I climb the fairy ladder by farming

The village chief took the five people straight to his residence, and waved his hand to tell the others to disperse, leaving only the husband alone.

Zhang Zheng and Yi Lanshan returned to the private school together, and just after closing the courtyard door, Yan Shaoting couldn't restrain himself anymore, and his tone couldn't hide his irritability.

"What does the village chief mean?"

Zhang Zheng didn't have a clue, so he just said, "I have to wait for it to change. According to the current situation, at least the village chief will not expel you from the village within three days."

Yi Lanshan nodded, "There is no other way but to wait. Shaoting and I saw some strange things in the mountain behind the village today, and we plan to go deep into the mountain to investigate tomorrow."

"Strange?"

Zhang Zheng asked suspiciously, "But the hillside behind the village?"

She has been to the back mountain before, and she didn't find anything strange. It is said that the mountain is actually just a slightly larger slope, with all kinds of shrubs and trees growing, lush and green, no more than a hundred feet high, in the valley There is a spring.

The teacher once led the students to the mountain spring in the back mountain to fetch spring water to make tea. The water is extremely clear and mixed with the fragrance of tea.

Yi Lanshan nodded, "Indeed, we found a spring by accident today, the water was extremely clear and there were no fish, and the treasure hunters were particularly restless around the spring. I thought this spring might be a bit strange."

Since she was so frank, Zhang Zheng didn't hide what he knew.

"I heard Mr. mention that the back mountain spring is connected to an underground river at normal temperature. As for the location of this underground river, Mr. Wang didn't say much."

underground river?Most of them are deep in the ground. Now that their aura is blocked, it is as difficult as going to heaven to explore the underground situation.

Seeing that Yilan looked disappointed, Zhang Zheng said comfortingly: "If there is a chance, I will try to ask my husband if he has any clues about the dark 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 Zhang Daoyou for your help, we will try our best to find out the clues of the exit in the past few days, and if the five upper realm monks make trouble, we will definitely help."

The two looked at each other and smiled, it was getting late, the sun was setting 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, and by the dim candlelight, he noticed that the book that the husband read last night was still lying quietly on the desk.

"Nine One Seven Lu Runji left a letter..."

Zhang Zheng muttered according to the title of the book. For some reason, just reading the title of the book, she felt a strange emotion rushing to her face. After thinking hard, she finally found a word to describe this feeling—" Powerless".

There is a deathly silence outside the house. The chilling cicadas no longer cry, the frogs stop singing, the wind is calm and the trees are endless. The mottled tree shadows are reflected on the cracked ice window, like a vivid ink painting, swaggering and swinging.

This book is displayed on the bookshelf in the private school. Zhang Zheng has seen it several times. Most of the books on the shelf start with numbers, and there are also some other books.

Although the husband did not explicitly prohibit her from reading the books on the shelf, he never said that she could read them.

With strange and complicated emotions, Zhang Zheng finally turned over the first page of the book as his suspicions about the village intensified recently, cautiously and terrified.

"I am Runji, Mr. Jiuyi Luren of Zhidao Village. This volume was written in the post of Mr. Wuren and was completed in the last year. It records my life's sentiments and expresses the views of mediocre people. I only hope that future generations will be shallow. It is my life’s fortune to benefit from it.”

The book is not thick, only dozens of chapters. Zhang Zheng didn't dare to read it carefully, so she quickly scanned it, but the more she read it, the more weird she felt. The feelings of the two are completely different, completely irrelevant.

Zhang Zheng thought about it, and the pages of the book turned to the first page, his eyes fell on the inconspicuous tear marks between the first and second pages, and Yuan Shan's eyebrows frowned into a line.

This is a book that has been deliberately altered.

Why change?What is the real content of this book?Does sir know about this?
A series of doubts drilled into Zhang Zheng's mind, and all of them rushed out, squeezing his head sorely.

Light footsteps sounded outside the house, getting closer and heavier.

Zhang Zheng hurriedly arranged the scrolls and put them in their place, then took out the scrolls of her husband and hers and pretended to read them carefully.

"crunch-"

The wooden door was pushed open and closed, and a slender shadow was reflected on the desk. Zhang Zheng raised his head as if awakened from a start, and smiled, "Mr. is back."

The husband was standing facing the candlelight, and the dim candlelight could not illuminate her face, but Zhang Zheng felt inexplicably nervous, as if her peeking at the book had been exposed.

The gentleman responded with a smile: "I'm back."

Without waiting for Zhang Zheng to say another word, she sat down on the opposite side of the desk and took the book "Nine One Seven Lu Runji's Left Book" to read.

Zhang Zheng bowed his head as if reading a book, but in fact, he had been paying attention to her husband's movements from the corner of her eye. She saw that her hand turning the pages suddenly paused, then closed the book and put it back on the desk.

The husband looked up at Zhang Zheng, his eyes were kind and gentle without any other color, as if a loving parent and child were talking casually, "You want to know why I asked the village chief to keep those five strangers?"

This is an interrogative sentence and a declarative sentence. After Zhang Zheng thought about it for a while, he nodded resolutely.

"Uncle Tu Si died, and he was in the ancestral land. I buried him in the ancestral land before going to the village entrance. He told me before he died, let them stay, they should stay and see him Whether or not they realize why he died and what left them behind."

The gentleman's calm and smiling eyes showed deep sadness, and the corners of his mouth were upturned, but it seemed to be crying, the most flat and silent but also the most heart-piercing.

Zhang Zheng was shocked. She didn't expect Fourth Uncle Tu to be beaten to death.

The honest and honest face of Fourth Uncle Tu seems to be still in front of his eyes. He is holding two roasted sweet and soft red sweet potatoes, grinning with big teeth showing cleanly, "Come on, sir, there are Zhang girl's big sweet sweet potatoes, It’s the hottest, eat it while it’s hot.”

Everything about his voice and appearance seemed to be still in front of him, but his simple and honest eyes had been closed forever, and his body had returned to its roots in the ancestral land.

The nose and eye sockets were sore for a moment, Zhang Zheng took a deep breath, and suppressed the turbulent pain in her heart. It seemed that these days were too peaceful, but it was death that made her so unbearably sad.

The gentleman turned his eyes and looked at the silent Zhang Zheng calmly, his sparkling eyes were full of sadness and sympathy.

The sad thing is the death of the Fourth Uncle Tu, what is the sympathy for?
Zhang Zheng didn't know about these things, and she didn't even notice her strange look.