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Chapter 172: Morning Canghai and evening Cangwu, seeing the largest sea here

Queen Skylark had lived in the human world for a long time, so she naturally had some understanding. She knew that older people in the human world were addressed with respect.

In her opinion, considering her age, it was reasonable for Lu Zhan to call her aunt.

But she didn't know much about the human world. How could things like seniority be explained by age?

Even if age is used as a measure, the sentence "He rode me over here" cannot be said. If it is said, it will change the meaning. Lu Zhan did not want to explain, but he had to explain it.

His reputation is already bad, and if word gets out about him having this or that affair with his "aunt", that would be terrible.

"Don't talk nonsense, eat your watermelon." Lu Zhan's face darkened, and he explained to the old farmer: "Old man, don't listen to her nonsense, my sister..."

Lu Zhan didn't finish his words, but just pointed to his head.

It's not slander. According to the IQ of Skylark King, he is indeed not very smart and stupid.

The old farmer understood instantly. He also thought Lu Zhan had an extraordinary bearing and did not look like a playboy. It turned out that this girl was not smart.

He is a poor man indeed… The old farmer sighed: “It is not easy for sir.”

"Alas... no matter how difficult it is, I have to take it with me. I can't just abandon it in the wilderness."

The old farmer looked at Lu Zhan with some respect. Intelligence or not can be seen with a few more words. This little girl is indeed not very smart, but the young master took her with him when he went on a long journey, which showed that he was taking good care of her. It was not easy to take care of a mentally retarded child, and she deserved his respect.

The Skylark King gradually became numb.

She found that she couldn't understand the conversation between the two. She should have blamed Lu Zhan for riding her to the East China Sea and making her so tired.

But why did the old man look at Lu Zhan with a hint of respect?

Queen Skylark didn't understand and didn't dare to interrupt, because Lu Zhan had already secretly warned her, so she could only watch.

The evening breeze blows on people's faces, it is very refreshing and comfortable, and the mood is more cheerful in the wilderness.

Lu Zhan didn't say much about this matter. They were just casual chatters when they met by chance, so there was no need to explain everything clearly.

I quickly swallowed a watermelon, the sweet taste melted in my heart, and my whole body felt light.

"Old man, are you from Qingquan Village?" Lu Zhan asked politely.

"Yes, this is all the farmland of Qingquan Village. Are you leaving now, sir?"

"It's getting dark now, so it's not convenient to continue moving forward. Can you stay here for one night?"

The old farmer who was so enthusiastic just now stopped talking, as if he was thinking about something. The atmosphere was quiet for a while, and then the old farmer lowered his voice and said, "It's not that I don't welcome you, sir. It's just that the village has been uneasy recently, and strange things have happened frequently. I'm afraid there are unclean things. It's better for you to leave."

Lu Zhan came here for this purpose, and now he pretended to be surprised: "What kind of strange thing is this?"

The old farmer was surprised. He thought Lu Zhan would be a little timid, but he didn't expect that not only was he not timid, but he was so interested.

Lu Zhan explained, "To be honest, I have been interested in these strange things since I was young. I have also read a lot of miscellaneous books in my spare time. Whenever I read about strange things, I can't help myself. Please tell me about them, old man."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Why should you be afraid? A real man should see the biggest ocean here, climb the highest mountain here, and listen to the most interesting things here."

The old farmer felt envious when he heard Lu Zhan speak so passionately.

The old farmer grew up in Qingquan Village and had never seen the world in his life. However, there would occasionally be merchants passing by Qingquan Village to rest. He had chatted with many of them, but this was the first time he had met such a wonderful person like Lu Zhan. However, he could not say the word "wonderful". He just instinctively felt that Lu Zhan was interesting.

"In that case, come to my house and rest for a while."

Seeing that Lu Zhan had no intention of leaving, the old farmer did not continue to chase him away.

In this world, those who can survive in the world are all tough guys. Without some skills, they can't get ahead. I think this young man should know this, so the old farmer picked up the hoe and led the way.

The sun has turned into a rosy red color and hangs in the sky like a red relic. An old farmer is walking in the fields carrying a hoe. The breeze blows up his clothes and the setting sun illuminates his slightly hunched back, as if he has merged with the world, forming a beautiful picture.

Lu Zhan held Xiao Que'er's hand. Although the surroundings were just ordinary farmlands and houses, he felt something wonderful in his heart.

He thought Xue Feng's suggestion was very good. It would be an opportunity for everyone to go their separate ways and find their own destiny on the road.

...

The old farmer's house is right at the entrance of the village. There are two sycamore trees planted in front of the door. There is a fence outside the yard, and some thorny flowers are planted next to the fence. It looks simple but can prevent theft.

After opening the fence gate, he saw a few chickens and two mandarin ducks running out of the yard, surrounding the old farmer and asking for food.

The old farmer scattered two handfuls of rice husks, washed his hands, poured two cups of tea, and said politely, "I am the only one at home, please don't despise me, sir."

"I'm just staying here for a short while, how could you dislike it?" Lu Zhan took a sip of tea. The tea tasted bitter, but it carried an indescribable fragrance that lingered in his heart. He asked, "Old man, are you living alone?"

He looks to be in his fifties, which is considered old in this era, and it is rare for him to live alone.

The old farmer looked a little disappointed. He sighed and said, "Yes, my two sons are dead. They died in the monster's mouth."

Lu Zhan's face turned serious.

The old farmer continued, "About four years ago, there was a water ghost in the village. A child was dragged under by the ghost. My two sons happened to be herding sheep, so they jumped in to save the child. The child was saved, but the two of them drowned."

