This time, Nan Xian lived in the house of the head of the valley village.

After the meal, the snow turned to light rain, she held an umbrella, carried the peony cinnabar in her arms, and went to the stupid woman's house alone.

The mountain is not me, I will come to the mountain.

In a short time, she arrived.

The door of the foolish woman's house was still open, and there was no light inside.

She skillfully walked through the small courtyard, and as soon as her right foot stepped up the steps, a figure quickly appeared in front of her.

The stupid woman was carrying a gray-haired rabbit that was still kicking her legs in one hand, and a rusty kitchen knife in the other, looking Nan Xian up and down with a strange expression.

Nan Xian was also taken aback by her battle, but she quickly reacted, and her expression regained her composure.

Without waiting for the foolish woman to make the next move, she took out the peony cinnabar and handed it to the foolish woman.

"Do you know this?"

The stupid woman's gaze moved downward, falling on her palm, her pupils suddenly shrank, and with a "clang", the kitchen knife in her hand fell to the ground, and the blade smashed a shallow pit on the stone brick floor.

The gray-haired rabbit also took the opportunity to break free, and it shook its long ears, spread its feet, and disappeared with a smoke.

"You, you, you—" The stupid woman pointed at Nan Xian in astonishment, and said the word "you" three times in a row.

Nan Xian stepped forward, helped her sit down in the hall, picked up the teacup that fell on the ground, and poured her a cup of cold tea.

"Don't worry, listen to me slowly......" she sat down across from the fool.

As the rain subsided, the sun peeked out from the depths of the clouds, and outside the dilapidated tiled house, only raindrops slipped from the eaves, making a crisp ticking sound.

After listening to Nan Xian's narration, the stupid woman was stunned for a long time.

Nan Xian took a sip of tea, moistened her dry throat, and coughed lightly: "That's the way it is, I cycled twice, the first time was at your stop, and the second time was at Teng Laoweng's house." What about you, do you remember anything? She lightly tapped her finger on the peony cinnabar on the table.

The stupid woman looked up in a daze, stared at Nan Xian for a long time, and then looked at it, her eyebrows twisted together.

"Is there something you can't tell me?" Nan Xian asked tentatively.

The stupid woman was stunned, hurriedly waved her hand and shook her head, and made an anxious "woo" sound in her mouth.

Nan Xian was surprised: "You can't speak?" Wait, but you've told me a lot for the first time, what's going on? ”

The stupid woman nodded and shook her head, she danced and "wooed" for a long time, but unfortunately Nan Xian couldn't understand her body movements at all, and she couldn't figure out what she wanted to express after guessing for a long time.

I had to give up.

At this time, the program team called to inform them that they were going to record in the afternoon, and Nan Xian had to leave.

She put the peony cinnabar into the bag and looked at the foolish woman, "I know you must know where this thing came from, I can't trust anyone else in this village, but you—my instinct tells me that you're not like them." So, can I trust you? ”

The stupid woman was stunned again, she looked at Nan Xian in disbelief, her cloudy eyes slowly widened, and her lips trembled slightly.

"Yes!" She said the word silently, nodding vigorously.

Nan Xian smiled relaxedly, and she solemnly handed the bag into the hands of the foolish woman.

"Well, please."