In many costume dramas, most of the farming of farmers are classic standard configurations for oxen and wooden plows.

But in fact, such a scene is like a domestic workplace floating drama where the hero and heroine have a salary of 2,000 yuan and rent a luxury apartment of more than 100 square meters, full of brand-name fashion, and eating must be as unreliable as a high-end restaurant with an elegant environment.

Even after the founding of the People's Republic of China, as an important tool for agricultural production, large livestock such as cattle were mostly owned by collective public ownership. Not to mention that ordinary self-cultivated farmers could not afford it, even if they could afford it, they might not be able to afford it.

Not to mention the famine season where there is no food to fill the stomach. The only food is not enough for people to eat, so how can there be excess food to raise cattle?

Besides, time doesn't match.

The old man only took a quarter of an hour from going out to returning. Apart from the time he took milk, the range of movement was not large, and he could only contact a limited number of families at most.

All the nearby families are poor farmers, and there are not even walls or courtyard gates. There are only a few simple thatched huts with mud walls standing there. If there are large livestock such as cattle, it is impossible to see the cattle shed...

"You mean, this old man is lying? Is he a monster?"

"Madam Chou" put down the pottery bowl in panic. The psychological shadow left by the bride "Ahu" before had not yet been eliminated, so she dared not give "Baigui Wan" the suspicious milk from the source.

Luo Jie had a vague guess in his heart, waved his hand and signaled "Madam Chou" not to panic, and said, "The old man is a human, maybe it's just a bit hard to say."

After saying that, he stood up and walked towards the door: "It's getting late. Feed the child and go to bed quickly. We will continue to rush tomorrow... Lai Guang, stay here to protect Mrs. Chou, I'll find a place outside to deal with it all night."

"But... Lord Lord, it's not safe outside."

"Don't worry." Luo Jie raised his hand to stop the "Yuan Lai Guang" who was about to catch up with him, and said indifferently: "I'm not so weak that I can't hold on for a few minutes. If there is really danger, I will call you."

"Okay then... be careful."

In the night in the small village, everything is silent.

A bright moon hangs on the black tent-like sky, covering the earth with a layer of quiet silver light.

Luo Jie walked out of the side room and released a "ghostly fox". He confirmed that the old man in the main room had fallen asleep, so he went straight to a barn in the backyard.

The barn was not locked, and a gap was opened in the door, and a dim light was faintly visible inside.

"The secret of this family seems to be hidden here."

Luo Jie was about to push the door and enter, but suddenly he heard the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, as if someone had climbed over the wall from outside.

"Is this a coincidence? It seems that I came at a time."

A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of Luo Jie's mouth, and his body moved into the darkness of the courtyard.

Under the wall of the backyard, a young man dressed in a scholar sat on the ground in a mess, grinning and rubbing his ankles.

Suddenly, a long sword with cold air was silently placed on his neck from behind.

"Good man--"

The young man was about to kneel down and beg for mercy, but Luo Jie pressed his mouth down.

"Don't shout if you don't want to die. Whatever I ask, you answer, don't say extra nonsense, do you understand?"

The young man looked frightened and nodded repeatedly, and Luo Jie slowly let go of his hand.

"Okay, you can turn your head."

"No, no, no! I understand the rules! When I see your face, I am really dead..." The young man closed his eyes and dared not turn his head no matter what.

Luo Jie was speechless for a moment, too lazy to explain to the other party, and asked directly: "Who are you? What are you doing when you climb over the wall in the middle of the night?"

"If you want to be a hero, I am a scholar in this village. I have always sent letters to this lady. The lady asked me to meet here tonight. I just went to the appointment. I am not a bandit who entered the house at night... Well, sorry, I am not saying that you must be a righteous thief who robs the rich and helps the poor, otherwise I would not give me the opportunity to explain such an insignificant little person."

"There is only one old man in this family, where did the lady come from... You went wrong."

"I can't, I have a token given by this lady here." As if afraid of being misunderstood by Luo Jie, the young scholar hurriedly took out a folding fan of white paper from his arms, pointed to the center of the vermilion and said, "This paper fan was taken outside the wall today, and it was rouge that only women would use. If the other party was not willing to meet me, how could he give a token that conveys his feelings like this?"

Luo Jie took the paper fan, and put it in his arms without looking at it, and said coldly: "Now you can leave... Remember, there is nothing here."

"Hey, how can you..."

The young scholar was about to rob the conditioned reflex. Luo Jie pressed the back of the knife lightly and slightly. The biting cold suddenly made the young scholar tighten his neck again, squatting on the ground and trembling like a frightened quail.

"Ah! I didn't see it, I really didn't see anything! Good man, please spare me, I'll leave now... No, no, no, I don't have to remind me, I know, there is no token, no lady, everything is my imagination!"

"very good."

Luo Jie lifted the scholar's collar and threw him out of the wall.

The scholar didn't even dare to pick up the fallen hats, and he rolled and crawled and disappeared at the end of the path in the fields.

...

Looking at the embarrassed figure who wished he could give birth to two more legs, Luo Jie shook his head regretfully.

The previous threat was actually just a test. If this scholar had some backbone, what he could get would not be the result he was now.

Retrieve the weapon back to the storage space, Luo Jie tisses up his clothes and turns back to the barn.

When I opened the door, the first thing that caught my eye was a screen.

The dim light from the oil lamp came out from the inside, and cast a tall figure with horns on its head on the screen.

Hearing the footsteps at the door, the figure in the screen trembled slightly, and then hesitated to stretch out a woman's palm that was obviously larger than an ordinary human.

"Do you want to confirm your identity..."

Luo Jie smiled, took out the white paper folding fan from his arms, and gently placed it in the palm that stretched out from behind the screen.

Not long after I took the folding fan, the screen in front of me was folded up one page, revealing the face of a beautiful girl with melancholy eyes. Two curved horns sprouted from both sides of the skull, and a metal-like hard texture against the backdrop of the fiery red hair.

It was indeed her.

This horned girl is also one of the monsters that appeared in the original "Black" and is of type "piece".

The word "子" is separated into "human cow", but unlike the taurens in Western legends, "子" is not a human body, but a human cow body.

The legendary "中" says the first sentence after he can speak is the curse about disaster.

But in fact, disasters have no direct relationship with "pieces". "pieces" are just special monsters with predictive power. The so-called "curse" is just a prophecy that reminds humans to make precautions.

But in the face of irresistible natural disasters, humans often take their anger on "items" and think that this monster cursed them.

Over time, the good demon of "中" has become a synonym for ominousness. As long as a new "中" is born, it will be beaten to death by the terrified human beings, and it will not be allowed to say even a word.
Chapter completed!