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Chapter 137: Mrs. Yan

Chen Dongyang's efficiency was extremely rapid. In just over an hour, one of Chen Dongyang's subordinates sent the certificate of "brave acts of justice" to Tang Ye, which was also a reward for the first-class merit in Huangshi.

Wang Jun was named "Heroic Deed" and was described as actively cooperating with the prison guards in the cell to suppress the thugs who tried to escape, but unfortunately died heroically. Chen Dongyang's men didn't know where to get an urn, which contained it.

It's just carbon ash and lime powder, but it's still quite good in form.

The next day, Tang Ye and Xu Qing took the certificate and lime box to Jinshi Village, Ji County, Huangshi City.

"Miss, I told you that I came to the mountain village and you are wearing high heels. We are here to complete the task, not to travel to Paris." Tang Ye showed a complaining look and said to Xu Qing dissatisfiedly.

Xu Qing didn't agree, but was swaying her two slender feet on Tang Ye's back freely, constantly enjoying the scenery around her.

Before leaving, Tang Ye changed into casual clothes and went out with his old friend and Durex. Xu Qing actually prepared two large suitcases of things, clothes, bags, insecticides, cosmetics, etc.

Finally, under Tang Ye's condemnation, it was reduced to a travel bag, and the travel bag was hanging around Tang Ye's neck, which made him breathless.

Xu Qing pressed Tang Ye's back tightly, rubbed his back with two big meat balls, and said coquettishly: "I have encouragement to love you, but you are not satisfied. Why don't you put me down?

, I can walk barefoot even with my feet. At worst, my incense feet are just fuzzy with blood and flesh being poked by small stones."

Tang Ye was unhappy with his rough palms, and he grabbed Xu Qing's round butt hard, and immediately turned red on Xu Qing's cheeks.

Although Xu Qing blushed, her heart was warm. She wanted to be beaten by Tang Ye every day, and she kept smiling behind Tang Ye because she had already prepared a pair of sneakers in her travel bag.

Tang Ye walked through all kinds of thorns on the mountain road, wearing various sheep-hearted paths, and after more than two hours of hard work, he came to this little-known Jinshi Village.

Looking around, a wonderful scroll of landscape houses suddenly appeared in front of you. In this place surrounded by mountains, there is a small piece of high and low hilly land in the middle. There are staggered whites at the foot of the mountain.

Houses with black walls and lush trees are everywhere, and some old men in gray coarse cloth are holding cows and plowing their own acres of three-part fields. The path made of quaint and exquisite gravel is white and connected in all directions.

Every family and every household look up high and you can see a beautiful mountain village.

"Ah! So beautiful!" Xu Qing hurriedly found the pair of sneakers from Tang Ye's bag on his neck, and then rushed to the ground to stand. She stretched her arms and breathed deeply the fragrance of the soil and rice fields, especially

Comfortable.

At this time, Xu Qing was wearing a simple T-shirt and a blue short skirt on her lower body. The breeze blew, and a golden rice field in front swayed, which was shocking. Xu Qing's skirt also danced gracefully with it.

, Beautiful scenery, beautiful or not.

Tang Ye threw the travel bag on his chest behind his back with a cool look. While Xu Qing was not paying attention, a pair of big hands passed through her armpits and reached her chest. He immediately pinched her big rabbit tightly without hesitation, and was angry.

He said, "So you brought shoes and made me carry you for so long. Is it not worth my life to be exhausted?"

Xu Qing turned her eyes with a mist and said coldly: "It's okay if you don't have serious hands, don't push your golden cudgel against my butt. This is a blasphemy to me. Believe it or not.

Break it off."

At this time, Xu Qing's hands had already gone around Tang Ye's little brother, and then he clenched it tightly, and even had a tendency to bend upward. Tang Ye grinned in pain. He once again pinched Xu Qing's big rabbit hard

, then hurriedly let go of his hand.

Just now, when Tang Ye was walking on the mountain road, the slut Xu Qing kept rubbing Ao's chest against him, and his big hands kept dragging Xu Qing's butt. Sometimes when he was not honest, he would take a little bit of it. In this case

, men all responded. Moreover, Tang Ye was a young machine gun with extremely strong hormones, so he walked with the stick for more than two hours. The uncomfortable feeling was really hard to describe.

Tang Ye wished he could press Xu Qing to the ground now and then vent the evil fire in his body. But the ground was muddy. If he had pressed Xu Qing, who was so clean, on the ground, Xu Qing would not have cut his brother in the middle of the night.

No.

“Moo…”

A croaker in the distance interrupted the ** between Tang Ye and Xu Qing. The old man also stopped plowing the field and was sitting on the edge of the field smoking a long dry tobacco. He looked at Tang Ye and Xu Qing with meaningful eyes.

.

Tang Ye walked up and said politely: "Mr., do you know where Old Mrs. Yan Yun lives?"

The old man was slightly stunned for a while, then looked down, pondered for a while, and said, "#@∫∮∝..."

Xu Qing was stunned when she heard this. No matter how talented she has in language, she didn't understand what this old man meant.

Tang Ye shook his head helplessly, took a pack of nine-five masters from his arms and handed them to the old man. The old man looked left and right with some disgust, took out another one and took a breath, and said, "Don't bully me."

It’s not cultural. Although this packaging is a bit nicer, it tastes like a piece of red plum that costs at most three yuan.”

Xu Qing opened her mouth again. She didn't expect that this old man would actually speak Mandarin with an incorrect tone. Although it sounded a bit awkward, she could still understand the meaning of the words.

