"There seems to be a village in front of us. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Pang Yuan, who was walking in front, waved his fat palm, turned around and shouted excitedly at Mo Xiaoxie, who was hanging behind him.

The village can't be so coincidental, is it, is it the village where the ferrygirl lives?

Mo Xiaoxie couldn't help but speed up a few steps with a suspicious look, and it didn't take long for him to see the prototype of the village in Pang Yuan's mouth.

Seeing the green smoke slowly rising from the chimney on the roof, Mo Xiaoxie was overjoyed, and thought: Is this village really inhabited?

Looking at the smoke billowing momentum, someone must be lighting a fire to cook, but according to his understanding, the ghosts should not need to eat, which means that the village is likely to be inhabited by humans.

"Let's go over and see. There was excitement in his heart, Mo Xiaoye spoke, and then raised his legs and walked towards the place where the village was located.

After walking for two or three minutes, Mo Xiaoye clearly saw the overview of the entire village.

This village is not very large, and at a rough glance, there are only a dozen or so people in total, and if one family is counted as four, there are about fifty people.

At this time, the villagers were mostly doing farm work outside, weaving clothes and cloths, quite a bit of the leisurely and comfortable courtyard of the farmhouse, and the whole presented a self-sufficient and simple life.

"May I ask where your village chief lives here?" Seeing that the villagers were busy with their own affairs, and no one noticed the approach of the two of them, Pang Yuan let go of his voice and shouted loudly.

Sure enough, Pang Yuan's loud voice immediately attracted the attention of the villagers.

When they looked up at the speaker, they found that the two people standing at the entrance of the village and shouting were not from the village, they immediately became nervous one by one, their bodies moved subconsciously, and their hands involuntarily stretched out to the farm tools closest to them, trying to use it as a weapon to deal with Mo Xiaoxie and the two outsiders of unknown origin.

"Who are you, and how did you come to us?" asked a man in the prime of life with a hammer in his hand, glaring at them with a wary face.

"Don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong, we have no ill intentions, you put down your weapons first, and listen to me slowly. Mo Xiaoye was taken aback by their violent reaction, and hurriedly waved his hand and explained.

"Hmph. The man who took the lead snorted coldly and said without flinching: "If you don't make it clear that you don't want us to let you go, let's say, where did you come from?"

"We're actually ...... from the outside," Pang Yuan took over and said very quickly.

But before he finished speaking, he felt a pain in his waist, and instantly stopped his voice, rubbed his waist, which he knew was absolutely blue even if he didn't look at it, and glanced at the initiator with resentment, which made Mo Xiaoxie feel a chill.

Coughing lightly, shifting the eyes of the villagers to himself, Mo Xiaoxie said lightly: "Actually, we came from the other side of the river in that direction on a girl's boat, because we saw the smoke billowing from your place from a distance, out of curiosity, we just walked over, if it disturbed you, I apologized to you." ”

As he spoke, Mo Xiaoxie bowed, and his expression showed a little apology.

Seeing that his attitude was quite sincere, the "weapons" held by the villagers in their hands were loosened, and their vigilance was reduced a little.

But he still didn't mean to let them into the village, and then another old man who looked a little old man stepped forward more than ten steps tremblingly and asked, "Young man, what are you doing with the village chief here, do you have a grudge against him?" ”

"Of course not. ”

Afraid that the villagers would misunderstand, Mo Xiaoye quickly said: "Actually, I have some questions that I want to ask him clearly in person, if it is convenient, I don't know if you can help me introduce it, I am grateful." ”

The old man smiled, and the entire emaciated skeleton seemed to be scattered into pieces of bone, and said, "If my memory is good enough and there is no mistake, then the person you are looking for is me." ”

"Are you the village chief of this village?" Pang Yuan was shocked, looking at him who was weak, his eyes were full of disbelief.

And the middle-aged man who had spoken before saw his look of disbelief, his face sank, he pinched the hammer in his hand, and was about to step forward.

Turning his head sideways and giving a soft "huh?", the old man pressed back with his thin palm, stopping the middle-aged man's movements.

