The village is not big, with only about twenty households.
A small concrete road passes through the middle, and the houses on both sides are closed, making it look particularly deserted.
Leng Shuangning looked around and asked a middle-aged woman who was working.
"Hello, eldest sister, who is the butcher family in Lu Village?"
The eldest sister was slightly startled and looked at Leng Shuangning.
Because Leng Shuangning wears a veil in the summer, she gets very strange looks wherever she goes.
"Looking for the Tu family? We have many families here with the surname Tu. Which butcher family are you looking for?"
This time, Leng Shuangning was really stumped. It seemed that people with the Tu surname were the main ones here.
Master Lu Yuehua couldn't name him either.
"Sister, is there a family named Tu here who knows some boxing and kung fu and can make masks?"
Leng Shuangning tried her best to ask in simple and easy-to-understand words, but the other party was still confused.
Leng Shuangning explained again, "It's the kind that can be worn on the face to change the appearance."
The middle-aged woman glanced at Leng Shuangning a few more times.
She guessed that Leng Shuangning had a flaw in his appearance.
Being smart, he said: "Oh, I understand, it is really inconvenient for you to wear a veil like this."
Leng Shuangning didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she could only make mistakes.
"Haha, yes, sister, do you know which one it is?"
The middle-aged woman said: "I only know of a family of butchers who make a living by singing operas. The man is called Tu Gou Wa."
"My ancestors have been in troupes for generations and can do magic. Sometimes, if you change someone else, you won't be able to recognize them."
When Leng Shuangning heard this, she almost laughed out loud.
The name I chose was too casual. It could have been "Slaying the Dragon and Killing the Tiger", but it was called "Slaying the Dog".
However, the middle-aged woman's last sentence was very similar to the art of disguising oneself in human skin.
She quickly asked: "Where is this dog-slaying boy?"
"If you walk over like this, there is a big acacia tree in front of his house." The middle-aged woman pointed the way.
"Okay, thank you!"
Leng Shuangning searched along the small cement road.
Sure enough, I saw a waist-thick acacia tree with a cement dam next to it.
She guessed this was where the middle-aged woman was talking about.
This is a small three-story building, and the exterior walls have not been painted.
An iron door is rusty.
If this is the Tu family that Lu Yuehua is talking about, it seems that it has not been passed down.
Decline and decline are revealed everywhere.
"Bang bang bang!" Leng Shuangning patted the iron door with her hand.
The barking of local dogs immediately sounded from behind the iron gate.
"Who is it?" There was a man's voice.
"Fellow fellow, I'm looking for a butcher boy." Leng Shuangning said.
"Rang Dang!"
The iron door opened, and the person speaking was a man in his forties.
"I'm a dog-slaughterer," the man said.
He looked up and down at Leng Shuangning, and he was also surprised that Leng Shuangning could cover his face.
"Who are you? I don't know you."
"Hello, Mr. Tu, I was introduced to you by a friend." Leng Shuangning said.
The farthest place Tugouwa went was the county town. Suddenly someone called him sir, which made him feel flattered and he was not used to it.
But he was still very happy to be respected by others.
"Hi, I'm just a farmer. Sir is called an educated person. Come in and sit down."
He opened the iron door and let Leng Shuangning enter the house.
When the native dog saw a stranger, he looked very fierce and kept barking.
The butcher boy kicked the native dog, and the native dog hid with its tail between its legs.
He moved a long bench for Leng Shuangning to sit down, and poured boiling water from an earthen bowl.
"Hehe, our place is not like the city, the conditions are limited."
"It doesn't matter."
Leng Shuangning could see that Lucun was indeed very backward.
There are no official buses, so if you take a bus, you have to go to the town first and then walk there.
"Mr. Tu, I heard that your family used to be a theater troupe and they can make disguise props."
Leng Shuangning smiled and said: "I want to buy some for myself."
She planned to open up the conversation in this way.
Seeing that the other party was wearing a veil, Butu Gou Wa seemed to guess that Leng Shuangning wanted to buy it to cover the flaws on his face.
He sighed: "To be honest, our butcher family has long lost this craft."
"In the past, the older generation would still do it, but now that our generation has basically stopped doing it."
"Oh, why?" Leng Shuangning asked.
"Nowadays, everyone goes out to work to earn money. Who cares about this thing? You can't sell it for much money."
Leng Shuangning asked again: "Who else is there from the older generation of the Tu family?"
"Haha, even if it exists, it hasn't been back for many years."
