"I know that the hills around here are small, so there won't be any beasts, and I won't go to Mianshan."
Zhou Xi paused at this point, Mianshan is the mountain in the direction of the county after leaving the village. The mountain is connected to the mountain, but it is not high. I remember that when they were young, they used to look for wild fruits on it. There are more mountains there than others.
There's even things like wild boar roe and wolves.
But the young people in Qili Village are very courageous, and they will not stop going to Mianshan because of this, and call for friends. As long as there are many people, they dare to go all the way across Mianshan to another county.
But ever since the corpses of Zhou Yin and his wife were found on it, people in Qili Village subconsciously avoided it. For many years, few people went up to look for things.
Zhou Xi hurried out.
Qian leaned on the wall and was lost in thought for a while.
The children of the old Zhou family were all driven to the small courtyard next door, and only the four daughters-in-law were busy in the big courtyard.
Mrs. Feng wiped the neck of the chicken and was waiting for the boiling water to remove the hair. Mrs. Fang was boiling the water. Mrs. He went to the vegetable garden to pick vegetables, and Mrs. Qian was kneading the noodles.
The family has run out of rice for a long time, so naturally they can't steam rice. The noodle slices or pancakes that they have been eating recently, occasionally the old Zhou Tou will allow them to be extravagant, and let Xiaoqian make a bowl of noodles for everyone...
Occasionally, a few children's voices could be heard from the small courtyard next door, but it was so far away that it seemed to be coming from the sky. Qian's tears that had stopped at first suddenly fell like a river that broke its embankment. Can't stop...
This is what old Zhou saw when he came back with a group of children. He couldn't help asking loudly, "What's the matter, what's the matter?"
The village chief and the yamen servants in the house heard the sound and went out. Qian first saw Zhou Xi following behind with dim eyes. Seeing her nod, she knew that she had already spoken to old Zhou Tou.
She simply leaned against the wall and said nothing, she didn't want to talk now, let alone talk to Lao Zhoutou.
Old Zhou looked at her one after another, and first got to know each other with the yamen servant under the introduction of the village head.
The yamen servant looked at the large group of young men behind him in surprise, swallowed his saliva and said, "It's easy to say, easy to say."
Man Bao heard the movement next door, left all the nephews and nieces and ran to the next door...
"Sister-in-law!" Erya couldn't catch her, and was about to catch up with her, when the five heads and six heads who were put on the bed groaned together, Erya could only stomp her feet, and asked the second head to chase after sister-in-law. Go back and continue to look at the two cousins.
Man Bao rushed to the main room, saw his father, threw himself into his arms, and cried out loud.
Old Zhou was very distressed, and quickly asked: "What's the matter, what's the matter, what's the matter with you?"
Qian Shi wiped away her tears and came over, pulled Man Bao to wipe her tears and said: "Don't cry, let your father greet the guests."
Man Bao snuggled into his mother's arms and sobbed, turned his head secretly, and gave the yamen servant a sneaky look.
The yamen servant didn't find it.
After seeing Lao Zhou's six sons, the yamen servant was more polite to Lao Zhou's family, so he didn't say anything to Qian's table, and didn't say anything to Man Bao who was leaning on Qian's body.
Although the village chief and Qian's family had been informed, the yamen servants formally reiterated it with Lao Zhoutou, emphasizing that they had to bring their things to the county yamen to go through the cancellation procedures.
Although he had already known what happened from Zhou Xi in advance, and he had figured out what the old wife meant, but old Zhou was still a little undecided.
Although the name is the same, he is not his own brother, is he
But when Zhou Yin died, the official who came to the village made him feel like a thorn in his throat. At this time, there was a chance for him, the old Zhou family, and even the whole Qili Village to get out of that predicament.
The village head kicked Lao Zhou's head lightly under the table, reminding him: "Uncle Jin, the official is asking you something."
Old Zhou Tou responded sullenly, "How many heads of household do you need to sign this guarantee letter?"
"At least five households."
Old Zhou wants to smoke.
Qian wiped the corners of his eyes and said: "My lord, my family has a deep brotherhood, and I still can't take it easy now. By the way, my family Zhou Xi went out because of a drought when he was fourteen years old. The appearance is written about my family Zhou Yin, but that place seems to be Shangzhou... "
The yamen servant took a sip of the bean curd and said, "Isn't it Shangzhou? The yamen in Liangzhou have checked and verified that these things have already been sent to Shangzhou, but the people in the county yamen in Shangzhou said that Zhou Yin is not The local people came from our Mianzhou and married a woman surnamed Xia in the local area. After the death of the parents of the Xia family, they moved away with the family, and it is said that they want to return to Mianzhou."
The old Zhou's family were stunned when they heard this.
The yamen servant slapped his thigh and said: "For some reason, people went to Liangzhou, and the family of three were all murdered by bandits. If it wasn't for the suppression of bandits in Liangzhou years ago, I'm afraid they didn't know they were dead."
The yamen servant comforted them not very sincerely, "You guys are mourning, at least you know your life and death now, don't you?"
Old Zhou's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.
Qian Shi was the first to come back to his senses, nodded and said: "Yes, yes, what you said is reasonable."
Mrs. Qian got up, grabbed Man Bao and smiled at the yamen servant: "You sit down first, I'll go to the kitchen to have a look..."
There are a lot of people in the family, Xiaoqian's cooking is very fast, and he set up a table of noodles in a short time, and then served them.
Old Zhou Tou only ordered Zhou Dalang and sat down together, while the other sons went to the kitchen and got a bowl of noodle soup by themselves and squatted in the courtyard to eat.
The yamen servant didn't care about this, he gnawed a chicken leg, and said cheerfully: "I'll just say, this chicken has to be tender, the chicken you raise at home is really delicious, it's the best I've ever eaten this year Eat chicken."
Old Zhou Tou smiled at him, gave him another chicken leg, and said with a smile: "If the official thinks it tastes good, eat more."
The village chief couldn't help but glanced at him, and thought to himself, if Aunt Qian was here, Aunt Qian would give him a chicken to take away no matter how reluctant she was.
But what the heck.
The village chief lowered his head to eat noodles. Except for the old Zhou family, he knew Zhou Yin’s situation best. What the yamen servant said just now, if he hadn’t confirmed that Zhou Yin died seven years ago, he would almost have thought that what the yamen servant brought was Zhou Yin's relic.
The situation is so consistent, what are you afraid of
The yamen servant had enough to eat and drink, and finally took his things away.
Because he thought that tofu was also delicious, Lao Zhou asked Xiao Qian to wrap several pieces of tofu for him, and he also had to send him a basket.
People still look down on small baskets, and insist on a big basket that their family puts under the eaves.
Old Zhou tolerated it one by one. Anyway, these things are not expensive, but it is impossible to want chickens.
He just killed a young hen that had just laid eggs, but his heart ached to death, and he still wanted to take one away, dreaming
Seeing that it was useless to hint or express, the yamen servant curled his lips and left with a cold snort.
Obviously, the friendship that was developed after a meal disappeared immediately, and the impression may even have dropped to a negative number.