It seems that although he is old, he still has a lot of prestige in the village and is loved by the villagers.

The middle-aged man stopped when he heard this, and slowly put down the "weapon" in his hand, but his resentful eyes still made Mo Xiaoye quite embarrassed, it seemed that the impression that the two of them met for the first time was not very good.

"Don't look at my age, but I am indeed the head of this village, and everyone behind me can testify to this. The old man pointed back to the dozen or so villagers standing outside, and said calmly, "I just don't know what you want to ask?"

Seeing that the old village chief was not annoyed by their rude words and deeds, but was very generous in solving problems for him, Mo Xiaoxiao smiled guiltily and said: "Actually, we are looking for the whereabouts of the 'Wraith Grass', I think you have lived here for a long time, you should be very familiar with the surrounding grass and trees, but I don't know if you have heard of where this herb grows?"

As soon as he raised his eyebrows slightly, the old village chief's forehead was covered with deep ditches, and he turned his head and whispered a few words to the middle-aged man, the old village chief groaned deeply, and then asked: "Can you specifically describe what that 'Wraith Grass' looks like, maybe the name is different in different places, just by one name, we can't judge whether we have seen it or not." ”

Nodding his head clearly, Mo Xiaoxie said that he knew, just like lychee grass, some people call it evening grass in other places, and some people call it frog grass, and there are different names in various places, and this kind of thing is often there.

So Mo Xiaoxie repeated it to the old village chief according to the description of the information he got from Shuiyun Jushi, and then stood there quietly, watching the old village chief discuss with a few villagers.

After a long time, the discussion gradually stopped, and Mo Xiaoye looked at them with a hopeful gaze and asked, "How is it? ”

Turning his head again to confirm with the villagers around him, the old village chief slowly spoke: "According to what you described, we should have seen the so-called 'Wraith Grass'. ”

I heard that they had seen it before, and this news was no less than being told that it would rain tomorrow after a long drought, Mo Xiaoye and Pang Yuan glanced at each other, and they both saw the excitement in each other's eyes.

"There seems to be a village in front of us. Pang Yuan, who was walking in front, waved his fat palm, turned around and shouted excitedly at Mo Xiaoxie, who was hanging behind him.

The village can't be so coincidental, is it, is it the village where the ferrygirl lives?

Mo Xiaoxie couldn't help but speed up a few steps with a suspicious look, and it didn't take long for him to see the prototype of the village in Pang Yuan's mouth.

Seeing the green smoke slowly rising from the chimney on the roof, Mo Xiaoxie was overjoyed, and thought: Is this village really inhabited?

Looking at the smoke billowing momentum, someone must be lighting a fire to cook, but according to his understanding, the ghosts should not need to eat, which means that the village is likely to be inhabited by humans.

"Let's go over and see. There was excitement in his heart, Mo Xiaoye spoke, and then raised his legs and walked towards the place where the village was located.

After walking for two or three minutes, Mo Xiaoye clearly saw the overview of the entire village.

This village is not very large, and at a rough glance, there are only a dozen or so people in total, and if one family is counted as four, there are about fifty people.

At this time, the villagers were mostly doing farm work outside, weaving clothes and cloths, quite a bit of the leisurely and comfortable courtyard of the farmhouse, and the whole presented a self-sufficient and simple life.

"May I ask where your village chief lives here?" Seeing that the villagers were busy with their own affairs, and no one noticed the approach of the two of them, Pang Yuan let go of his voice and shouted loudly.

Sure enough, Pang Yuan's loud voice immediately attracted the attention of the villagers.

When they looked up at the speaker, they found that the two people standing at the entrance of the village and shouting were not from the village, they immediately became nervous one by one, their bodies moved subconsciously, and their hands involuntarily stretched out to the farm tools closest to them, trying to use it as a weapon to deal with Mo Xiaoxie and the two outsiders of unknown origin.

"Who are you, and how did you come to us?" asked a man in the prime of life with a hammer in his hand, glaring at them with a wary face.

