children can't see it well, and also provoke some guys, and even don't feed the ducks when talking to people......"

It seems that before Lu Qingliang and He Wei, many people have come to him.

In the scolding, Huang Weimin's face was red, but he didn't dare to say a word, just quickly picked up the broom and swept the pig food into the basin, and trotted all the way to the pig house.

The middle-aged woman still refused to give up, and kept chasing after her, scolding all the way, punching and kicking from time to time. Huang Weimin always accompanied the smiling face.

Lu Qingliang turned his head and saw He Wei's expression was as cold as ice, and his hands were clenched into fists.

"Don't be impulsive!"

Lu Qingliang was terrified.

If He Wei couldn't control her temper and beat the middle-aged woman - although this middle-aged woman did look quite hateful, that Huang Weimin was too cowardly, and it made people angry when she looked at it, but she couldn't beat it, she definitely couldn't beat it!

"Is this a man or a soft egg? What kind of expert can such a cowardly person really be? We're looking for the wrong person, right? ”

He Wei gritted her teeth and squeezed out this sentence.

Lu Qingliang couldn't agree with this sentence. But reason told him that he was definitely not looking for the wrong person.

"Why don't we come back another day, it doesn't seem appropriate today."

"Let's go."

The two turned around and planned to leave quietly, but at this time, Lu Qingliang suddenly saw something out of the corner of his eye.

It was something that looked like a wood carving.

Its eyes are large, its face is slightly distorted, its mouth is slightly open, and its head is large, but its body is small.

Lu Qingliang was shocked.

At this moment, the appearance of the wood carving instantly coincided with the statue suspected of cult idolatry that He Wei had seized from Sun Yong's secret room.

These two are not exactly similar. There are many differences in the details. But on the whole, there is at least 70% of the similarity.

At this moment, the wood carving was still haphazardly in the corner of the wall next to the piggery, covered with dirt and dust.

Prior to this, the two of them mobilized a huge force to investigate the statue suspected of cult idolatry and collect information related to it, but after making so much effort, checking so much information, and asking so many experts, they never found anything. Now, now, next to the pig barn of a student who failed the college entrance examination at the end of the last century, I see a statue similar to it!

Noticing Lu Qingliang's strange appearance, He Wei also followed his line of sight. So He Wei's body was also stunned.

At this moment, the two of them dispelled the idea of leaving at the same time.

In any case, this matter must be asked!

He Wei touched Lu Qingliang's arm.

"Didn't you keep saying that anyone can handle it?"

"I ......"

Lu Qingliang only felt bitter at the moment.

I did say that before. But the people I have dealt with before, not to mention high positions and wealthy families, at least, at least have received a complete education and can communicate with logic and reason, right?

Now, Huang Weimin is clearly under the control of this middle-aged woman. And this middle-aged woman, no matter how you look at it, doesn't look like someone who can communicate calmly.

"At the critical moment?"

"Shut up!"

Lu Qingliang lowered his voice and roared, then a smile appeared on his face, and he walked over to the middle-aged woman who was still scolding.

"Auntie......"

The middle-aged woman stopped scolding Huang Weimin, and looked at Lu Qingliang with sarcasm, her mouth still full of yin and yang: "Yo, where ......is this?"

Before she could finish speaking, Lu Qingliang quickly interrupted her.

Because Lu Qingliang was worried that if he heard something bad, he would be unable to control his temper, and it would be bad.

"Auntie, we're not here to find Uncle Huang, we're here to find you."

"Looking for me? What's the matter? ”

The sarcasm on the middle-aged woman's face was still the same, but her words were a little more normal.

Lu Qingliang stiffened his head and said quickly: "That's the case, we are foreign tourists, and we are here to travel." We have heard that your domestic duck is authentic...... The authentic duck and your duck cooking skills are also unique, so we wanted to try it. Uh, we give money! ”

The middle-aged woman's face was full of suspicion.

"Really? How much do you give? ”

"Three...... Five hundred! Five hundred for a duck! To give! ”

Afraid that the middle-aged woman would not believe it, Lu Qingliang counted out five hundred very simply and stuffed it into her hand.

At this moment, a smile instantly appeared on the middle-aged woman's face.

"Yo, that, hey, I'm ......"

She turned her head and looked at Huang Weimin again.

"You don't have long eyes, why don't you kill ducks quickly!"