Miss Bai blushed, pouted at Yang Shujun, then glared at me again and said, "You two, one is greedy and the other is fun, I am really convinced. What can I do? I have to go if I don't want to go. It's so boring to go back by myself. Yang Shujun and I looked at each other and smiled badly at the same time.

The village chief was very happy. After saving his son, what I said was an imperial edict. I heard that I wanted to send the body with them, and I agreed without saying a word. The village chief was also surnamed Zhao, who was clean and decisive in his work and spoke directly, so everyone in the village accepted him. His son was cured of illness and his temper was not that big. Although he was still a little irritated to talk to people, his tone became much softer.

This village is only seventy or eighty miles away from the Yellow River embankment. Early the next morning, I called Xiang Feng and asked him to tell his master that we would go back in a few days, and then asked Village Chief Zhao to find out the path, so we set off in advance. Halfway through a county town, I bought a lot of fresh meat, braised food, and iron labels at the market, and prepared to have a picnic on the Yellow River embankment.

I drove all the way south and soon arrived at the Yellow River embankment. Although my hometown Fengyang Town is only a hundred miles away from the Yellow River, this is the first time I have grown up in Guangdong. After I parked my car, I couldn't help but have some doubts. In my imagination, the Yellow River should be turbid and surging, and you can hear the sound of thousands of horses galloping from the flow of the Yellow River. However, everything in front of me is very quiet. Could it be that there is no water in the Yellow River?

We took the things and got out of the car. After climbing up the embankment, I couldn't help but exclaim, and saw a big river crossing in front of me. It looked vast and the yellow river water was as flat as a mirror, and I couldn't even see a trace of waves. The spectacular scene in front of me suddenly magnified countless times. I trembled a few times and sucked a few mouthfuls of the river wind blowing from the south bank, feeling dizzy.

The three of them were very excited, and Xiao Hei barked at the river water a few times. Yang Shujun's eyes shone and said it was a good place. Then he waved his hand awesomely and said, "Go down and bake something to eat."

We walked west along the river bank for a while, and came to a place with a not so steep slope, and carefully went down to the river beach. There were waist-length dead grass on the river beach, and many birds jumped and chirped. Xiao Hei rushed forward and shocked a large group of birds, which was stopped by Miss Bai. We pulled out some grass, found a flat and dry place, lit a small fire, cut the meat we brought into small pieces with a knife, skewed it with an iron stick, sprinkled with seasonings, and flipped it over and baked it. While roasting, we roasted it.

Yang Shujun talked about various legends and allusions about the Yellow River. He heard us staring at him and felt like he had grown up by the Yellow River. Yang Shujun said that since ancient times, there have been countless ships in the Yellow River. It is said that every year the downstream is silted, the bones can be dug out. Many strange things can be dug. One year, a stone turtle was dug, which was as big as a house. Legend has it that it was thrown into the river when Dayu controlled the flood. It was a magical object. The people who dug the river did not dare to get it to the shore, so they buried it back...

Talk about it, eat and drink, the three of them feel a transcendent feeling of being away from the world and returning to the ancient times. After eating and drinking, we played on the river beach for a while, digging soil to bury the fire, and then put the garbage into a bag and carried it back into the car.

After waiting for another half an hour, he met with Village Chief Zhao. Village Chief Zhao drove a farm vehicle. In addition to a brand new coffin, there was also a food box for offerings.

Zhao Yinyang looked like he hadn't been sleeping for a few days, his dark circles were like the bottom of a wine bottle, and his face was full of uneasiness.

"How far will it take to get there?" I asked.

Zhao Yinyang said that you have to walk almost a hundred miles west along the river bank.

"Is it still that far?"

Zhao Yinyang said that the place is very biased and the policy card is not strict. Only there is a burial there. People in other places will burn it as soon as they die. How could they steal the body?

