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After Shu Changyu and others left, the yard became empty again.

Song Yan's straight back bent instantly, and she leaned lazily on the back of the chair, yawning.

I got up before the hour of Yin this morning, climbed the mountain for half a day, and then encountered a tiger. I was frightened for a while, and even had a desperate fight with the tiger.

After many hardships, he returned to the foot of the mountain and had a battle of wits and courage with the old village chief because of the big tiger.

After this day, I was exhausted both physically and mentally.

After dinner, go to bed early.

He stood up, dragging his right leg slowly into the kitchen. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a small white porcelain bottle on the table. It was the golden wound medicine that Sister Wu gave him when he was at the Shu family.

But before he left Shu's house, he put the medicine bottle on the table. How come he suddenly appeared in his house again?

He thought about it and realized that there were many people in the yard just now, so he didn't see Shu Changyu much. Maybe he entered the house at that time.

Song Yan picked up the medicine bottle and held it in his hand, almost certain that it was he who dropped it.

A pair of peach blossom eyes curved slightly and smiled.

Even though that guy often had a bad temper, he was really nice when he was nice to others. The only problem was that he refused to speak properly and was a typical hypocrite.

In a good mood, he put away the medicine and called Erlin.

I was too lazy to work in the evening, so I asked Erlin to cook a pot of porridge, and we had a quick meal with some scallion pancakes that I fried last night.

After dinner, when she was about to wash up and go to bed, Song Yan wrinkled her nose with a little disgust when she smelled the sour smell of sweat on her body.

I sweated a lot while climbing the mountain, and then rolled twice on the ground.

Not only were the clothes dirty, but the hems were also torn to shreds.

He had asked Aunt Niu to help make this set of clothes, but it became like this after only wearing it a few times. Song Yan felt very sad.

He changed his clothes and found that if he cut the hem and sewed it up, he could wear it as a short shirt.

I couldn't bear to throw away the insect repellent packet, so I took it down and hung it on the window.

Since he couldn't take a shower due to his leg injury, he had to settle for the next best thing and asked Erlin to fetch some water, so he could wipe his body and hair, and then soak his feet.

I changed into clean clothes and just lay down on the bed, my eyelids started to droop.

I wanted to say a few words to Erlin, but before I could open my mouth, my eyelids drooped and I fell asleep without realizing it.

Erlin lay on the inside, listening to his heavy breathing, but he couldn't say what he had prepared in his heart.

Forget it, let’s talk about it tomorrow.

Song Yan slept very comfortably. She woke up slowly when the sun was high in the sky, and her stomach was growling with hunger.

He stretched himself as he went out, and when he tilted his neck upward he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the sun above his head. His body, halfway through stretching, suddenly froze.

Oh no, it’s already 14:00 and I don’t know if the government officials have arrived yet.

He washed up in a hurry, not even bothering to eat breakfast, and shouted loudly: "Erlin!"

"I'm going to Xiaoli Village."

Erlin was surprised: "Go to Xiaoli Village?"

Song Yan replied vaguely: "Yes, something happened."

He added, "Go and call Ah Niu over."

Erlin glanced at him, didn't ask any more questions, and went out to find Aniu.

At this time, Aniu was working in the fields. When he heard that Song Yan was going to Xiaoli Village, he picked up his hoe and went back without saying a word.

Seeing Song Yan, A Niu touched the back of his head and asked, "Brother Song, what are you doing in Xiaoli Village?"

Song Yan looked a little guilty: "You'll know when you get there."

Erlin was quick to notice his evasive gaze, so he said, "Brother, I want to go too."

Arya, who had just walked in, said hurriedly, "Wherever you guys are going, I'll go too. I'll go too."

Song Yan laughed dryly and said, "Why are so many people there? It's not like they're going to fight."

After thinking about it again, Erlin would know sooner or later. Instead of hearing it from others, it would be better for him to see it with his own eyes.

So she agreed to take him with her: "Erlin can go, and Erya can stay at home."

Erya pouted unhappily: "Big brother is so annoying."

Song Yan patted her head gently: "Be good, I'll bring you some delicious pork jerky when I come back."

Arya snorted and agreed reluctantly.

It takes quarter of an hour to walk from the Song family to Xiaoli Village. Song Yan had a calf injury, so he walked a little slower.

