"As usual, after yesterday, the world is peaceful, but if you look at the trouble now, who knows when it will be peaceful?"

He rubbed his hands together and added earnestly, "I am the village chief, and I have to be responsible for them."

"Wait, I don't think I said I was going to trick people from beginning to end, did I? I don't want your money, I don't want your belongings, and we're staying here just to help."

"Volunteer dedication, you know these four words, right?"

The old man laughed dryly, "I'm not a fool."

"What I want to tell you is that you did something bad with good intentions, and what was supposed to be over is now even more panicked, how do you want me to explain?"

"I ......"

I was just about to speak, but he waved his hand to interrupt: "I have received my heart, so let's gather and disperse, you can go."

Ah Chen faintly threw out a sentence in the corner, "We can solve it."

"That's what you said yesterday!"

The old man's emotions suddenly lost control, and all the hidden emotions collapsed at this time: "Yesterday you swore to tell me that everything was settled!"

"Push open the door and see, it's daylight, and the doors of every house are locked!"

When it was over, he buttoned us up again: "It's about to be the time for the autumn harvest, if we continue to make trouble like this, the seedlings will rot in the ground, how will we survive the winter this year?"

The old man was like an out-of-control machine gun, and I was speechless.

After a while, I spoke again, "I promise you, we'll go at once, but you still have to tell me something."

"Where are all the people who died in the village?"

The old man sniffled, shook his head and smiled, "At that time, we didn't have any money, so a few strangers took a straw mat and wrapped it up and pulled it up the back mountain."

Back Mountain, Back Mountain......

I turned back to search for the location of the back mountain, and the old man got up and was about to leave: "What's the matter? Don't you give up?"

I looked back at him, and instead of answering, I asked, "Look, you're going into the house?"

"Or else?"

I deliberately made my sigh louder: "What a pity!"

"What's the pity?"

I pulled open the gate and pointed to the wheat field in the distance: "Isn't it a pity that such a good rice is ripe and no one pays attention to it?"

The old man rolled his eyes at me, "And the face to say!"

"The village chiefs are all confined to their homes, who would dare to go out?"

He immediately paused and turned to look at me, "What do you mean by that?"

"It's not interesting." I spread my hands with a nonchalant look on my face: "You need an example for everything."

The old man walked up to me in three or two steps: "You mean, I'll go out first and make an example for them?"

I laughed, "You said it yourself, I didn't force you."

I leaned into his ear and whispered, "I'm just reminding you that a qualified village chief is to make sure that the villagers can have enough to eat, not to become refugees under your leadership."

"It's not nice to be called a coward in the future, is it?"

Upon hearing this, the village chief's face changed suddenly.

I know, I poked him in the underbelly.

The old lady told him before that it was not pleasant to be poked in the back, which shows that he cherishes his feathers.

doesn't talk about life and death interests, only talks about his merits and demerits, which is enough to crush him.

After holding it for a while, the old man stomped his foot fiercely: "When I was young, I let the bear pounce on the mountain, didn't I survive?"

With a lift of his hand, he ripped the hat off his head and threw it to the ground.

"The hat of the coward has nothing to do with Lao Tzu!"

I couldn't help but look back at Ah Chen and raise an eyebrow at him, but Ah Chen wasn't too happy.

As soon as the old man turned around and entered the house, Ah Chen spoke: "You are going to the cemetery to have a look, and you have directly cut the roots, right?"

I immediately gave a thumbs up: "Knowledgeable."

"This old man is at most a guide, isn't it good to look directly at the map? Why bother?"

As he spoke, he pulled out the map from his phone and shook it at me.

I didn't even look at it, and pressed his phone down: "The map does mark the route, but the situation in the mountains is very complicated."

"If nothing else, from the outside, there's no difference between a swamp and a flat land, can you tell the difference? Or is it marked on the map?"

"Besides......" I glanced into the room, "this old man is an umbrella, and with him, no one will embarrass us."