Speaking of Chen Feng, I’m going to drive, whisper~!

In a short while, I arrived at Mangshu Village.

He twisted the reins with both hands and jumped off the horse.

Touching the sore buttocks, he clawed his feet and adjusted the bullet bag.

This Mangshu Village is worthy of its name.

There are mulberry trees everywhere, which should be a big village where silkworms can be raised and silk stockings can be used to make money.

Why did he get out of the Hou family's human teeth... Chen Feng thought to himself, and led the snorted black horse into the village.

"Uncle, how do you get to the Chang family?"

Chen Feng smiled and approached the old man who was watering the tree with a scoop of manure and watering the tree.

The old man drooped his face, glanced at Chen Feng, turned around, turned his back to Chen Feng, and ignored him.

"Uncle... yes." Chen Feng thought the old man was old, and as soon as he raised his voice, he was thrown into a bucket of yellow and white sewage under his feet.

He jumped away by mistake, and was still thinking about what was going on. I don’t look like a bad person, why did the old man throw manure into people?

Chen Feng saw that he was old and didn't need to be aware of others. He just thought that the old man was in a bad mood and did not take it to heart.

Since the old man was unwilling to take care of others, Chen Feng was not tempted by the way, and continued to move forward with the black-fat horse.

There were two children urinating and mud on the way ahead.

Chen Fenggang squeezed out his face that he thought he was kind, and squatted down to prepare to ask for directions.

A strong woman rushed out of the slope.

She clamped the child under her arm with one hand, glared at Chen Feng with warning, and left without saying a word.

What's going on? Chen Feng was suspicious and felt something was wrong now.

If the old man who poured feces at him was just by chance, then what would you say this time?

The woman had a vigilant expression on her face, and she was not allowed to enter.

This Mangshu Village does not welcome outsiders?

Chen Feng did not believe in evil and continued to move forward.

There was a door open. When Chen Feng came over with a smile on his face, he covered the door panel without saying a word and gave him a rejection.

Someone who was smiling and ready to say hello the moment before, but the next moment he smiled and looked at him with a vigilant look.

Chen Feng frowned as he walked. How could the people of Sangshu Village guard against themselves like they were guarding against thieves?

At such a young age, Chen Feng had already noticed that several groups of people were observing him intentionally or unintentionally.

There is also the one who pretends to be nothing under the low wall, but actually locks his clothes dryer. Hey, don’t you use a bamboo pole? Wet clothes are placed directly on the earthen wall. Should you be so deliberate?

Don’t do bad things or be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. Chen Feng is in a straight and straight way. Although he is mumbling in his heart, he doesn’t think deeply.

In this world, it is reasonable to see strangers entering the village, but even insecure in the suburbs of Kyoto in the Dashun Dynasty, it is obvious that this is a good world. No wonder the predecessor was hit by a war, almost frying a pan by a bird demon, and almost being used as a furnace by a cauldron by a Tianshi. In the end, he finally escaped and was sold to the Soul-Shenzhen Department as a Soul-Shenzhen Department as a Soul-Shenzhen Department.

Chen Feng shook his head mockingly, thinking that there was a lot of will in his heart. The bird demon in the Crow Magley Ridge was called by me, and the grain transport officer and his family were dead. I don’t know when the soldiers and the Tianshi who broke into the village would also go to the Yin-Yang Book to take a trip, even if they avenge their predecessors, they would not take up your identity in vain.

Chen Feng thought about this, and was suddenly blocked by a dark-faced man.

"What are you doing?" The man held a rake that was inserted into cow dung in his hand, and his eyes were filled with the look of "Are you a thief" and looked at Chen Feng up and down.

When I entered the village at night, I was indeed misunderstood... Chen Feng naturally would not answer what he did according to the words of the man, otherwise it would be someone else who would be you next, and what to do in Sangshu Village, etc., about Barabala.

"My Chen Sa's friend, he entrusted him to come and give Chang Chun something, please give me a message." Chen Feng patted his horse's head, let his body out, revealing the cloth bag on the horse's back.

In order to make the other party believe, he took out brown sugar from the cloth bag and took a bite.

Chen Sa is the real name of Tianji Fifteen, and Chang Chun is the neighbor Chang Bo he mentioned.

"Chen Sa, you're not dead yet." The big man muttered, and saw Chen Feng accurately say the names of the two people in the village, his face calmed down, and pointed to the direction at the end of the village, "Follow the main road, turn left at the third fork, and the first one is."

After saying that, he ignored Chen Feng, picked up his rake and turned his head and left.

Chen Feng turned around and saw that he was secretly hiding many villagers holding brooms, spatulas, and threshing...

