Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11842

Changping Village, Wanghai County.

Yang Ruoqing had no idea about the fight between Cao Bamei, Liu Shi, and Sixi Niang under the old maple tree.

Because she herself led a group into the mountains, and took one of the paths to find Xiu Hong and Sixi.

Half of this team consisted of people who gathered medicinal herbs. Yang Ruoqing's younger cousin, Yang Yongqing, and Xiaojie's father were also included in Yang Ruoqing's team.

"This mountain is so big, even if those two naughty kids just sit under a tea tree, we might not be able to find them!" Xiao Jie's father was panting heavily, and everyone else was also covered in sweat.

We've been wandering around this mountain road and the nearby woods for quite some time now. If you were to calculate it in miles, we'd probably covered almost ten miles, but we haven't seen a single person.

Yang Ruoqing stopped and said to the others in the group, "Everyone, rest here, have some water, and recover your strength."

She jumped onto a large rock nearby, gazing into the distance, her mind racing with thoughts of how to find it.

Even though she had been searching all along the way, calling out Xiu Hong's name and asking her to show herself, saying that her family elders had already made arrangements and that her wish could be fulfilled so that she could come out.

We searched and called out the whole way, but there was no response at all.

"Could it be that it's not around here?" Just as Yang Ruoqing was racking her brains, her gaze suddenly fixed on a valley in front of her.

"Hey bro, come here for a second." Yang Ruoqing beckoned to Yang Yongqing, who was sitting on the ground.

"You're here. What's up?" Yang Yongqing sprang up from the ground, having recovered most of his strength, and strode over to Yang Ruoqing to ask.

“Brother, look at that roof over in the valley over there. Whose house is that?” Yang Ruoqing asked, pointing to the valley.

Yang Ruoqing hasn't been to these mountains for a long time. When she burns incense and sweeps tombs during Qingming and Zhongyuan Festival, she goes to the mountains in another direction. She probably hasn't been here for two or three years.
If I remember correctly, there wasn't that little house in this valley before. Yang Yongqing also climbed up the big rock and looked in the direction Yang Ruoqing pointed.

"Oh, that house? Isn't that the house in our village's forest farm?" Yang Yongqing asked.

Yang Ruoqing said, "How could that be? The houses in our village's forest farm aren't even in this valley!"

Yang Yongqing: "Oh, oh, oh, I misspoke. It looks a bit like that, but it's really not. The houses in our village's forest farm are wooden houses, and the backs are all abandoned..."

Yang Yongqing continued to observe.

Yang Ruoqing then recalled the wooden house in the forest farm of Changping Village. Years ago, before Yang Huazhong became the village head, the previous village head was Wang Hongtao.

In Wang Hongtao's hands was the wooden house built by the villagers, intended as a place for the mountain watchers of Changping Village to rest and stay.

Later, they found a woman's corpse in the mountains with a rotten face. They temporarily placed it in that house, waiting for someone to come and claim it.

After waiting for half a month without anyone coming, and with the stench unbearable, they finally burned it and buried it on the spot.

The second thing that left a deep impression on Yang Ruoqing was when Da Bai, during his rebellious teenage years, ran away from home, only to be harmed and poisoned.

Yang Ruoqing called Xiaoyu, and in the middle of the night, they took Dabai to the wooden house in the forest in the valley to cure him of the poison...

Therefore, Yang Ruoqing clearly remembers that the wooden houses in the forest farm of Changping Village are not like the wooden houses in the valley in front of her.

The house in the valley before us wasn't even a wooden house; it was built of stone and mud bricks, with a thatched roof and even a small chimney extending from the pile of thatch, pointing towards the sky…