Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

"Well, luckily classmate Mo is here, otherwise we would have made a fool of ourselves. I heard that mountain berries are delicious, but I wonder what they taste like."

Mo Wen led the group over and picked a handful of black berries. He gave everyone a few and said, "Try it. The black ones are sweeter, while the red ones are a bit more sour."

A few people put it in their mouths and chewed it. It had a sour and sweet fruity aroma, and their eyes lit up instantly: "Hmm, it's delicious."

"Mr. Mo, can we pick more to take back?"

"Sure, I'll teach you how to weave a small basket. It's perfect for storing berries. Keep it separate from the fish basket, otherwise it will smell fishy."

"You are so considerate~~~"

Mo Wen blushed, his social anxiety kicking in again. He lowered his head, not daring to look at anyone, and whispered, "No... no, we're all classmates, this is what we should do."

We worked until four o'clock, and when the sun was about to set, everyone prepared to go back.

Liu Qingshan raised his head and looked around. Villagers were coming out one after another, but their walking posture was a little stiff, and they were approaching them step by step.

Feeling inexplicably uneasy, he walked over to Mo Wen and asked in confusion, "Mr. Mo, look, those are people from your village, right? Why do they look a little strange?"

Mo Wen stood up and looked over, puzzled, "It's fine, nothing's wrong, it's just that look... that something."

"Maybe it's because no one has been in the village for a long time, that's why they are like this."

Just as they were thinking this, the villagers came closer, their noses twitched and their eyes became brighter, staring at them straight, their eyes full of terrifying heat.

Liu Qingshan moved his nose and smelled a faint stench of decay, like a dead rat, no, it was much stinker than a dead rat.

He looked over them, their clothes were shiny black and covered in black stains, he had no idea what they were.

Oh, the hygiene problem is indeed worrying.

Mo Wen hesitantly called out, "Uncle, why are you out at this hour? Aren't you going home to cook?"

A rough sound was heard, like someone scraping his throat.

"Well, go hunting in the mountains for your grandma. Give her food. If she doesn't, she'll go hungry."

"...??"

Mo Wen was about to ask something when he saw them all retract their eager gazes, turn around and run towards the mountain, their movements becoming much more agile.

Liu Qingshan watched their backs disappear quickly and asked in confusion, "Student Mo, the villagers in your hometown are very special."

"Shall we go back now?"

"Well, go back and make dinner, clean up before dark, and go to bed after dark."

"We work from sunrise to sunset."

Everyone packed up their things and returned to the courtyard. The old woman came out of the house, looking trembling, which was obviously different from the daytime.

Seeing this, Mo Wen quickly reached out and supported her: "Grandma, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Otherwise, I will take you down the mountain tomorrow."

The old woman's voice rose a little, and seemed to be anxious.

"No, I can't go down the mountain. I'm just old, and when it gets dark the cold air gets into my body and it hurts. Oh, I'm just too old."

She would be trapped to death here. Once she went down the mountain, these things would get out of control. How could she get down the mountain?

Mo Wen sighed and asked softly, "Grandma, how old are you this year? I remember you seem to be over a hundred years old."

"Your health will only get worse in the future. Why don't you come back with me this time? I have an easy life at university and I have time to take care of you."

The old woman shook her head, her eyes dimmed and she murmured softly.

"It's too late, it's too late, I can't get down the mountain anymore..."

She patted her grandson's hand, slowly walked into the kitchen, and began to busy herself with cooking. Of course, the cleanup was done by her classmates, and she just had to cook.

Around five o'clock

Everyone sat together, eating the small fish and crabs they had caught, as well as the pancakes, with smiles on their faces.

"Grandma, it's great here. The food is all natural and the scenery is beautiful. It's perfect for retirement."

The old woman ate a piece of cake and smiled when she heard this, with a look of melancholy in her eyes: "Yes, it used to be very lively here, and we could visit each other..."

"But later on, people gradually moved to the city, and the village became empty. It seemed unpopular."