Doesn’t the village chief’s family know how to make the best apricot blossom wine? How did being poor become this virtue
Okay, obviously we came out of the temporary property, and we got the position when we turned to the side, but the big black dog took us around the village for a long time before coming back here, because I was afraid that I would ask for banknotes back and forth. The rhythm!
"Black-hearted dog."
I pointed at it and cursed.
"Wow."
The black dog replied twice with a thick face, and then went back to his home with a flash, leaving me gnashing my teeth in the night breeze.
"This dog is not a good thing." Two Qianjin scolded.
"It's an old fritters, no wonder the wounds are so scarred on the body, do the villagers fear it in their hearts?" Shi Heizang said suddenly.
"Maybe it's self-protective color." I said something pointedly.
"Xiaodu, you mean that the black dog usually doesn't understand the intention of being beaten by the accident, and it didn't dare to expose its IQ in front of the villagers?" Two thousand gold seconds understood what I meant.
I smiled and turned to look at Shi Heizang.
"The owner of the museum is right. Things are abnormal. If the black dog shows the difference in the countryside, it may scare the villagers. It is possible to kill it directly."
Shi Heizang pondered for a while and agreed with me very much.
I never mentioned the previous dispute about the exact location of the village chief’s house and the Wang’s house. Facts have proved that I missed it. The old Wang’s house is the one with the largest area and the thickest family base. This is the proof of this huge ancient house courtyard.
On the contrary, the village chief who thought that the economic conditions of the whole village was the best, but being poor became that virtue, I couldn't figure it out. Why don't you make money if you have winemaking skills? This thing is reasonable and legal, there is no need to suffer yourself, right
"What time is it?" Shi Heizang asked
I took out my phone and looked at it, and said in a condensed voice, "It's four-fifteen in the morning, hey, why is it still so dark? It stands to reason that there should be morning light coming through."
I look into the east.
At this moment, the closed door of the ancient house suddenly squeaked.
"What the hell?" The few of us were shocked, and then rushed out into the shadows next to them with extremely quick reaction.
The power of the illusion has not been completely disintegrated. It stands to reason that even if we are seen, we cannot be found. But after the big black dog, I’m not sure. It’s safest to use it honestly.
It's better to hide it in a reliable way.
As soon as we hid it, the heavy door of the ancient house slowly opened inward.
Then, one after another came out.
I looked over in shock. The man at the head was an old lady in a blue shirt. She was old-fashioned, with unwieldy legs and legs. He was leaning on a cane. A middle-aged man with a naive look and dark skin was supporting the old lady.
These two were at the forefront, and there were many others behind.
The man who was younger than the naive middle-aged man was a little bit stubborn and struggling to walk.
Two middle-aged village women followed. Behind them there were three young people, all seventeen or eighteen years old, two women and one man. They looked ordinary and could not be found in the crowd.
This group of eight people walked out of the ancient house, without even closing the door, and walking along the village road towards the wooden bridge at the entrance of the village. What made people feel horrified was that they didn't say a word or even their attitude changed much in the process. , Everyone's eyes are not scattered like a focus, and they are very confused.
Just seeing them, I know who they are.
The old lady must be Wang Kuangbiao's old mother. It is said that she is only in her sixties. How can she be so old
Also, within a short period of time, the white-haired man gave the black-haired man the granddaughter and the son's. The old lady's past was not beaten. She is already dead, and instant aging is also very possible.
The ancients have legends of white heads all night, which shows how much worries and sadness can hit people.
The middle-aged man who supported the old lady with a simple face should be the old man of the Wang family who was violent, and Wang Qianer was his daughter.
The rickety middle-aged man behind should be Wang Kuangba. Looking closely, their faces are indeed somewhat similar to Wang Kuangbiao.
The two women at the back are of course their daughter-in-laws. The last three young people must be the children of Wang Kuangmeng and Wang Kuangbiao. Unfortunately, Wang Qianer is missing from them, and it is impossible to tell which young man is Wang Qianer. Brother
After four o'clock in the morning, the people in the city may think it is too early, but it is nothing to the country folks. They have become a habit of going to the fields to do farm work.
The problem is that the eight members of the Wang family went to the entrance of the village. They were not working in the fields.
We who were hiding in the dark stared at each other.
I quickly made a decision: "Keep up with them and see what they are doing?"
"Good." Two thousand
Jin and Shi Heizang all responded.
The bat alien beast that had flown back to the leather bag a long time ago also screamed in a low voice. I patted the leather bag backhand and signaled the bat alien beast to keep quiet, and then hung far behind the eight members of the Wang family and followed.
The Wang family walked slowly, and the old lady almost fell down several times. Wang Kuangmeng stepped forward and supported the other arm of the old lady to stabilize the old lady’s body. Even so, all eight of them closed their mouths tightly. No one speaks, only the movement between walking.
This scene fell in our eyes, and we felt all hairy!
For some reason, I was shocked when I watched the Wang Family's emergence. I still can't figure out the specific reasons.
With the help of her two sons, the old lady walked hard across the village road, walked towards the small wooden bridge, and reached the opposite bank of the river.
The eight members of the Wang family lined up, standing quietly in the dark, as if they were transformed into statues, motionless!
"What are they doing?"
We who are observing in the dark are extremely incomprehensible.
I waited for more than half an hour, and I couldn't understand how the old lady of the Wang family could stand there for such a long time.
Four to fifty.
I looked to the east suspiciously again.
There is no sign of the sun shining, and what you see is a deep night.
"This environment is not right." Shi Heizang looked in the direction of my eyes and said this.
"Is it wrong? Isn't it...?"
My heart jumped, and I looked at the screen of the phone hurriedly, the signal on it was full.
Trying to dial Xu Fulong's number, the phone rang for a long time, but no one answered.
A cold sweat came on my forehead, and a terrifying thought rose to my heart: "Unknowingly, we have entered another dimension of the integration of Xingshen Village? There is no day but night. The mobile phone seems normal, but in fact, Nowhere?"
Trying to surf the Internet on a mobile phone, it makes my heart cold.
Obviously, the signal is full, but I can't connect to the network. The text prompts that the system is busy and try again later.
Before I could tell the two daughters about it, the sound of footsteps from a distance shocked us. We turned our heads and looked at Qi Qi Shihua on the spot.
Hundreds of villagers walked along the village road one by one. Seeing the meaning, they all have to cross the small wooden bridge at the entrance of the village
What are they going to do
Isn't it necessary to stand there and wait like the eight members of the Wang family
The question is, why
(End of this chapter)