Chapter 735 Going up the mountain

"As usual, after yesterday, the world will be peaceful. But look at what's happening now. Who knows when peace will be restored?"

He rubbed his hands and added seriously: "I am the village chief, and I have to be responsible for them."

"Wait a minute, I didn't seem to say that I wanted to trick anyone from the beginning to the end, right? I don't want your money, and I don't want your things. We stay here now just to help."

"Compulsory dedication, do you understand these four words?"

The old man laughed dryly: "I'm not a fool."

"What I want to tell you is that you did something bad with good intentions. What was originally done is now even more disturbing. How do you want me to explain it?"

"I……"

I was about to speak, but he waved his hand and interrupted: "I've accepted my wishes. Let's get together and relax. You can go."

Ah Chen said calmly from the corner: "We can solve it."

"You said the same thing yesterday!"

The old man suddenly lost control of his emotions, and all his hidden emotions collapsed at this moment: "Yesterday you swore to tell me that everything was solved!"

"Put the door open and take a look. It's broad daylight and the doors of every house are locked!"

At the end of the day, he slapped us again: "It's almost time for the autumn harvest. If things continue like this, all the seedlings will rot in the ground. How will we survive the winter this year?"

The old man was like an out-of-control machine gun, which made me speechless.

After a while, I spoke again: "I promise you, we will leave right away, but you have to tell me one more thing."

"Where are the people who died in the village buried?"

The old man sniffed, shook his head and said with a smile, "We didn't have much money at that time, so a few strangers wrapped them up in straw mats and took them to the back mountain."

Back mountain, back mountain...

I turned around to search for the location of the back mountain. The old man stood up and was about to leave: "What's going on? Why don't you give up?"

I looked back at him and didn't answer. Instead, I asked, "Look, are you going to go into the house?"

"if not?"

I sighed loudly on purpose: "What a pity!"

"What's the pity?"

I opened the door and pointed to the wheat fields in the distance: "Isn't it a pity that such good rice is almost ripe and no one is paying attention?"

The old man rolled his eyes at me: "You still have the nerve to say it!"

"The village chief is huddled at home, who dares to go out?"

He immediately paused and turned to look at me: "What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting." I spread my hands with an indifferent expression: "Everything needs a role model."

The old man walked up to me in a few steps: "You mean, I go out first and show off to them?"

I laughed and said, "You said it yourself, I didn't force you."

I leaned close to his ear and whispered: "I'm just reminding you that a qualified village chief is to ensure that the villagers have enough to eat, not to become refugees under your leadership."

"It wouldn't look good if you were called a coward in the future, wouldn't it?"

Upon hearing this, the village chief's expression suddenly changed.

I know, I hit his weak spot.

The old lady told him before that it felt uncomfortable to have someone poke his spine. This showed that he cherished feathers very much.

Don't talk about life and death interests, just talk about his merits and demerits, which is enough to crush him.

After holding it in for a long time, the old man stamped his foot fiercely: "When I was young, I was attacked by a bear in the mountains. Didn't I survive?"

He raised his hand, pulled off the hat on his head, and threw it hard on the ground.

"The label of coward has nothing to do with me!"

I couldn't help but look back at Ah Chen and raised my eyebrows at him, but Ah Chen was not too happy.

As soon as the old man turned around and entered the house, Ah Chen said: "You want to go to the cemetery and dig out the roots, right?"

I immediately gave him a thumbs up: "You know what you do."

"This old man is just a guide at most. Wouldn't it be better to just look at the map? Why be an extra burden?"

While he was talking, he took out a map from his phone and shook it at me.

I pressed down his phone without even looking at it: "The map can indeed mark the route, but the situation in the mountains is particularly complicated."

"If nothing else, from the outside, there is no difference between a swamp and a plain. Can you tell the difference? Or is it marked for you on the map?"

"Besides..." I glanced into the room: "This old man is a protector. With him here, no one will make things difficult for us."