At the end, the old farmer sighed, his cloudy eyes full of vicissitudes: "Alas... This is probably their fate."

Lu Zhan felt mixed emotions. He never thought that the old farmer had experienced such a thing. The most painful thing in the world is to see the young die before the old.

But if you ask why the old farmer can continue to live and be so hospitable, it is because times are tough and we can’t let the people live their lives in tears.

Many pains will settle in the heart as time goes by, but they will not be forgotten, they will just not be mentioned deliberately.

Lu Zhan said apologetically: "I'm sorry for making you think of sad things."

"It's all gone..." The old man looked into the distance, his eyes a little out of focus: "Later we stopped going to the river, and it was much safer. Later, a chivalrous knight passed by here. It was said that he was an immortal who cultivated immortality. He killed the water ghost."

“Why not let the Demon Suppression Division come and capture him?” Lu Zhan frowned. This matter was the responsibility of the Demon Suppression Division.

The old farmer sighed and said, "Our Qingquan Village is located in a remote area, and we all make a living by farming. After paying taxes, there is basically no profit. The Demon Suppression Bureau was in charge at first, but gradually stopped caring about it."

Lu Zhan frowned even more. He had thought of this reason last night in the ruined temple, but he still felt unhappy when he heard it with his own ears.

Pingfengling belongs to Runzhou and should be under the jurisdiction of Runzhou Demon Suppression Bureau. However, it was left unattended because there was no money to be made from it. It is really abominable.

But the Demon Suppression Bureau has its own system. He is the Demon Suppression Master of Jinling. He may have some say in Jinling, but it means nothing in Runzhou. Even if he wants to manage it, he is powerless.

However, even if he cannot interfere in the political affairs of Runzhou at present, there are other people who can do so. Since he is passing by here, he cannot just turn a blind eye.

Lu Zhan drank the bitter tea in the cup and asked, "The old man asked us to leave just now. Could it be that the village is haunted again?"

"I'm afraid it's not a ghost, but I can't really explain it...Dozens of people have died in the village this year, all of them died for no reason."

At this point, the old farmer thought about it carefully and continued, "It is said that some people have heard a rustling sound at night, like something moving through the grass."

Lu Zhan was thoughtful. When thinking of something that could "swim" in the grass, the first thing that came to his mind was a snake.

"Anyway, this matter is very bizarre." The old farmer sighed, "I have already reported it to the Demon Suppression Bureau, but no one has come. Sigh! Let's not talk about these things. Sir, please sit down. I will go to make dinner. Eat and sleep before dark. Don't run around, and you will be fine."

Lu Zhan sat in the yard and fell into silence for a long time.

It was not until smoke began to rise from the chimney that Little Bird whispered, "Aren't you afraid, old man?"

"Of course I am afraid, but there is no point in being afraid. Life must go on."

"Then he can leave here."

"Where are you going?"

"Like us, go see the biggest sea here, go see the biggest mountain here."

"We have to go home eventually. Where is our home?"

"Jinling, have you forgotten all this?"

"Yes, their home is here."

Xiao Que'er stopped talking, as if she didn't quite understand what Lu Zhan meant. She pretended to be thoughtful, thinking about something seriously.

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Dinner in the countryside is extremely simple, three bowls of porridge, a few steamed corn bread, and a plate of pickled melon rinds.

It is made from pickled watermelon rind, with a hint of sweetness, and is very fresh, crisp and refreshing.

Lu Zhan had never eaten this before, but he found it appetizing. He ate a steamed bun with pickled melon rind and drank a bowl of porridge.

"Sir, you have never eaten these things, have you?" The old farmer was surprised to see Lu Zhan eating with such relish, because young masters usually are not used to these things.

Lu Zhan smiled: "The old man's cooking skills are very good. This dish of pickled melon rind is crisp and refreshing, very appetizing."

"Hmm!" Even Xiao Que nodded: "Delicious, delicious!"

The old farmer felt a little embarrassed and said with a smile: "Poor people have their own ways, I hope you don't mind it, sir."

The yard was not as lonely as before, and the old farmer seemed to be in a good mood.

This meal was not a feast of delicacies, but it was a very joyful one.

It was dark after dinner. The old farmer cleaned up the dishes and reminded him, "Sir, don't go out at night. Just leave tomorrow. There are also merchants staying in the village these two days. As long as you don't go out at night, you will be fine."

As strange things happened so often, the villagers were always able to figure out some patterns, and as long as they stayed at home at night, they were basically safe.

During this period they also thought of other ways, such as asking people to catch the monster, but Pingfengling is located in a remote area after all... After all, everything in remote areas will fall into a vicious cycle.

"Thanks for the reminder." Lu Zhan nodded slightly and lived in the side room.

It is called a side room, but in fact it is just a small earthen hut with only a bed and a square octagonal table in it. The table has a broken leg and is supported by small earthen bricks.

The little bird climbed up to the window, stuck its butt out and looked outside. The night enveloped the sky, and the little village that was so poetic and picturesque during the day seemed a little more eerie.

"Did you say that monsters would appear at night?"

"Maybe will."

"The old man said there are other merchants in the village. Will the monster eat them?"

"Maybe." Lu Zhan patted her butt, carried her to the end of the bed and sat her down, then he lay down on the bed with his clothes on, and said, "Go to sleep."

Whether you can fall asleep is one thing, but whether you sleep or not is another.

Xiao Que'er sat at the end of the bed for a while, then transformed into a sparrow and crawled under Lu Zhan's robe, closing his eyes lazily.

Lu Zhan closed his eyes, but his consciousness spread towards the village.

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