"Don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong, we have no ill intentions, you put down your weapons first, and listen to me slowly. Mo Xiaoye was taken aback by their violent reaction, and hurriedly waved his hand and explained.

"Hmph. The man who took the lead snorted coldly and said without flinching: "If you don't make it clear that you don't want us to let you go, let's say, where did you come from?"

"We're actually ...... from the outside," Pang Yuan took over and said very quickly.

But before he finished speaking, he felt a pain in his waist, and instantly stopped his voice, rubbed his waist, which he knew was absolutely blue even if he didn't look at it, and glanced at the initiator with resentment, which made Mo Xiaoxie feel a chill.

Coughing lightly, shifting the eyes of the villagers to himself, Mo Xiaoxie said lightly: "Actually, we came from the other side of the river in that direction on a girl's boat, because we saw the smoke billowing from your place from a distance, out of curiosity, we just walked over, if it disturbed you, I apologized to you." ”

As he spoke, Mo Xiaoxie bowed, and his expression showed a little apology.

Seeing that his attitude was quite sincere, the "weapons" held by the villagers in their hands were loosened, and their vigilance was reduced a little.

But he still didn't mean to let them into the village, and then another old man who looked a little old man stepped forward more than ten steps tremblingly and asked, "Young man, what are you doing with the village chief here, do you have a grudge against him?" ”

"Of course not. ”

Afraid that the villagers would misunderstand, Mo Xiaoye quickly said: "Actually, I have some questions that I want to ask him clearly in person, if it is convenient, I don't know if you can help me introduce it, I am grateful." ”

The old man smiled, and the entire emaciated skeleton seemed to be scattered into pieces of bone, and said, "If my memory is good enough and there is no mistake, then the person you are looking for is me." ”

"Are you the village chief of this village?" Pang Yuan was shocked, looking at him who was weak, his eyes were full of disbelief.

And the middle-aged man who had spoken before saw his look of disbelief, his face sank, he pinched the hammer in his hand, and was about to step forward.

Turning his head sideways and giving a soft "huh?", the old man pressed back with his thin palm, stopping the middle-aged man's movements.

It seems that although he is old, he still has a lot of prestige in the village and is loved by the villagers.

The middle-aged man stopped when he heard this, and slowly put down the "weapon" in his hand, but his resentful eyes still made Mo Xiaoye quite embarrassed, it seemed that the impression that the two of them met for the first time was not very good.

"Don't look at my age, but I am indeed the head of this village, and everyone behind me can testify to this. The old man pointed back to the dozen or so villagers standing outside, and said calmly, "I just don't know what you want to ask?"

Seeing that the old village chief was not annoyed by their rude words and deeds, but was very generous in solving problems for him, Mo Xiaoxiao smiled guiltily and said: "Actually, we are looking for the whereabouts of the 'Wraith Grass', I think you have lived here for a long time, you should be very familiar with the surrounding grass and trees, but I don't know if you have heard of where this herb grows?"

As soon as he raised his eyebrows slightly, the old village chief's forehead was covered with deep ditches, and he turned his head and whispered a few words to the middle-aged man, the old village chief groaned deeply, and then asked: "Can you specifically describe what that 'Wraith Grass' looks like, maybe the name is different in different places, just by one name, we can't judge whether we have seen it or not." ”

Nodding his head clearly, Mo Xiaoxie said that he knew, just like lychee grass, some people call it evening grass in other places, and some people call it frog grass, and there are different names in various places, and this kind of thing is often there.

So Mo Xiaoxie repeated it to the old village chief according to the description of the information he got from Shuiyun Jushi, and then stood there quietly, watching the old village chief discuss with a few villagers.

After a long time, the discussion gradually stopped, and Mo Xiaoye looked at them with a hopeful gaze and asked, "How is it? ”

Turning his head again to confirm with the villagers around him, the old village chief slowly spoke: "According to what you described, we should have seen the so-called 'Wraith Grass'. ”

I heard that they had seen it before, and this news was no less than being told that it would rain tomorrow after a long drought, Mo Xiaoye and Pang Yuan glanced at each other, and they both saw the excitement in each other's eyes. (To be continued.) )