Space at hand: Pick up a prince to farm

Chapter 1594 Is there a ghost?
afraid?
She Song Chen didn't know how to write the word "fear" yet.

"There's nothing to be afraid of. We don't have any bad intentions here. They can feel it."

When Song Chen communicated with them before, he probably understood what they meant. Now they are probably looking for someone who understands Mandarin.

So they just need to wait here quietly.

Sure enough, ten minutes later, a young man was dragged over. He seemed a little reluctant.

Song Chen only heard what they said, and the man could only nod his head, and then walked over to Song Chen who was pointing over there.

"Who are you? Why do you come to us?"

He asked the two questions a little awkwardly.

Judging from his facial expression, he seemed to be struggling to eat these.

Song Chen probably understood why he was reluctant just now.

But no matter what he said, as long as he could understand what she meant and express something, she would be satisfied.

"We are from a pharmaceutical company. I heard that the ecological environment here is very good, so we came to inspect the environment."

"what?"

Although the young man could understand a little bit, Song Chen's words were obviously out of line.

He has never heard of any pharmaceutical companies, ecological environment, or environmental inspections.

"What I mean is that we think your natural environment is good here, and we want to contract the hills here."

He can understand the contracting of the mountain.

When he heard this at first, his eyes lit up, but soon the light disappeared.

Here, the mountains are high and the roads are far away. Who is willing to come here to contract? When the collective was established, their village was not included in the collective. They are still self-sufficient. How could anyone come here to want to contract?

"We have no one to take care of it here, and there are no cars on the road."

There are no cars on the road...

This expression...but this time Yang Zhi also understood it.

What he probably means is that no cars can reach this road.

Song Chen naturally understood. He turned around and patted the hood of his car, "Roads are made by people. When there are more people walking, there will naturally be roads."

This sentence is a little more profound.

On the one hand, the other party said there was no road here. Didn't she drive here too?
On the other hand, we also want them to abandon the rigid ideas in their hearts. It’s not that there is no way out, it’s just that people don’t dare to take that step.

The young man spoke Song Chen's words to them in dialect. When everyone heard this, most of them looked puzzled, but some people understood.

Several older people told the young man their thoughts, and then asked the young man to tell Song Chen.

"We won't leave immediately this time. We need to stay in your village for one night tonight. Can you help me find a place to stay first?"

This time was not suitable for talking about business. After a tiring day, she really wanted to rest.

At this time, a man who seemed to be the village chief stood up.

He pointed to the house behind him and looked at the young man.

Then I heard the young man say, "The village chief asked you if you can live in this house, because cars can't get in from the front, and this family has a small population and has spare rooms."

Song Chen naturally had no objection, but what the young man said next made her roll her eyes.

"We are not a couple. He is my cousin. We need two rooms. If this house only has one room, I would like to ask you to help find another one. We will pay for it." They estimate that they will stay here for a few days. , three meals a day must also be included.

Once they heard that they were not husband and wife, but cousins, the villagers looked at them differently.

Song Chen didn't explain too much, just waiting for their answer.

The decision was quickly made over there, and Song Chen asked Yang Zhigang to go with them while she stayed here. After all, she was the only one who could drive the car here.

But now both she and Yang Zhigang have encountered a problem: language barrier!
The villagers took Song Chen to the room they had arranged for themselves, which was a simple wooden bed. The hostess carried two quilts, one bed was spread underneath, and the other was ready to be covered by Song Chen.

Fortunately, although there are many patches on it, it has been cleaned.

Song Chen smiled and thanked him.

After they went out, Song Chen saw that the quilt was in trouble. Although she was not that pretentious, she had never had a hard life, not to mention that she didn't have no choice now.

After some mental struggle, Song Chen decisively blew out the oil lamp.

In this place without electricity, the house itself is also low, and the moonlight from outside cannot shine in at all.

After the oil lamp was blown out, the room became really dark.

Song Chen adjusted the quilt on the bed and made a human-shaped bulge, and then checked again whether the doors in the room were tightly closed.

After confirming that there was no problem, Song Chen disappeared into the room with a thought.

There is no distinction between day and night in space. Song Chen stood in the bright space and smiled happily again.

But now she really didn't have much energy to care about anything else, and walked towards the house in space.

She arranged several rooms for herself here, with different styles. She chose the style she liked according to her mood, and then rested.

Today I chose a log-style one. With the blackout curtains drawn, the room becomes an environment suitable for insomnia.

I took a shower, washed my clothes, and then lay on the bed and fell asleep.

On the other side, Yang Zhigang was actually a little helpless.

Although he was focused on research and could sometimes ignore it, this was really the first time he was exposed to this kind of environment. It was so difficult that he had never imagined it before.

At this moment, he was already lying on the bed. In the dark room, he closed his eyes and saw ghosts, gods, and monsters in his head.

He didn't sleep all night.

How can a scientific researcher still believe this?

Haha, in this environment, if you don’t believe it, you have to believe it.

What's more, the direction of his research is time travel. He is also very interested in Taoist academics and often reads those documents quietly.

When I woke up the next morning, my eyes were all black and blue.

"Did you become a thief last night?"

When Song Chen saw him like this, he couldn't help but tease him a few words. Yang Zhigang almost stopped crying and asked Song Chen in a low voice.

"Song Chen, do you think...there will be ghosts here?"

"Ghost? As a scientific researcher, shouldn't you be atheist?"

"I... Wushen, no! Traveling through time and space does not mean that there are no spirits appearing."

(End of this chapter)