Three o'clock in the afternoon.

He Zi'an sent the Li Hui sisters to a chartered rental car to the city, and immediately rode a tricycle to Fengshan Village.

There is a peach blossom mountain on the northwest edge of Luofeng County.

The origin of the name is that whenever the peach blossoms are in full bloom, the westerly wind belt from the Indochina Peninsula carries violent storms and rains.

At this time of year, the Luofeng River at the foot of the mountain will swell, carrying all kinds of minerals in the mountain, flooding a large area of land.

When the water recedes after half a month, the fields will be more fertile than other places, and the melons and fruits grown will be of high quality, so for thousands of years, even if they have to lose their finances every year, people are reluctant to leave, and they just try to build their houses on high ground.

After the liberation, tens of thousands of people were mobilized by the government to build a reservoir in Taohua Mountain after three years, and the problem of regulating the water volume was solved by the way.

In order to thank the people who took the lead in building the reservoir and sacrificed their lives, the village was renamed 'Fengshan'.

"Brother, what are you doing?" A voice as clear as spring water came.

He Zi'an looked away from Peach Blossom Mountain.

On the small dirt road on the right side of the farmland, there is a baby less than one meter tall, barefoot, wearing dirty short sleeves of floral cloth, and foaming with snot.

The baby is holding a half-eaten raw potato in her hand.

"Zhao Liang?"

He Zi'an felt a sense of familiarity from the milk baby's muddy face, looked at it carefully, and found that he was really the unsuccessful apprentice in his previous life.

"When I was a child, my big eyes were sharp, why did I become so obscene when I grew up, but I don't like to be clean as always." He spat fiercely.

The snot baby walked over, and the big black eyes blinked: "Is my brother catching a bird?" ”

"It's not my brother, I want to call Master." He Zi'an jumped off the tricycle and squatted down, his eyes that were still disgusted just now suddenly turned red, and he looked at the baby who came and said, "You are a pit goods, it turns out that you are also from Luofeng County." ”

The snot baby was not afraid of life, and stretched out the potatoes to He Zi'an: "Brother eat." ”

He Zi'an didn't care about the snot baby's dirty, picked it up with one hand, took the potatoes and put them in the back car, and took out a cleaned apple from the woven bag and gave it to the snot baby.

The snotty baby took the apple and took a sip.

"When I see strangers, I am not afraid to hide, and sooner or later I will be trafficked." He Zi'an complained and asked the snot baby's family.

Not long after entering the circle in his previous life, when he was picking up leaks in other provinces to exercise his skills, he encountered a child with a broken calf outside a recycling station, and he couldn't bear to send him to the hospital for treatment.

The child didn't know when he asked, so he borrowed the name of the senior to write a medical record card.

Later, he couldn't find the child's family, so he put it next to him and slowly looked for it, and the child's name changed from temporary to printed on the ID card.

"Zhao Liang... No, kid, where is your home? He asked.

The snot baby nibbled on an apple and took the time to point with his little finger covered in sludge.

"Finally, one regret can be solved." He Zi'an was overjoyed, put the snot baby in the back of the car, and stepped on the tricycle.

Fengshan Village is a large village with thousands of households.

He Zi'an bumped around the village road for a long time before he stopped in front of a dilapidated farmhouse courtyard.

"Are you sure it's your house?" He asked, turning around and looking down.

Behind the car, the snot baby sits on the sack, with milk in one hand and bread in the other, and the small mouth makes a faint sound.

Fortunately, the master and apprentice had been together for decades in the previous life, and He Zi'an could easily hear it.

Then, he turned around and pedaled the tricycle and moved towards the gate of the small courtyard.

There was a white-haired old man sitting on the floor in the room.

"There's no paper to sell at home."

The old man had a mouth, few teeth, but his voice was clear.

"I'm not here to collect the rags." He Zi'an got out of the car and picked up the snot baby in the back car.

"Little potato, you're running around again." The old man dragged his body out of the threshold with his hands on the ground.

"Don't worry." He Zi'an hugged the snot baby and walked quickly to the door to put it down.

"Grandpa eats." Snotty baby handed over the half-nibbled bread in her hand.

The old man said angrily: "Didn't you tell you not to pick up other people's things?" Our family is a little poor, but ......"

He Zi'an watched silently in front of the door.

On the way here, he asked Snot Baby a lot of things and got some basic information.

At this moment, he canyon, a four-year-old little thing, can understand the big truth, hell.

Sure enough, the snot baby bread was able to eat vigorously, but there was no response.

After half a ring, the old man also realized the problem, so he stopped talking and asked He Zi'an how much it was.

"I'm here to find the village chief, and there is no little potato to lead the way, so I specially thank him for the bread." He Zi'an waved his hand.

A hint of vigilance flashed in the old man's eyes.

When He Zi'an found out, he explained that he worked at the township supply and marketing office, and he was a former colleague with the village director.

The old man was relieved.

"Take the liberty of asking the old man, where are the parents of Little Potato?" He Zi'an was still worried about his apprentice's family, so he didn't leave in a hurry.

The old man looked carefully, and saw that he was not very old, and his face was soft, and he did not look like a bad person, so he leaned his back against the door and began to talk.

When the old man was young, he had done both good and bad things, and his legs were lost by accident outside the province once, and on the way back to the Minhai wilderness, he met a snot baby who was still in swaddling clothes.

Hearing this, He Zi'an was directly dumbfounded, and the co-author still didn't help the apprentice find his family.

"What's wrong?" The old man asked when he saw him with a look of loss.

He sat down on the ground with his back to the doorpost, and said, "It's nothing, old man, go on." ”

The old man was stunned, he had said everything that should be said, and what should he continue.

"You've dug up the grave." He Zi'an smiled.

Hearing this, the old man quickly retracted his hand and said with a wary expression: "You shouldn't have been sent by them." ”

"Don't be nervous, old man, I've just started collecting some old things everywhere." He Zi'an said sincerely.

The old man was still very vigilant.

He Zi'an thought about it, the old man mentioned that he picked up small potatoes in his hometown outside the province, and introduced his background in the local dialect on common sense.

"Is it Tiangang Village, where He Laolin's family is located?" The old man asked.

"The scope of our town is large, and the two villages cross the mountains and the river, and you still know my grandfather." He Zi'an pretended to be stunned.

"That old thing brought me into the business, of course I know it." The old man's tone was full of resentment.

He Zi'an didn't have a good impression of the current He family, let alone the grandfather who had never met, so he didn't want to ask in depth, and turned the topic around his apprentice.

"Aren't you new to the industry, what kind of fate can you see?" The old man was not friendly.

He Zi'an didn't mind, looked at the little potato that nibbled on bread and smiled, and said, "Intuition." ”

In the antique industry, no matter what business you do, intuition is sensitivity, which is the first threshold to enter the industry, so there is much less hostility on the old man's face.

"It was sleet that day, and the wound on my leg was infected and couldn't be delayed, so I picked up the little potatoes and rushed back, and after I settled down, I wrote to a local friend in Hongying City to help investigate, but unfortunately there were no clues in the past four years." The old man looked at the little potato and sighed.

The corners of He Zi'an's mouth twitched fiercely, and he frowned: "What is the swaddling material?" ”

"Ordinary linen, and the little potato was only about three months old at that time, so it's hard to find these basic information." The old man said.