Village Chief Zhao drove in front and led the way. We followed behind. After walking about thirty or forty miles westward, we arrived at a Yangshui Station. Behind the Yangshui Station was a tributary river, winding northward. I felt that this tributary river might be the one behind Village Chief Zhao and his village. In this way, the home of the female corpse in the river we found was in a village along the river.

Going further west, the road is becoming more and more difficult to walk, and it is twists and turns, and it is bumpy, and it is very close to and far away from the Yellow River embankment. Small hills begin to appear on the side of the road, and then there are bare farmland. At around 3 o'clock in the afternoon, we came to that village.

The village is about one mile away from the Yellow River embankment. There is a large reed marsh in front of the village and a mountain behind the village. Under the gloomy sky, looking from afar, most of the villages are home to earth, all over the place. I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. I originally thought that this village should be a paradise. Village Chief Zhao parked his car at a cemetery outside the village.

Getting off the car, Zhao Yinyang pointed to a grave and said that the female corpse was dug out of this grave.

"You restored this grave?" I asked.

"no."

Zhao Yinyang said that he dug out the female corpse, for fear of being discovered, so he ran away when he put it in the car, so he didn't care about filling in the grave. In this way, the grave pit was filled by the family who threw the female corpse.

"We, will we be beaten to death by others?" Zhao Yinyang looked into the village and asked hesitantly.

Village Chief Zhao snorted, "I deserve to be beaten to death. Are you still afraid of being beaten?"

"That's right, I deserve to be beaten to death." Yang Shujun said to Zhao Yinyang, "If I were such an immoral matter, it would be strange if I didn't chop you up and feed it to the dog."

"Really, is it true?" Zhao Yinyang's face turned pale because of fear.

"Okay, Uncle Yang, this uncle is almost wetting his pants, don't scare him." I said.

Village Chief Zhao threw away the cigarette butt, his cheek muscles bulged, and said, "Okay, go, enter the village, and the car will stop here first."

When he arrived at the entrance of the village, Zhao Yinyang's legs were weak and he couldn't move away. He was scolded by Village Chief Zhao and dragged them toward the village. Not long after the autumn harvest, and before the farming was about to be cultivated, the people in the village were all unemployed at home, and several old men were squatting under a willow tree to smoke and chat.

"Master, ask you something."

The old men looked at us vigilantly.

"What's the matter?" asked an old man.

"That...that..." The old man's eyes made me feel uncomfortable all over, and suddenly I didn't know how to speak.

"Old brother, did your village lose a body?" asked Village Chief Zhao.

The old man was stunned and knocked his cigarette pot, "What are you asking about this?"

"We are here to return the body."

Several old men widened their eyes.

"What's the body?"

The village chief told several old men about his son's marriage and ordering Zhao Yinyang to find a family. The village chief took the responsibility for stealing the body on himself, saying that it was his command. Zhao Yinyang moved his hand, and now he was conscientious and found out that he had returned the body.

An old man trembled his lips a few times and raised his hand to point to the village chief. The old man spoke to us before, stretched out his hand and pressed his arm down.

"Okay, I'll take you to the house where you threw the body." The old man said coldly.

Judging from the reactions of these old men, things seemed to be much more serious than we expected. I couldn't help but secretly sweat for Village Chief Zhao and Zhao Yinyang.

The old man took us to a courtyard without a wall. An ancient bell was hanging from an old elm tree in the courtyard, and the bell rope was shaking by the wind.

I felt something was wrong and asked in confusion, "Uncle, where is this? Aren't you going to take us to see the family who threw the body?"

"Oh, you guys come to the house and I'll call that family." said the old man.

The old man led us into a spacious and shady house, pointed to a dilapidated bench against the wall and said, "Sit for a while, I'll call people." As he said that, he turned around and walked outside.

While we were looking at the furnishings in the house, the old man closed the door and inserted it outside.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I asked hurriedly.

"What are you doing?" The old man stood outside the door and snorted, "Don't you know what you have done? You still want to leave our village today?"

"It's really his grandma, please tell me clearly what we did?" Yang Shujun said.
Chapter completed!