It’s strange... I’m too cautious... The folk customs are so stubborn... Chen Feng pulled the reins, and with the accurate direction, he walked much faster.

"Is Uncle Chang at home? I am Chen Sa's friend."

In order not to cause misunderstandings, Chen Feng knocked on the door and directly reported to his home.

"Who?" A sound of a sputum that was a little stuck in the voice came.

Then the sound of the door latch being pulled open.

The interval is so short? Chen Feng even suspected that Uncle Chang had been waiting behind the door for a long time.

The crack of the door opened.

Chen Feng was stunned, and the other side was also stunned.

Isn’t this Mr. Chang the old man Chen Feng met under the mulberry tree at the village head, who ignored him and was impatient and poured water on him?

Chang Chun's hair was gray and wrinkled on his face, and his dark skin wrinkled into a bitter face. He showed half of his body at the door, either moving in or retreating. He looked embarrassed and didn't know how to speak.

Chen Feng grinned and smiled, "Boy Chang, I always heard Chen Sa mention you, saying that if you hadn't been for your relief back then, he would have starved to death long ago. So, the young man did business outside and made some money, so he asked me to bring you money."

The best way to resolve embarrassment is to say a third party that both parties know.

Chen Sa became a tool man.

"Xiao Shen, I've been filial since I was a child." Chang Chun's joy came over his eyebrows, and the embarrassment was resolved invisibly. He smiled and let him go and asked Chen Feng into the house.

Chen Feng and his men and horses entered the yard, took off the cloth bag, patted the black horse's butt, and entered the house with Chang Chun.

Chang Chun wiped the bench, asked Chen Feng to sit down, and poured him a bowl of cold and white.

Chen Feng didn't dislike it. He took three big mouthfuls and wiped his mouth. Then he put the silver and gifts on the table, "I brought the things, you dot it."

"What else are you going to do? They are all my family." Although Chang Chun said that, he pulled open the bag and looked at it, and his smile became stronger.

"Then what, where did you get the fight? What is that child Chen Sa doing now? Is he married?..."

Faced with Chang Chun's impatient look, Chen Feng patiently told the draft of the road.

Anyway, it’s nothing more than praising Tianji Fifteen to become a successful young man.

"That's good, that's good." Chang Chun muttered, covering his bag and shaking his hands, sighing with relief: "When the child grows up, he should focus on his career. Please help me with a message. It doesn't matter how much you make, go back to Sangshu Village to see if you have nothing to do. The villagers will always treat him as their own family."

Speaking of this, Chen Feng subconsciously said something more, "Brother Chang, why does your village seem to be quite xenophobic?"

Hearing this, Uncle Chang's face turned down, he raised his face with the naked eye and waved: "Young man, don't inquire. It's dark now, I won't stay overnight. You should go back early."

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The meaning of driving people away is too straightforward.

Chen Feng thought about it and forgot it. He was entrusted by others to be loyal to others. What should he do to do? What does it have to do with me in the village?

Thinking about it.

Chen Feng stood up and bowed his hand, and he didn't have a hot face to touch someone's cold butt.

As soon as this party got up, someone lifted the curtain in the inner room and held the plate of pickled mulberries and walked out.

"Who asked you to come out, go in." Chang Chun's old arms and legs were extremely flexible.

He blocked his sight, and the person who came came just out of the curtain, he pushed him back again.

Chen Feng glanced at the shock and saw that the man was a young girl with beautiful eyebrows and a sad face.

"Granddaughter, I'm not polite, I'm reckless." Chang Chun explained to Chen Feng with his back to the curtain, and then said, "That's OK, I won't give it to you."

Chen Feng didn't think too much, he did his face and etiquette well, bid farewell to Changchun and led his horse out of the village.

I once again felt the "enterprise" of the villagers of Mangshu Village in secret.

Weird... Chen Feng shook his head, left the village entrance, and rode his horse and left.

Chang Chun watched Chen Feng walk away, return to the house, close the door, pick up a rattan, and enter the inner room.

After a moment, accompanied by crackling thrusts, a roar of angrily sounded with heavy breathing, "I told you to have bad thoughts, I told you to run away, remember, you are mine, your life is mine, and your death is my ghost..."

He obviously cried with a sad way with his mouth covering his mouth, but he wanted to cry but did not dare to suppress it loudly, and could not calm down for a long time.

The people of Sangshu Village turned a deaf ear to this unusual cry, as if they had long been accustomed to this unusual cry.

Too.

In feudal society, the old man in the countryside taught his wife a lesson.

Who is not so ruthless?

However, the wife of the old man Chang Chun family.

Being young.

...

Chen Feng rushed back to Kyoto.
To be continued...