Hearing Wang Qing's voice, the middle-aged man seemed to calm down.
The strong malice on his body has subsided a lot, but his eyes have protruded out of their sockets, with large whites turning out, and his facial features are twisted and malicious.
Fang Yajing glanced at Wang Qing and said quickly: "These mushrooms were specially picked by Wang Qing!"
The resentful look on the middle-aged man's face immediately disappeared. His eyes couldn't return to normal for a while, but his tone became much more friendly.
"It turned out that Ms. Wang picked it by herself. It was really a precious gift."
"No, no, that's an exaggeration." Wang Qing looked a little shy, and immediately became modest.
Entrepreneurs like her will inevitably encounter a lot of flatterers when they go out.
When the farm is well managed in the future, there will only be a lot more of this kind of thing.
You have to get used to it from now on.
Fang Yajing was a little surprised. The middle-aged man was so respectful to Wang Qing. Why on earth was this?
But she was relieved, knowing that at least she was safe now.
At this time, Wang Qing suddenly turned his head and gave Fang Yajing a gentle smile.
Fang Yajing froze when she saw the smile on Wang Qing's face.
Sure enough, is everything according to Wang Qing's plan?
Wang Qing still didn't give up teasing her!
Wang Qing was also thinking about it - he didn't expect this girl Fang Yajing to be so honest, and she even went out of her way to tell the middle-aged man clearly who picked the mushrooms.
There is no intention at all to take the credit for myself.
At this time, Tan Yu Shiye, who was standing there, stepped forward and gave the mushroom to the middle-aged man while the iron was hot.
"This is the gift I brought, and it was picked by Wang Qing himself."
Upon hearing that the mushrooms were picked by Wang Qing himself, the middle-aged man's face showed some kindness and enthusiasm.
He repeated what he just said: "It turns out that Ms. Wang picked it by herself. It is really a precious gift."
So Xie Xiaoyu also roped in his mother Zhang Wenxiu and gave away the mushrooms just like talking about the world.
The middle-aged man repeated what he just said twice more in a friendly tone.
However, I don’t know if it is an illusion of talking about Yushi.
I always feel that when a middle-aged man speaks, at the end of his speech, every word seems to come out, as if it was squeezed out through gritted teeth.
After several people presented their gifts, Wang Qing stuffed the rabbit into the middle-aged man's arms, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, which was quite respectful.
"Let's add dinner tonight, uh... there should be someone in your family who knows how to handle rabbits, right?"
The middle-aged man held the rabbit stiffly for a long time before he finally relaxed a little.
He nodded to Wang Qing with some difficulty: "Of course."
Wang Qing was quite satisfied, "Then I'll be relieved."
The middle-aged man took Wang Qing and the others into the largest tile-roofed house in the town and asked them to sit in the living room and wait for a while.
Then he moved to the smaller tile-roofed house next to him.
Tan Yushi followed the middle-aged man with his eyes, guessing that it might be the kitchen.
Tan Yushi thought for a while and said to Wang Qing, "I'll go to the door to get some fresh air."
Wang Qing waved his hand, "Go ahead."
Tan Yushi stood up and walked to the door.
This angle provides a panoramic view of the entire yard.
Naturally, this also includes the tile-roofed house that the middle-aged man entered just now.
It's a pity that the door of the tile-roofed house is ajar, so the scene inside cannot be seen.
Even if you listen carefully, you can't hear anything.
Tan Yushi couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. Suddenly he glanced and saw the little boy standing in the corner of the yard.
He still held the ball and stood there, looking at Tan Yushi quietly with his eyes.
Tan Yushi was stunned for a moment.
The little boy tilted his head, looking past him and behind him.
Tan Yushi checked his face and saw Fang Yajing coming out from behind him.
Tan Yushi: "You?"
Fang Yajing reached out and took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it, and puffed away.
Fang Yajing's tone was casual: "I told Wang Qing that I wanted to come out and smoke a cigarette."
At this time, the little boy suddenly walked towards Fang Yajing.
"Sister, I recognize you." The little boy's tone was very calm, with a hint of childish innocence on his face. "You asked that brother to buy me a new ball with one finger."
Fang Yajing felt her fingers burn, and a bit of burning fireworks fell on her hand.
"What nonsense!" Fang Yajing quickly refuted the little boy.
Tan Yushi turned around and glanced at Fang Yajing.
Fang Yajing quickly regained her composure. Although her pale face looked haggard due to the torture of the past few days, it was still beautiful.
"Children's words are unbridled. Besides, there are always various accidents in ghost stories. If you want to identify anything, you have to provide evidence." Fang Yajing said with a chuckle.
The little boy pursed his lips and said nothing.
Tan Yu Shiding looked at Fang Yajing for a while and then withdrew his gaze.
No matter what Fang Yajing did or what she wanted to do, at least maintaining a superficial peaceful relationship would do more good than harm.
Tan Yushi took another look at the yellow mud house in the yard. The yellow mud house was so out of place that he had noticed it since he entered.
Tell him directly that there seems to be something unusual about it.
Tan Yushi glanced at the boy holding the ball again.
"Do you know what that room is used for?" Tan Yushi asked.
The little boy nodded slightly.
"What's it for?" Tan Yushi asked.
"That's the house where the third aunt keeps dogs." The little boy said, tilted his head again, and pursed his lips vigorously, "Do you want to go see the dog? I heard it is for the day of worshiping the gods."
Keeping a dog——
The entire village is obviously called Dog Head Village, but from the time we entered until now, we haven't seen a single dog.
Tan Yushi felt more and more weird about that house.
He took another look at the tile-roofed house where the middle-aged man entered before. The door was ajar, and it seemed that no one would come out in a short time.
So he walked quietly through most of the yard and walked to the door of the yellow mud house.
The door was half open and half closed, and the only window was nailed shut.
It was really dark inside.
Tan Yushi squinted his eyes, trying to see clearly what was going on inside.
But nothing can be seen clearly.
Tan Yushi stretched out his hand, wanting to touch and see if there was a light that could turn on the lighting.
The next moment, my fingers touched a piece of furry softness.
Like the fur of some animal.
Before Tan Yushi could take back his hand, something moist and warm rubbed against his hand, leaving some sticky liquid behind.
It's the tongue!
Tan Yushi reacted immediately and quickly withdrew his hand.
He turned around.
A face was leaning towards his shoulder, meeting his eyes.
"What are you doing?"
