"I know that the mountains around here are small and there won't be any wild beasts. I won't go to Mianshan Mountain."
Zhou Xi said this for a moment. Mianshan is the mountain in the direction of the county town after leaving the village. That area is connected by mountains, but it is not high. I remember when I was a child, they often looked for wild fruits there, such as pheasants and rabbits.
There are more mountains there than other mountains.
There are even things like wild boars, roe deer and wolves.
But the young people in Qili Village are very courageous, and they will not stop going to Mianshan and calling friends because of this. As long as there are many people, they dare to cross Mianshan all the way from here to another county.
But ever since the bodies of Zhou Yin and his wife were found up there, people in Qili Village have subconsciously avoided going there. For many years, few people have gone up there to look for things.
Zhou Xi hurried out.
Qian leaned against the wall and was lost in thought for a while.
The children of Lao Zhou's family were all driven to the small courtyard next door. There were only four daughters-in-law busy in the large courtyard.
Mrs. Feng wiped the neck of the chicken and was waiting for the boiling water to remove the hair. Mrs. Fang was boiling the water, Mrs. He went to the vegetable garden to pick vegetables, and Mrs. Xiao Qian was making noodles.
There is no rice at home, so naturally we can't steam rice. Recently we have been eating noodles or pancakes. Occasionally, Lao Zhoutou will allow them a luxury and let Xiao Qian give everyone a bowl of noodles...
Occasionally, the sounds of children talking came from the small courtyard next door, but they were so far away that they seemed to be coming from the horizon. Qian's tears that had stopped suddenly started to fall like water that had burst its banks, and she couldn't stop them.
Can't stop...
This is what Lao Zhou saw when he came back with his children. He couldn't help but asked loudly, "What's going on? What's going on?"
The village chief and the yamen servant in the house heard the sound and walked out. Qian's tearful eyes first saw Zhou Xi who was following behind. When she nodded, she knew that she had already spoken to old Zhou.
She simply leaned against the wall and said nothing. She didn't want to talk now, let alone talk to Lao Zhoutou.
Lao Zhoutou looked at her again and again, and first got to know each other with the yamen servant under the introduction of the village chief.
The yamen servant looked at the large group of young men behind him in surprise, swallowed his saliva and said, "Easy to say, easy to say."
When Man Bao heard the noise next door, he left his nieces and nephews behind and ran to the next door...
"Sister-in-law!" Erya couldn't catch her and was about to catch up. The five heads and six heads that were placed on the bed made a sound in unison. Erya could only stamp his feet and let the two heads chase after the sister-in-law.
He went back and continued to look at his two cousins.
Man Bao rushed to the main room, saw his father, threw himself into his arms, and cried loudly.
Lao Zhou was so distressed that he quickly asked: "What's wrong, what's wrong, what's wrong with you?"
Mrs. Qian wiped her tears and walked over, pulled Man Bao over and wiped her tears and said, "Stop crying, let your father greet the guests."
Man Bao snuggled into his mother's arms and sobbed. He tilted his head secretly and glared at the Yamen servant.
The yamen servant didn't notice.
After seeing Lao Zhoutou's six sons, the yamen became much more polite to Lao Zhou's family, so he said nothing to Mr. Qian when he came to the table, nor did he say anything to Man Bao who was leaning on Mr. Qian.
Although the village chief and Qian had been informed, the Yamen official formally reiterated it to Lao Zhoutou, emphasizing that they needed to take their belongings to the County Yamen to complete the deregistration procedures.
Although he already knew what was going on from Zhou Xi in advance and figured out what his wife meant, Lao Zhou was still a little undecided.
Although the name is the same, he is not his biological brother after all, right?
But after Zhou Yin's death, the official from the village found him, but he felt stuck in his throat. Now there was an opportunity for him, the old Zhou family, and even the entire Qili Village to get out of that predicament.
The village chief gently kicked Lao Zhou on the head under the table and reminded him: "Uncle Jin, the official is asking you something."
Lao Zhoutou responded dully, "How many household heads do you need to sign this guarantee?"
"At least five households."
Old Zhou Tou wants to smoke.
Mrs. Qian wiped the corner of her eyes and said: "Master, the brotherly love between my family is so deep that it's still a bit difficult to relax at the moment. By the way, when my family Zhou Yin was fourteen years old, he went out because of a drought. Although the road leads to
The appearance is written as that of my family Zhou Yin, but the place seems to be Shangzhou..."
The yamen servant took a sip of Douhua and said: "Isn't this Shangzhou? The yamen in Liangzhou have checked. Originally, these things have been sent to Shangzhou, but the people from the county government in Shangzhou said that this week Yin is not
The local people came from Mianzhou, where they married a woman named Xia. After the death of the Xia family's parents, they moved away with their children. It is said that they are going back to Mianzhou."
The people in Lao Zhou's family were stunned for a while after hearing this.
The officer slapped his thigh and said, "It turns out that for some reason, I went to Liangzhou, and a family of three were murdered by bandits. If it hadn't been for the bandit suppression in Liangzhou years ago, I'm afraid I wouldn't have known they were dead."
The yamen servant comforted them without sincerity, "You guys express my condolences and accept the change. At least you now know whether you are alive or dead, right?"
Lao Zhoutou's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.
Qian was the first to come to his senses and nodded: "Yes, yes, what you said makes sense."
Mrs. Qian stood up, grabbed Manbao and smiled at the Yamen servant: "You sit down first, I will go to the kitchen to take a look..."
There were a lot of people in the family, so Xiao Qian was very quick at cooking. In a short while, a table of noodles was set up and served.
Old Zhou only ordered Zhou Dalang to sit down with him, while the other sons went to the kitchen to get a bowl of noodle soup and squatted in the yard to eat it.
The yamen servant didn't care about this. He gnawed on a chicken leg and said happily: "I'm just saying, this chicken has to be tender. The chicken you raise is really delicious. This is the best I have eaten this year."
It’s time to eat chicken.”
Old Zhou smiled at him, gave him another chicken leg, and said with a smile: "If you think it's delicious, please eat more."
The village chief couldn't help but glance at him and thought to himself, if Aunt Qian were here, she would give him a chicken and take it away even if she didn't want to leave.
But whatever.
The village chief lowered his head to eat noodles. Apart from the old Zhou family, he was the one who knew Zhou Yin’s situation best. What the yamen servant said just now was that if it weren’t for the fact that Zhou Yin died seven years ago, he would have almost thought that the yamen servant brought him...
Zhou Yin's relic.
The situation is so consistent, so what are you afraid of?
The yamen servant ate and drank enough, and finally took the things with him and left.
Because he thought tofu was delicious, Lao Zhoutou asked Xiao Qian to make several pieces of tofu for him and even gave him a basket.
People still don't like small baskets, so they insist on having a big basket that they put under the eaves.
Lao Zhou couldn't bear it one by one. These things were not expensive anyway, but it was impossible to get chickens.
I just killed him a young hen that had just laid an egg, but he was so distressed that he wanted to take one away. What was he dreaming about?
Seeing that the hints and explicit instructions were useless, the yamen officer curled his lips and snorted and left.
Obviously, the friendship that developed over a meal disappeared immediately, and the impression may even have dropped to a negative number.