The old man looked at Qianye from top to bottom.

He had obviously never seen the wheelchair under Qianye, and when his eyes found the wheelchair, he paused obviously.

While looking at it.

Qianye had already stepped forward and took out two hundred yuan from his pocket and put it in the old man's hand to show his sincerity in buying something.

"This thing..."

The old man put his hand on the banknote and rubbed it repeatedly.

After a moment, he smiled again and handed it back to Qianye.

"Forget it, come in. If you give me money, I don't need it. I just cooked some potatoes at home. Come in and eat some to fill your stomach."

The old man seems to be very talkative.

I don’t want anything from Qianye either.

As if he was inviting guests into his home, he brought Qianye into the house very casually.

"No money needed..."

"Is it possible that this village still keeps bartering for things?"

Qianye was a little surprised and held the money in his hand without putting it back in his pocket.

He thought that if this was the case, he would have to go back and get some practical things soon.

Go into the house.

The furnishings inside are extremely simple.

There is just a wooden table, three wooden chairs, and a wooden bed, basically nothing big...

There is a water tank not far from the door.

It looks like it should be used to collect water.

The little girl who was observing Qianye at the door just now poked her head out of the bed when she heard the noise and looked at this "guest" cautiously.

"Sit down, my granddaughter has never seen a stranger, so don't mind her like this."

The old man asked Qianye to sit down.

Then he walked to a place covered by a curtain.

He opened the curtain and walked into the inner room.

Probably preparing to get some food for Qianye...

"No wonder, I said, how can you be self-sufficient with just such a few tools? It turns out that most of the things are stored in the inner room."

Qianye glanced at the situation in the inner room and saw that it was filled with all kinds of items, and he had a rough idea of ​​the habits of this village.

I'm afraid that I was afraid that someone would come and steal things in the middle of the night, so I merged the bedroom and the living room together, and put all the useful things at the back.

In this way.

Even if someone comes in, they will be noticed immediately...

"If there is any conflict, it might be too much trouble to call the police."

Qianye doesn't understand people still living in a place like this.

How did you get used to this kind of living environment?

Of course, he wouldn't dislike it. After all, he understood that every family had storybooks, and people didn't go to a convenient place to live, maybe because of various conditions.

"Well, three chairs..."

"There should be one other person besides this old man."

"Otherwise, if I just rely on this old man's old body, I'm afraid he won't be able to take care of this little girl."

Qianye glanced inside the room and surmised the general situation in his mind.

This house is so well-maintained compared to other places, so there must be another person living there.

Either he is strong or he is quick at work.

He is the backbone of the family...

"Are you the father of this little girl?"

"But apart from the old man's clothes, there are no men's clothes here..."

Qianye is used to visiting strange places.

He started to reason uncontrollably.

Although such unnecessary reasoning seemed like a retard in this small mountain village, it was still difficult for him to resist reasoning.

"I'm really obsessed with Sherlock Holmes."

Qianye was also amused by this thought and inability to help himself.

And just when he thought of this.

The old man also came out with a small pot of boiled potatoes...

White smoke was rising from the pot. The old man put the potatoes on the table with a smile and motioned for Qianye to pick them up and eat them.

"Okay, thank you grandpa, I will bring you something later."

Chino was not too polite either.

He is indeed a little hungry.

I ran my fingers through some white smoke and grabbed a potato...

I have to say.

This potato is really short.

Chino could easily pick up four or five with one hand.

Blowing in the air conditioning, he carefully and slowly peeled off the skin from the potatoes.

The old man also sat next to him and looked at Qianye.

"Grandpa, I want to eat too."

The little girl kept talking under the quilt.

Her greed was aroused by the potatoes, and she kept swallowing her saliva while staring at the small basin.

"If you want to eat, just come down and get it. It's okay. Don't be afraid. This brother is not a bad person."

The old man comforted the little girl and said.

The girl glanced at her grandfather and then at Qianye. She seemed to be hesitating about something in her heart, stretching and contracting her little hands.

But in the end, greed was greater than fear.

After watching Chino put the potato in his mouth and took a bite.

She also tiptoed out of bed, walked gently to the table, picked up a potato from it, and then hurried back to her bed.

An old-fashioned quilt with big red flowers was draped over the girl.

She stuck her head out and peeled potatoes for herself. This scene was a bit fun and heartwarming...

"Young man, no one has been to our village for a long time. What are you doing here?"

While Qianye was eating potatoes, the old man asked.

"Actually, it's nothing. I just followed a group of friends and wanted to travel around and have fun. I've been a little tired recently, so I just happened to come here and take a rest."

Chino replied.

He didn't tell the truth. Firstly, he felt it was unnecessary. Secondly, he felt that the old man wouldn't understand even if he told the truth, so he didn't waste a long time explaining...

"That's it." The old man smacked his lips, paused for a moment, then shook his head and sighed: "There are fewer and fewer people in this village, and I haven't seen outsiders for a long time. I remember the last time someone came, it was several years ago."

"Don't dislike it. The only food you can eat in this village is potatoes. It's not that the old man is reluctant to give you rice to eat, but no one here knows how to grow it."

"How can I find it objectionable when I say this? I quite like eating potatoes." Qianye replied with a laugh.

At the same time, I also became more curious about this village.

This rice technology is no secret.

Even among farmers and rural areas, everyone should be able to do it.

Why is there such a cultural gap in this place that even rice can’t be grown...

He suddenly thought of a text he had learned when he was studying.

Peach Blossom Spring——

I thought that although this village is very poor, it may not be too isolated from the world, and it has ended up like this...

"The people in our village were mostly scholars who had never worked in the fields a long time ago. Later, they moved here because of the war. Relying on the bits of culture in their memories and the grain seeds they brought, we can only make this
To be continued...