Before going to bed last night, he applied some medicine on his foot. When he woke up this morning, he found that his foot didn't hurt anymore. The wound had healed well and there was no sign of inflammation.

Shu Changyu’s medicine is really effective. I’ll ask him for some next time and keep it at home just in case.

When they arrived at Xiaoli Village, the officials had just arrived.

They followed the villagers and came to the Li Family Ancestral Hall.

The area in front of the ancestral hall was extremely lively, with people crowding in like a tide, three layers inside and three layers outside, as if the residents of the entire village had gathered here. It was even more lively than the market in the county town.

Even the half-grown children were running around excitedly, shouting, "We've killed the big bug! We've killed the big bug!"

Ah Niu was tall, and he could just see a little inside when he stood on tiptoe. Seeing the police officers in police uniforms, he asked in surprise, "What happened in Xiaoli Village? Why are the police officers here too?"

However, observing that the villagers' faces were filled with smiles, which were even more festive than during the Chinese New Year, it did not seem like anything bad was happening.

He pricked up his ears and listened carefully, and vaguely heard the villagers also discussing the "big bug" enthusiastically.

Aniu was shocked. Could it be that a big beast really came down the mountain?

Song Yan touched his nose and gave them a shot of prevention: "Well, be mentally prepared for what will happen later."

"I'll go in and take a look first. You guys wait here."

He squeezed into the crowd with difficulty, stretched his neck to look inside, and saw several officers squatting down, carefully examining the tiger on the ground.

The old village chief was talking with a red face.

Song Yan casually glanced at the ancestral hall, where rows of tablets were placed on the shelves.

In Xiaoli Village, "Li" is a big surname, and the ancestral hall was also funded and built by the Li clan, which looks very grand and majestic.

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in sight.

Hey, isn’t this Lin Yifeng?

Why did he come today?

Song Yan slapped his forehead hard. It was over. He didn't have the chance to make up his mind about the matter. If Shu Changyu asked him about Jiushao, wouldn't it expose his lie immediately?

Looking at the people inside, I found that Shu Changyu was not there. Fortunately, he didn't like to join in the fun.

Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

When Lin Yifeng got up this morning and prepared to go to the academy, he heard that someone had killed a tiger in Xiaoli Village under Xijiang Town.

He immediately thought that it might be Shu Changyu, so he asked for leave from his teacher and rushed over.

Unfortunately, when we arrived at the Shu family, the eldest sister-in-law of the Shu family said that Changyu had not woken up yet.

Lin Yifeng didn't dare to wake him up, so he went out to see the tiger.

"Mr. Lin, Mr. Lin."

At this moment, he heard a familiar voice, turned around, and asked in surprise: "Why are you here too?"

Song Yan waved at him: "Mr. Lin, come here."

Seeing his mysterious look, Lin Yifeng put away his folding fan, walked over, and followed him out of the crowd.

Walking to the corner against the wall, seeing that there was no one around, Song Yan smiled flatteringly: "I want to ask you for a favor."

Lin Yifeng glanced at him: "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"Come closer." Song Yan said.

Lin Yifeng came up impatiently: "You'd better be busy."

Song Yan whispered to him: "It was you who told me about Jiushao last time..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Lin Yifeng said, "When did I tell you about Jiushao?"

Song Yan said seriously: "It was at your house last time, maybe you don't remember it."

Lin Yifeng was suspicious: "Really?"

Song Yan tried to blur his memory: "Just when you asked me how I knew Shu Changyu, you said he helped me..."

Mixing one lie among ten true statements, even Lin Yifeng couldn't tell for a moment whether he had said it or not.

"Wait a minute, let me think about it." Lin Yifeng felt dizzy after hearing this. He held his forehead and fell into deep thought, "Where did I say Jiushao?"

A slightly cold voice sounded behind him: "Oh, I also want to know which sentence you mentioned Jiushao in."

Hearing this voice, Lin Yifeng immediately beamed with joy: "Chang Yu, you are finally awake."

The ivy on the wall swayed gently, and the boy leaned against the wall, his beautiful outline looming in the lush greenery.

Song Yan's eyes suddenly went dark.

When did Shu Changyu come and how much did he hear?