After the two figures disappeared into the corridor, people at the dinner table began to discuss them.
"It seems like they haven't had dinner with us since yesterday."
"Yes, yes. When we first came here yesterday, Wen Youyang seemed to want to eat, but was stopped by Lu Zhu. Did he only drink water afterwards?"
"Is there something wrong with eating?"
"It's impossible. Didn't Wen Youyang encounter that one last night? If it's really a matter of eating, does that mean that people who don't eat are more likely to encounter it?"
"That makes sense."
"But even though he met him, didn't he die? The only ones who really die are those who have eaten."
"Didn't Wen Youyang say we'll come down to eat later? Just see if they come down to eat later. If they don't come down to eat, it proves that there is really a problem with eating."
Everyone discussed until the end and selected one person to be the representative to verify Wen Youyang's words.
As soon as Wen Youyang returned to the room and closed the door, he turned his back to Xi Ying impatiently and said anxiously: "Scratch it for me, I feel itchy on my back."
This kind of thing is normal. Xi Ying didn't think too much and stretched out her hand to scratch him.
"A little above, a little to the left, a little to the right, and above, eh! This is it!"
After being scratched, Wen Youyang felt comfortable all over the world.
"Thank you, Lu Zhu." Wen Youyang turned around, his face flushed with a light red after just scratching his itch.
Xi Ying: "Yeah."
Wen Youyang felt that Mr. Lu Zhu was just different from others.
Normally, when someone says "thank you", most of the next words are "you're welcome" as a courtesy.
But look at Mr. Lu Zhu, he just said "hmm" and accepted his thanks with peace of mind.
Not that you shouldn’t accept it, but this attitude is very different and very cool.
Wen Youyang yearns for this kind of cool personality, but it is unlikely that he will have it in this life.
He was never a cool person.
It is precisely because of this that he...
I like Lu Zhu.
Xi Ying didn't know Wen Youyang's inner thoughts. She walked to the bedside, sat down, and said, "Let's sort out and summarize our morning's situation, go over it and listen."
As soon as he got down to business, Wen Youyang's expression became serious.
"According to our survey results in the morning, most of the villagers' sons and daughters left the village in order to make a lot of money. Some villagers agreed with this. There is indeed no future in being farmers in the village all their lives. Some villagers also think that this is It's unfilial, their ancestors are in the village, and the children go out to work or even settle elsewhere, isn't that unfilial to their ancestors?"
Xi Ying nodded: "You analyze it."
Wen Youyang: "I think the term 'unfilial' has something to do with our current situation. After all, it is related to the dead."
Xi Ying followed his train of thought and what she said was a bit funny: "So you think it was the ancestors of those young people who asked them to go out?"
Wen Youyang: "..." Damn it, boss, how did you know that I meant this.
Wen Youyang said: "I can only think of this level for the time being, after all, there is very little information now."
Xi Ying lay down on the bed, looking a little tired.
I don't know why, but when he saw her like this, Wen Youyang felt like a bitch who wanted to please.