But Erya was different. The origin of her five taels of silver was unknown. She didn't even know how to talk, and she went with others. She was just relying on the good intentions of other people's well-wishers to extort five taels of silver from others. She couldn't ask for such money. ,Too much trouble!
"What? Erya can't speak, but she is very good-looking, much prettier than a rough man like you. Even if she doesn't say anything and just sits there, I like her very much. She is much more interesting than you.
She also complained that she couldn't say, you should feel lucky, if Erya could say, in today's situation, let alone you, you can't even get ten taels, Erya will definitely give you five taels! "
Zhan Wuji rolled his eyes at Mao San angrily.
Mao San was choked by Zhan Wuji's words and couldn't speak. "Okay, I'm doing it for your own good, but you said I'm ugly. Can you stop doing that?" Isn't this a scam?
OK OK! "You have money, you can do whatever you want," Mao San was told by Zhan Wuji. He said nothing more and followed directly behind Zhan Wuji without saying a word.
The meal was not very good, but it was the best meal in Mao San's family. Then, he left with Mao San and his brother.
At the beginning, Mao San and Erya led the way, and Mao San followed behind. However, in Zhan Wuji's opinion, Mao San was such a bad guide that he would definitely be expelled on his earth.
Along the way, every explanation Mao San gave to Wang Yao had a fixed pattern, that is, every time he saw a house, he would say: "This is so-and-so's house," and after that, he He would go directly to the next house and say again: "This is so-and-so's house."
After walking around Xiaomao Village, Zhan Wuji had only one thought in his mind: This is the residence of the XX family. These words kept echoing in his mind, making him dizzy.
By the time he got there, he had learned his lesson. If he continued to fight like this, the other party would only be filled with words like "This is XX's house."
After realizing this, Zhan Wuji had to change his strategy and no longer let Mao San lead the way. He would observe the surroundings along the way. If there was anything strange, he would ask Mao San.
Mao San's answer was very stiff, but Zhan Wuji's questions were still very good, and Erya was there to give guidance.
This time, he learned a lot. At least he already had a general understanding of this small village, unlike before, when he knew nothing about the village.
After walking around Xiaomao Village, Mao San thought that Zhan Wuji would find their family. Although Xiaomao Village was not big, it took a long way. Even with Erya's temperament, she also had a big head. Khan, the further you go, the further you go.
What everyone didn't expect was that Zhan Wuji did not go to Mao San's home, but instead went to Xiaomao Village. His goal was obvious.
If Mao San hadn't been sure that this was the first time he had seen this person named Zhan Wuji in these years, he might have lived in this village for many years.
After all, the paths Zhan Wuji pointed to had not even been traveled by him in the nearly twenty years he had stayed in Xiaomao Village.
Judging from Erya's surprised expression, Mao San was sure that even his sister didn't know this road, but Zhan Wuji was so familiar with it, and so familiar, which surprised Mao San.
But Mao San also has a good thing, that is, although he is very curious, he will not ask, because he knows that this is a secret and he is unwilling to tell it, even if he is forced to tell it, there is no meaning.
Moreover, he and Zhan Wuji were just one employer and one employer, and they had no friendship at all.
Therefore, if the other party is willing to tell him, he will naturally listen, but if the other party is unwilling to tell him, he is not qualified to ask, let alone get angry. This is something he knows very well.
Ye Xiwen didn't know what Mao San was thinking, but Ye Xiwen was still attracted by Ye Xiwen and Ye Xiwen. The two of them went to a very interesting place because they both had their own questions. How much could fifteen taels of silver cost? It can't be wasted.
After many twists and turns, Zhan Wuji, Mao San, Erya and others finally came to a house and pointed. This room looked a little old, but compared with the surrounding houses, it seemed to be newer. many.
"Who are this family?" Zhan Wuji asked.
"This is my second uncle's family. The head of the family is Mao Daqi. They are the same family as my second uncle. Counting my second uncle, there are three people in total.
The eldest and second eldest brother, that is, my second uncle and second eldest brother, are both married, and they are both girls from the village. As for his youngest son, my third uncle, he never married because of some birth defects.
There are four grandchildren in total, and there are six more. The older one is as old as me, and there are four younger ones, all of whom are as old as Miss Fourth! "
Mao San naturally understood what he meant, and immediately told the origin of this family in detail.
Mao San had no other choice. He knew that even if he didn't answer, the other party would ask the same question, so he had to answer.
This sentence is like what he just said, he has said it many times.
Anyway, this guest would not miss this opportunity, so he simply explained everything to avoid wasting time.
After listening to Mao San's words, Zhan Wuji glanced at Mao San in surprise, as if to say, you actually answered first. This made Mao San a little embarrassed.
Seeing this usually stubborn Mao San become so talkative under his own guidance, he felt filled with satisfaction.
But even so, he had to make another request, even if it was to reject Mao San's request once and for all.
What Zhan Wuji wants is not the composition of this family.
"Oh! Oh, it's your relative. Great. Can you tell me when this building was built? Who made it? It seems different from the ones around it."
Zhan Wuji chuckled, not caring at all about Mao San's dejected expression because his hopes had failed.
Young man, you are not mature enough! You don’t need to say more about my thoughts.
Mao San could feel that Zhan Wuji's tone was full of hostility, but the ten taels of silver in his hand were still blessing him.
Although Mao San was unwilling to say more, he still told what he knew.
"Ten years ago, my second uncle built a house here. I remember that I once ate here on the roof of that house. However, the style of this house was a little different from the surrounding environment, so I Didn't find it.
I don’t know why my second uncle did this. More than ten years ago, I was a child and no one told me this! "
Mao San racked his brains and told everything he knew about this room.