Tang Ye sighed and took out a handful of change from his pocket. The banknotes were wrapped in a ball, but most of them were five or ten yuan, and even twenty yuan was not seen. Tang Ye generously handed the money to the old man.

He said sadly: "If you can take me to Old Lady Yan Yun's house, these are all yours."

"Take it seriously? Don't lie to me, otherwise I will hit you with a hoe. I am famous for being fierce in the village. When I was young, I beat the tiger to death with empty hands!" The old man opened his eyes wide, and his saliva was fast

Dripped onto the legs of the pants, and then turned to Tang Ye with a sharp look.

Tang Ye didn't say anything anymore, and stuffed a handful of money into his pocket and said, "Go away!"

The old man smiled and counted the money, then stuffed his body neatly into his crotch, probably because he was afraid that his wife would find it confiscated. Then he knocked off the ash from the cigarette pole and fixed the cow rope together.

On the big tree, he led Tang Ye to the mountain with his agile barefoot.

Tang Ye couldn't help but sigh that the old man was covered in white hair and his body was hunched over, but he looked energetic and his steps were light like a young man. It seemed that living in a mountain village far away from the hustle and bustle was a good way to live long.

.

Along the way, the old man and Tang Ye had a barely talked. According to what the old man said, Tang Ye roughly learned about the situation in the village. Now few young people stay at home in this mountain village, unless the elderly at home die or there is any emergency.

The matter needs to be solved by going home, otherwise they will leave at the beginning of the month and come back only at the end of the year. Some young people have not come back for several years.

The old man's family has a son who is only nineteen years old, but he has been working on the coast for three or four years. His son works with his eldest daughter from another village. He falls in love for a long time and sleeps together before he gets married. As a result, he turns out that

The woman was afraid that the abortion would affect her future childbirth, so she kept the child. Although his son was only nineteen years old, she had already given birth to two big fat sons.

However, the old man had no intention of getting angry. He was happy to be able to play with two young grandchildren at home every day. After all, the old man always wanted to live a family of children and grandchildren. The old man was also planning to sell his old cow that he had been with for more than ten years.

It's the only thing the old man can do for his son to sell his son for a lively wedding at the end of the year. However, when it comes to selling the old ox, the tone of the old Chinese becomes low, after all, ten

Over the past few years, the old man had already developed feelings for it, but for the sake of his son's future, he could only bear the pain of giving up.

It didn't seem long from a distance, but Tang Ye forced himself to walk with the old man for half an hour to reach the thatched hut of Mrs. Yan Yun. In the village, basically the road in front of every household was broken.

The gravel is paved, but there is a muddy dirt road in front of Mrs. Yan Yun’s door. In the rainy south, it is basically light rain every three days and heavy rain every five days, so there is always a mud in front of Mrs. Yan’s door. Even if it is the sky

On sunny days, the mud turns into a pile of dust. When the strong wind blows, the house is covered with dust.

In this thatched hut, the exterior walls are precarious loess walls. Many places cannot withstand the blowing of wind and rain. Large areas fall off in many places, bare loess blocks. The roof is a roll of straw that is about to rot, vaguely stinking out a rotting odor.

taste.

"Old Mrs. Yan, are you at home?" Tang Ye asked softly, knocking at the half-closed wooden door.

"Ahem..."

But Tang Ye only heard a burst of painful coughing, but did not hear any other echoes. He had no choice but to ask a few more times, and saw that no one answered. He pushed open the door and walked inside.

"Squeak"

The wooden door made a strange cry. When the sun shone into the simple house, Tang Ye glanced at it with his eyes. There was only a dusty Eight Immortals table and four benches in the hall. The ground was still ground, but after years of striking

It was already very strong. The house was filled with half a foot thick of dust, and spiders could be seen everywhere. Spiders were lying lazily on it. When they saw someone coming in, they ran around in horror.

In the main hall inside the house, there was a photo of a young man, and the countertop was clean. Tang Ye looked carefully and found that there was some similarity with Wang Jun. After careful consideration, he confirmed this.

It is a photo of Wang Jun’s father.

"Ahem..."

Tang Ye went to search for the sound and found that the sound was coming from a side room, and there was no door in the room, just by a dilapidated straw curtain. At this time, Xu Qing held Tang Ye's arm tightly,

How could she believe that someone lives in such a simple place when she was born with a golden key?

Tang Ye lifted the straw curtain, and there was nothing inside. After Tang Ye rolled up the straw curtain and let the sunlight shine in, he saw an old woman sitting halfway on the bed, her wrinkled hands were rough.

The rough hair was stroking back, and the old lady's eyes were turbid, she squinted her eyes, trying to look at Tang Ye, but she couldn't see the human face clearly.

"Who are you? Is there anything you need to ask me?" Old Mrs. Yan's hoarse voice came from the inner room.

"Are you old Mrs. Yan Yun?" Tang Ye said with a hat.

Old Mrs. Yan stretched her neck and looked at Tang Ye again and said, "It's me, who are you?"

Tang Ye looked at everything in the house with some helplessness. If Wang Jun knew that his mother was still living in such a simple house, he would not know what kind of mood he would be.

Tang Ye said a little apologetically: "Old Mrs. Yan, I came for your son's business."

Before Tang Ye finished speaking, Old Mrs. Yan trembled and suddenly cursed: "Let me go, get out of here, I don't have that son anymore, I, Yan Yun, have never given birth to the old Wang family that.
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