The village chief took five people directly to his residence and waved his hand to tell everyone else to disperse, leaving only Mr.
Zhang Zheng and Yi Lanshan returned to the private school together. As soon as they closed the courtyard door, Yan Shaoting could no longer restrain himself and couldn't hide his irritability in his tone.
"What does that old guy from the village chief mean?"
Zhang Zheng didn't have a clue, so he just said: "We have to wait and wait for it to change. Judging from the current situation, at least the village chief will not expel you from the village within three days."
Yilanshan nodded, "There is no other way but to wait. Shaoting and I saw some strange things in the mountains behind the village today, and we plan to go deep into the mountains tomorrow to investigate."
"What's strange?"
Zhang Zheng asked doubtfully, "But the hillside behind the village is so high and white?"
She had also been to the back mountain before, but didn't find anything strange. It was said to be a mountain, but it was actually just a slightly larger slope. There were all kinds of shrubs and trees, large and small, lush and green, no more than a hundred feet high, in the ravines and valleys.
There is a spring.
The teacher once led his students to fetch spring water from the spring in the back mountain to make tea. The water was extremely clear, mixed with the fragrance of tea, and the small red stove had an extraordinary meaning.
Lanshan nodded, "Indeed, we accidentally found a spring today. The water was extremely clear and there were no fish. The treasure-hunting rats seemed particularly restless around the spring. I thought there might be something strange about this spring."
Since she was so frank, Zhang Zheng did not hide the information she knew.
"I once heard Mr. Mention mention that the back mountain spring is connected to an underground underground river with normal temperature. As for the location of this underground river, Mr. He didn't say much."
Underground rivers? Usually they are deep underground. Now that they are blocked by spiritual energy, it is difficult to explore the underground situation.
Seeing the disappointment on his face, Zhang Zheng comforted him: "If I have a chance, I will try to ask you sir if he has any clues about the underground river. If there is anything else I can help with, it's okay."
That's good, at least there is hope to look forward to. Yi Lanshan said gratefully: "Thank you, fellow Taoist Zhang, for your help. We will try our best to explore the exit clues in the past few days. If those five upper realm monks cause trouble, we will definitely help."
The two looked at each other and smiled. It was getting late, the sun was setting in the west, and the sky was dark. Zhang Zheng went straight back to the house behind the private school.
Before the husband came back from the village chief, Zhang Zheng lit a candle. Through the dim candlelight, he noticed that the book that the husband read last night was still lying quietly on the desk.
"Nine One and Seven Lu Runji left a letter..."
Zhang Zheng murmured according to the title of the book. For some reason, just reading the title, she felt a strange emotion rushing towards her face. She thought hard and finally found a word to describe this feeling - "
Powerless".
There is deathly silence outside the house, the cicadas no longer cry, the frogs have stopped croaking, the wind is still and the trees are still, and the mottled tree shadows are reflected on the cracked ice window, like a vivid ink painting, swaying.
This book is a volume displayed on the bookshelf in the private school. Zhang Zheng has seen it several times. Most of the books on the bookshelf begin with numbers, and there are also some other volumes.
Although her husband never explicitly prohibited her from reading the books on the bookshelf, he never said she could read them.
With a strange and complicated emotion, and as the suspicion towards this village became more and more intense recently, Zhang Zheng finally opened the first page of the book, cautiously and fearfully.
"I am Mr. Lu Ren of Zhidao Village Jiu Yi Qi. This volume was started by Mr. Ren and was completed in the last years. It records my life's insights and expresses the opinions of mediocre people. I only hope that future generations can be shallow.
Gaining benefit is the blessing of my life."
The book was not thick, with only dozens of chapters. Zhang Zheng did not dare to take a closer look, so she quickly glanced at it. But the more she looked at it, the more strange she felt. It was not that the book was biased or wrong, but that its content and title made her feel uncomfortable.
The feelings are completely different and completely unrelated.
Zhang Zheng's thoughts changed, and the pages of the book turned to the first page. His eyes fell on the inconspicuous tear marks between the first page and the second page, and his eyebrows furrowed into a line.
This is a book that has been deliberately altered.
Why should it be changed? What is the real content of this book? Does Sir know about this?
A series of doubts entered Zhang Zheng's mind, and they all surged out, making his head hurt.
Light footsteps sounded outside the house, getting closer and heavier.
Zhang Zheng quickly arranged the books and put them in their original places, then took out the volume that belonged to her husband and pretended to read it carefully.
"Crunch——"
The wooden door opened and closed, and a slender shadow was reflected on the desk. Zhang Zheng raised his head as if he was awakened, smiled, and said, "Sir is back."
The husband was standing in front of the candlelight. The dim candlelight could not illuminate her face and expression, but Zhang Zheng felt inexplicably nervous, as if her secret reading of the book had been exposed.
The husband smiled and responded: "I'm back."
Without waiting for Zhang Zheng to say the next word, she sat down on the other side of the desk, took the "Nine One and Seven Lu Runji Letters" and flipped through it.
Zhang Zheng lowered her head as if reading a book, but in fact she kept paying attention to her husband's movements from the corner of her eye. She paused suddenly as she turned the pages, then closed the book and put it back on the desk.
The husband looked up at Zhang Zheng, his eyes kind and gentle without any other color, as if he were a loving parent having a heart-to-heart conversation with his child, "You want to know why I asked the village chief to keep those five strangers?"
This was both a question and a statement. Zhang Zheng thought about it for a moment and nodded resolutely.
"Uncle Tu died in the ancestral land. He returned to his roots. I buried him in the ancestral land before going to the village. Before he died, he told me to let them stay. They should stay and see him.
's, whether or not they realize the reason for his death and the reason for leaving them behind."
The gentleman's calm and smiling eyes showed deep sadness, and the corners of his mouth were obviously upturned, but it was like crying, which is the most plain and silent and the most heart-wrenching.
Zhang Zheng looked shocked. She didn't expect Uncle Tu to be beaten to death.
Uncle Tu's honest and honest face seemed to be still in front of him. He was holding two roasted sweet and soft red sweet potatoes, grinning with his big teeth exposed, "Here, sir, we also have Zhang Yatou's big sweet sweet potatoes.
It's the warmest, so eat it while it's hot."
His voice, face, smile, everything seemed to be still before his eyes, but his honest eyes had been closed forever, and his body had returned to its roots in the ancestral land.
There was a momentary soreness in the nose and eye sockets. Zhang Zheng took a deep breath and suppressed the discomfort surging in her heart. It seemed that she had lived such a peaceful life these days, but it was death that made her so unbearable.
The gentleman turned his eyes and looked at Zhang Zheng calmly, his head bowed silently, his sparkling eyes full of sadness and sympathy.
What is sad is the death of Fourth Uncle Tu. What is there to sympathize with?
Chapter completed!