"Who wants to stay in the countryside all their life?" Butcher Dog Boy smiled honestly.
What he said is absolutely correct. In today's materialistic society, making money is much faster than sticking to old skills.
Various conditions in rural areas are not as good as in cities. Most of the people left behind in rural areas are middle-aged and elderly people.
"Oh, so your family's craftsmanship has really been lost."
"There's no way around it. In the past, you could earn some money by traveling to rural areas and singing operas. Now we have TVs and mobile phones. Who cares about watching operas?"
"Our generation basically gave up and didn't learn."
Generations are changing and mankind is progressing, and no one can stop this.
"What a pity." Leng Shuangning sighed.
She then asked: "I heard that you all knew Kung Fu before? Maybe you have given up now?"
"Haha, those are just tricks of the troupe, nothing compared to real kung fu."
Butu Gou Wa said: "Others can defeat seven or eight of us strong men with one hand."
Leng Shuangning's heart moved and she asked again: "Oh, have you seen it?"
"I've met him before. I met him when I was young. One year, my third uncle brought back a friend."
"That person is a real master. One person can deal with seven or eight of us."
"The key is that they all fell down before we could see how he made his move."
"Where is your third uncle?" Leng Shuangning asked quickly.
"Dead, long dead."
"Oh, what is your third uncle's friend doing here?"
The Butcher Boy laughed, as if he had thought of something very interesting.
"You say it's funny or not, but that person is from the city, but he comes to learn the craftsmanship of us country people."
"Learn your family's human skin disguise technique?" Leng Shuangning asked.
She didn't expect that a new clue would come out of the conversation.
"Yeah, I definitely won't learn to play. If we talk about our family's crafts, I think that's the only one who knows a little bit about it."
"However, he is also old. He should be in his sixties."
"He never came again?"
"No."
"Do you know his name?"
"I don't know. It was very mysterious to be with my third uncle all day long at that time."
"Oh, do your third uncle's family have any children?" Leng Shuangning asked again.
"Where did the children come from? Third uncle was only in his thirties when he died. It is very difficult to get a wife in the countryside." Tu Gou Wa said.
Leng Shuangning nodded. This Lu village is located deep in the mountains and is very barren.
It is too common to be without a wife in your thirties.
Seeing that nothing could be found, Leng Shuangning had no choice but to give up.
Another clueless clue. It seems that the only person worthy of suspicion is the city man mentioned by Tu Gou Wa.
At least he knows kung fu very well, and he has learned the butcher's craft.
Since he couldn't find it, Leng Shuangning wouldn't dig into it and continue to search.
The only thing I can do is protect my two children.
If the other party really wants to do something, they will show up sooner or later.
She left a few hundred yuan to Butu Gou Wa to express her gratitude for asking so many questions.
He said goodbye and returned to the town and county seat, deciding to return to Haizhou tomorrow.
The hospital has returned to normal operations.
The next day, Qin Fan continued to treat patients while taking care of the trainees.
I asked Shen Xiaoduo to follow him temporarily.
Now Shen Xiaoduo and the others have completely melted into the atmosphere of the hospital.
Most of the time, Qin Fan still diagnoses first and then lets Shen Xiaoduo do the diagnosis.
Sometimes when I encounter a common minor problem, I just ask Shen Xiaoduo to diagnose it first, and he will follow up the diagnosis last.
This is the fastest way for newcomers to exercise.
As soon as a female patient was sent away, two voices came from the hall.
"Dad! You listen to me and go to a big hospital for surgery. It will cure the problem once and for all and it will not relapse in the future."
"You see, Uncle Tang is the same age as you. He also has gallstones. He had a gallbladder removal operation last year. It's been more than a year now and there's nothing wrong with him."
The voice of a middle-aged man spoke, and he seemed to be persuading an old man.
Then, an old voice came.
"I don't listen to you. I don't like Western medicine and I always do surgery."
"Leave me alone, I'll come to see Mr. Qin at the medical center for treatment."
This kind of thing often happens in medical clinics.
Qin Fan didn't say anything. It was the patient's right to choose whatever he wanted.
His style is that as a doctor, he generally does not take the initiative to give advice to patients.
That would confuse the patient's judgment.
Only when the patient trusts the doctor will he actively cooperate with the treatment.
"Oh, I'm really convinced by you, okay, okay, okay, then let's see a Chinese medicine doctor." The middle-aged man said helplessly.
Then, there was a knock on the door.
A middle-aged man and an old man walked in.
The old man walked very slowly, with small steps and a hunched body.