My master is invincible

Chapter 1888 Yin Yang Rice (92)

Thinking of this, I simply didn't do anything, just put all the messy thoughts in my mind behind me, and focused on doing what Lin Fan wanted.

Of course, I didn't make such a decision because I was ignorant, but because Lin Fan had calculated how much money I had when I left the teahouse.

Based on this, I completely believed in Lin Fan's words.

After making up our minds, the old driver Huang and I told him all the thoughts in our hearts.

As soon as the old driver Huang heard this, he asked me: "Xiao Jiu, since you don't want Yuan Qingtian to know about Yin Yang Rice, my suggestion to you is that we'd better not mess around in this village. The best way is to find someone nearby. a village, and then fiddle with yin and yang rice."

I would like to find a nearby village to make yin and yang rice, but the problem is, I am not familiar with the place here, so where can I find a village.

Wait, isn't this old yellow driver a local?

If I remember correctly, his hometown doesn't seem to be far from here.

So, I put my idea on the old Huang driver and asked him: "Old Huang, how far is your home from here?"

The old Huang driver has been in the rivers and lakes for so many years, so he naturally understood what I meant, so he said, "Xiao Jiu, do you want to... go to my village?"

You're not polite, just tell him bluntly, "Yes."

He thought about it for a while, and then slowly said: "That's fine, anyway, our village is not far from here, but, aren't you worried that Yuan Qingtian will mess with the corpse after we return to the village?"

I naturally understood his worry, so I said: "You can watch for me in this village, and I can go to your village alone to cook Yinyang rice. By the way, there is one more thing, I have to tell you in advance, you must pay close attention to it." Yuan Qingtian, if something happens to him again, you must notify me immediately."

He didn't say anything, just stared at me for a long time.

To be honest, I was a little worried that he would not agree. After all, leaving him alone in this village would definitely encounter some dangers. If he disagreed, it would be expected.

To my relief, after the old yellow driver stared at me for a while, he said slowly, "That's fine, but, Xiao Jiu, you go to my village to make yin and yang food, what if the villagers don't agree? "

I smiled and explained: "Don't worry about this, I naturally have a way to get them to agree, but you stay in this village alone, I'm worried that Yuan Qingtian will treat you..."

Before I finished speaking, he smiled, patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, don't forget what I do. As an old driver, I am very responsible to tell you that observing words and emotions is our basic skill. Then Yuan Qingtian's momentum is wrong, I will definitely run away immediately, and I hope you don't say that I am afraid of death."

I smiled and cursed, "You old bastard, I scolded you for no reason."

He smiled back and told me that their village is called Niu Mian Village, which is about seven or eight miles to the northeast of the village.

It is quite easy to find the Niu Mian Village. There are two old willow trees planted at the entrance of the village, which look like noodles.

After listening to what he said, I nodded and asked him some more about the village.

The old yellow driver told me that if the villagers in his village didn't believe me, I should call him and ask him to tell the villagers in person.

However, it is worth mentioning that when he said this, the old yellow driver said something inexplicable. He said that when making yin and yang meals in their village, one must avoid an old man, saying that the old man is crazy, look To outsiders, it is very likely to destroy the yin and yang rice.

I wrote down what he said, and exchanged mobile phone numbers with him, and then I didn't stay here for long, and went straight to the village of the old driver Huang.

I had just walked less than seven or eight steps on my side, when there was a burst of yelling from behind, it was the yelling from the coffin bearers who were digging the grave.

I stopped and turned my head to look at the coffin bearers. Those people were trying their best to dig the tomb there. Judging by their strength, it is estimated that the tomb can be finished tonight.

I was a little anxious, and I couldn't take care of so much, so I rushed towards the Niu Mian Village that the old driver Huang said.

On the way, because I was in a hurry to get to Niu Mian Village, I stopped a motorcycle. After about 10 minutes, I was already at the entrance of Niu Mian Village.

This Niu Mian Village is similar to what the old driver Huang said. Two old willow trees stand at the entrance of the village, which is really eye-catching.

Standing at the entrance of the village, I didn't rush into the village, but stared at the village for a while.

Looking at it, I immediately found that the economic conditions in this village seem to be a little worse than Yuan Zhenghua's hometown. Many houses are old houses left over from the Republic of China, and this village seems to be much more popular than Yuan Zhenghua's hometown.

The reason is that I found that many young people in this village are in the village and never go out to work, and the whole village is overcrowded.

It's strange, how come there are so many people in this village, and the houses in this village are even more densely packed, and the originally small village is crowded to the brim.

Looking at the environment of the village, I don't know why, but I felt a faint feeling of uneasiness in my heart, and felt that this village was too abnormal.

Let me just ask, it is 2012 now, no matter where they are, many young people will choose to go out to work, on the one hand for money, on the other hand, young people want to go to big cities to see something.

However, a vision appeared in this village. Almost all of the younger generation are in the village.

If it is said that the village is rich, and the younger generation can support their families in the village without going out to work, that would make sense.

But, judging from the appearance of this village, it doesn't look like a wealthy village!
Is this what is going on?
With this feeling of doubt, I slowly walked into the village.

Strange to say, the moment I stepped into the village, all the dogs in the village, male and female, all chased after me and kept barking at me.

What's even more evil is that these dogs seem to be very organized. They stand in a group and keep barking at me.

Hell, what kind of village is this, even the dogs are so wicked.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in his forties came over. He whistled at the dogs first, and then cursed with a smile, "You bastards, the dogs are barking like ghosts, go back to your houses quickly, Don't be an eyesore here."

The moment his words fell to the ground, the dogs walked towards the village obediently wagging their tails.

"Little brother, may I ask you a question, you don't look like a local!" The middle-aged man looked at me.

While he was looking at me, I was also looking at him. This man was of medium build, with a cropped cut, and a set of yellowed camouflage short sleeves.

Without any hesitation, I immediately took out a cigarette, passed it to the middle-aged man, and said, "Uncle, I am..."

Before I could finish speaking, he frowned, interrupted my words, and said softly: "Little brother, that's what you do!"

(End of this chapter)