Yue Guanchao knew that his second uncle was struggling with what to do. This sudden disaster was indeed difficult, but it was not without gain. From the words just now, he could still find clues from the past - the bandits who went to Wu Coffin Town back then, even the boss died. Yes, it was so tragic, there must be a lot of inside stories.
Ever since he became sensible, he has never heard his second uncle mention his previous experiences. Even if his second aunt asked, his second uncle would only tell him that he was a refugee who traveled to Guandong to seek a living. There must be something fishy hiding so deeply. He had to find out what happened that year. What? Yue Guanchao recalled what his second uncle had said about the rural brave group, and he had a crooked idea in his mind.
The night is quiet and cool breeze blows.
Yue Guanchao squatted under the window of the west wing and glanced inside. His second uncle was holding a cattail leaf fan to swat mosquitoes at the Second Artillery.
He picked up the sorghum wine and braised pork cheeks that he had prepared during the day, quietly climbed up the courtyard wall, left the yard and ran towards the old patriarch's house. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the old patriarch Yue Baokang enjoying the shade under the pergola.
Yue Guanchao put the wine jar on the table and bowed respectfully:
"I've met the old patriarch!"
Yue Baokang won an imperial examination when he was young. It can be said that the smoke coming out of the village's ancestral graves led to the emergence of such a literary star. In the last years of the previous dynasty, he was Yingzuiping Zongzheng. He presided over the clan and village affairs for decades. He was a guest at weddings, funerals, and weddings. , is the most respected old man by the villagers. It is often said that Taoists rarely reach their seventies, which is a good time to take care of themselves. He has stopped taking care of things in the past few years, but his prestige is still there. The new patriarch of the village will still inform him of important events. , to show respect for the elderly.
Now, the old gentleman's hair and beard were almost completely white, and his robe and mandarin jacket were slightly off the line. He raised his old eyes and saw Yue Guanchao. He picked up the ebony walking stick and knocked on the chair tremblingly:
"It's the eldest son of the Qingshan family. Sit down quickly. I was thinking of asking about your brother's illness, so it saves me some time."
Yue Guanchao had made the mental calculation for a long time. There were many uncles in the village who were similar in age to his second uncle, but he might not know his origin. Back then, he entered the Yue family tree as a foster brother, and the person who handled it was none other than the old patriarch Yue Baokang.
In other words, this old patriarch must know the inside story!
Waiting for Yue Guanchao to sit across from him, the old patriarch held walnuts in his palms and said, "Well... I heard from Qingshan that you are now the second-in-command of the forest farm, and you are quite capable at a young age!"
Yue Guanchao was a little embarrassed to be complimented by Leng Buding. He quickly waved his hand and declined: "Hey hey hey, I don't dare take this seriously. My second uncle is old and the second artilleryman is at a naughty and mischievous age. I have to bear the responsibility for him."
The two chatted for a while, and then they talked about Yue Erpao's hysteria. The old patriarch couldn't help but sighed when he heard him mention his current situation: "That kid from Erpao used to be the king of children. Now he is in a coma. The other children are fighting with Shuang. It seems that I am really not used to it when the village is quiet. You are a sorghum-made and cooked meat person, so you shouldn't just come to look at my old bones."
An old fox is an old fox after all, and he was seen through before he even said a few words!
Yue Guanchao cupped his hands and said, "I can't hide anything from the old patriarch. I came here today to ask you about my second uncle's youth."
"When you were young?" Upon hearing this, the old patriarch's cloudy old eyes suddenly flashed with a strange light, and then his face returned to normal. He stroked his beard and said with a smile, "You can just ask your second uncle, why are you still talking to me?"
Yue Guanchao saw the old patriarch picking up his pipe, and neatly took out the fire stick to light his cigarette: "Look what you said, you don't know my second uncle, he has a more stubborn temper than anyone else, and he might not tell me!"
"You're right. Qingshan's temper is really stubborn. If you want to ask anything, if I can still remember it, I'll tell you."
Seeing the old patriarch's agreement, Yue Guanchao leaned into Yue Baokang's ear and said, "Old patriarch, when my second uncle entered the family tree, you were his guarantor. You should know about my second uncle's past, right?"
He knew that Wu Coffin Town should not be mentioned easily, and he could only make insinuations. From the experience of his second uncle, he could avoid suspicion.
After hearing this, the old patriarch rubbed his crutch, considered for a moment and said:
"Speaking of which, that was all twenty or thirty years ago. It was your second uncle who was rescued by a generation of forest farm leaders. The snow fell early that year, and the ground was white as soon as winter entered. Many animals froze to death. He When he was hunting with his brothers, he found something in the snow. He thought it was a nest of foxes. When he got closer, he realized that it was a big living person who was almost out of breath. At that time, your second uncle was lying on the tree stump. In the snowy nest, people were covered in blood, as if they were rolling across a mountain of knives. He thought they were pedestrians who were about to freeze to death. If they hadn't heard you cry, they would have run away. Later, they kept looking at you. When I was still breathing, I took you back to the forest farm and raised you for a month."
"It's a pity that the old leader of the previous generation is gone. If he were still here, he might have known more details."
Yue Guanchao carefully thought about what the old patriarch said, and his heart was full of doubts: "Back then, you never doubted my second uncle? Why did you leave a stranger behind? You are not afraid that he is a bad person."
"Hahahaha, it depends on what you said!"
The old patriarch knocked the ashes from his cigarette a few times, and his eyes flashed with a hint of cunning accumulated over time:
"Then you have never suspected it. At that time, there was a banditry in the Northeast, and many farms were raided by gangsters. We were also afraid that this was a bandit who came to investigate in advance, and we did not dare to take him into the village at all. I only dare to keep it in the forest farm, and even picked several strong men to guard it outside the yard!"
