Yes, when the old man selling bamboo shoots just said that his village was called Puxiang Village, Song Zhaozhao felt a faint sting in his heart. Originally, this village should be like his name, ordinary and peaceful.

But now, I'm afraid it can no longer be realized. Now Sang Chong is hiding in Puxiang Village, and Lu Chenmo and the others will sooner or later, no matter what method they use, they will disrupt the peace of the village.

Perhaps Song Zhaozhao's current method is the best.

"Miss Song, we are about to exit the cave not far ahead."

Song Zhaozhao was still thinking wildly at first, but when he heard the words of the old man selling bamboo shoots, he suddenly came to his senses. Next, he could only rely on himself.

Although he didn't spend much time with Lu Chenmo, Song Zhaozhao felt that he looked more and more like Lu Chenmo. The ancients said that beauty is a disaster, and this Lu Chenmo can now be regarded as Song Zhaozhao's "blue beauty."

Thinking of Lu Chenmo, Song Zhaozhao twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly and shook his head gently. Now I am afraid that Lu Chenmo already knows what he is doing, and he doesn't know what Lu Chenmo is doing now.

Are you angry with yourself? Forget it. When this matter is over, you can explain it to Lu Chenmo.

However, Song Zhaozhao never thought, or even dared to think, that Lu Chenmo was looking for him now, and was in the same cave with him at the same time.

After Song Zhaozhao followed the old man selling bamboo shoots for a short distance, he suddenly saw a ray of sunlight coming in at a corner. It seemed that the game was about to start. Song Zhaozhao took a deep breath.

He took a breath and walked resolutely toward the exit.

After Song Zhaozhao walked out of the cave, what he saw in front of him was undoubtedly different from the way he lived in Songjiazhuang. The villagers in the village were all busy with their own lives, and everyone's face was simple and natural.

Song Zhaozhao carefully looked around and found no trace of Sang Chong, so he had to continue walking with the old man selling bamboo shoots.

Song Zhaozhao, a villager from outside the village, suddenly appeared in the village head so rashly. The villagers were surprised and looked at Song Zhaozhao quietly. Some people praised Song Zhaozhao because of his appearance, and some people were shocked because of Song Zhaozhao's sudden appearance.

Doubtful, some people

Song Zhaozhao was naturally aware that he was being watched by almost everyone in the village. If these people's eyes were penetrating, I'm afraid Song Zhaozhao's body would already be riddled with holes.

Not long after following the old man selling bamboo shoots, Song Zhaozhao arrived at the door of a house. It seemed that this was the old man's home. The old man's house was not big, but although the sparrow was small and had all the internal organs, there was nothing.

Yes, everything in the courtyard is clean and tidy. It seems that this old man is also a very particular person.

"Old man, this is your residence."

However, Song Zhaozhao looked left and right, and it seemed that this old man did not have any other relatives.

The old man nodded: "Miss Song, I'm the only one here, and it's a bit rough. I hope the girl won't dislike it."

Song Zhaozhao smiled and shook his head: "Old man, it's not too late for me to thank you."

Although Song Zhaozhao didn't get along with his old man for long, Song Zhaozhao felt that this old man who always called himself "Laoshen" was a particular person.

"Benefactor, benefactor, benefactor"

After entering the yard, the old man shouted twice at the top of his lungs, but no one responded. However, it seemed that Sang Chong lived with this old man.

No one responded, so the old man turned around with a smile and looked at Song Zhaozhao: "Miss Song, it seems that my benefactor is wandering around the village again."

"Hang around?"

Song Zhaozhao was a little confused.

The old man selling bamboo shoots smiled and nodded: "Our benefactor, since he came to our village, he has gone out for a walk from time to time, helping this family's harvest, taking a look at that family's livestock, in short

Ah, you have helped us both young and old."

The old man's eyes were shining with a smile on his face. Song Zhaozhao knew that even though Sang Chong was an unforgivable sin, in this village now, he should at least treat him sincerely, right?

Song Zhaozhao also smiled reluctantly. If possible, Song Zhaozhao wanted to never tell the old man the truth.

"Old man, I've known you for so long, but I still don't know your last name?"

The old man still had a smile on his face and showed kindness everywhere.

"Miss Song, my surname is Wang."

"Then I'll call you Uncle Wang, okay?"

The old man smiled: "It couldn't be a better thing."

Putting aside everything else, Song Zhaozhao really felt comfortable getting along with this old man.

"Old man, after walking for such a long time, I think I am tired and hungry. Why don't you let me cook a meal for you today?"

Song Zhaozhao wanted to do something for his old man, so as to make up for the fact that he had deceived him this time.

Song Zhaozhao meant well, but when the old man heard what Song Zhaozhao said, he panicked.

"Miss Song, how can this happen? How can you let me cook for you?"

Song Zhaozhao naturally expected that the old man would say this.

"What? Uncle Wang doesn't believe me or that I can cook?"

"This girl, it's not that I don't believe it, it's just..."

The old man was a little hesitant for a moment, not knowing what to say. Song Zhaozhao didn't give him a chance to hesitate anymore, so he walked in and looked for the kitchen.

"Then Uncle Wang, please believe me. Today, I will cook you a perfect dinner, Uncle Wang."

Seeing what Song Zhaozhao said, the old man did not refuse anymore and had no choice but to let Song Zhaozhao go.

Song Zhaozhao entered the old man's kitchen. Although it was not as good as the wealthy Lu family, it was at least reasonable and at least better than the Song family at the beginning.

Song Zhaozhao still couldn't believe how he survived when he thought about what the Song family was like at the beginning.

Since we are making meals, staple food must be indispensable. Song Zhaozhao looked around and saw that there were so many kinds of rice in Uncle Wang's home. The grains were all available, and there were also hangings on the beams.

Wearing lots of sausages and walking through the book like this

For a long time, Song Zhaozhao has made staple food for everyone, but Song Zhaozhao has never had the opportunity to make this five-grain rice. Now, it is an excellent opportunity, and there are so many sausages, which is just right.
Chapter completed!