.Old Chen smiled without saying a word, looked at Peng Wen's grandfather and asked, "Qinggui, do you remember what that person said more than thirty years ago?"

Peng Wen's grandfather was stunned, lowered his head and said in a deep voice for a moment, then suddenly woke up and asked in shock: "Are you talking about him?"

Old Chen nodded with a smile.

Peng Wen was puzzled for a while. Why did he go back to thirty years ago? Who was that person? What did he say?

"Master, what's the matter?" Peng Wen asked.

Peng Wen's master glanced at Mr. Chen, and then said after seeing Mr. Chen nodding, "This is the thing."

Things are very simple. As early as more than 30 years ago, Mr. Chen's brain was very confused at that time and he didn't know anything. On that day, he met an old man and he followed him closely. Mr. Chen followed that person and came to Shishangou. The old man asked Mr. Chen, why are you following me? Why don't you go home?

Mr. Chen said silly at that time, "I don't know where my home is."

It happened that Peng Wen's grandfather passed by. The old man called Peng Wen's grandfather and asked him to take care of Mr. Chen. As long as he could give him some food to eat, he would not starve to death. As for where Mr. Chen's real home is, he still needs to wait for someone to find it. People in the countryside are kind-hearted, and it's nothing to eat a few more bites of food per person. Although Mr. Chen was unconscious, he could still do some farm work, so he agreed in one bite.

Peng Wen's grandfather asked the old man who was waiting for. However, the old man smiled and did not answer, then walked eastward, saying as he walked: "He is the King of Money. He can change your life. Your stone valley will change because of him, and all you have to do is live quietly here and wait for him."

King of Money? Changes life?

Damn, are you a god descending to earth? Can you predict the future?

Afterwards, the old man's words made Peng Wen's grandfather understand, and the old man said again: "You will become the village chief of Shishangu within fifteen years."

Peng Wen’s grandfather is so depressed! Why did he meet a charlatan?

But fifteen years later, Peng Wen's grandfather really became the village chief of Shishangou. He was only in his forties at that time, and Mr. Chen's mind also recovered a lot. When the two talked about the person that day, they were shocked.

A person can really predict the future, so what he said? Peng Wen's grandfather once talked to the villagers about this, so those who don't want to move to the village are all people who know about it.

Peng Wen also knew about this, but he didn't know it comprehensively. He just heard the older generation accidentally talk about it, saying that a god came to Shishangu one day and predicted that a money king would appear in Shishangu.

In Peng Wen’s memory in his previous life, there was indeed a money king in Shishangu. The money king was not someone else, but himself. Isn’t it considered the money king with more than one million that day?

King Qian has it, but Peng Wen did not change the lifestyle of Shishangu as he did in his language.

"Be good, our village really needs to pay for the money!" A villager couldn't help but look shocked after hearing this past, and everyone immediately understood what Mr. Chen said.

Old Chen smiled and looked at Peng Wen and said, "Wenwen, you are likely to be the King of Money in the future in our village." Old Chen paused for a moment, a faint sadness appeared in his eyes, and murmured, "When people are old, there is no big pursuit in their hearts. I just want to know what the harm is. People say that leaves fall back to their roots, leaves fall back to their roots. My dead leaf has been drifting outside for decades, and I just want to return to my hometown after death. Although I have lived here for more than 30 years, this place is not my home, nor my roots. I hope you can help me fulfill this wish when you have the ability." Old Chen looked at Peng Wen with a pleading look, and his eyes were already covered with crystal tears.

As the saying goes, men don’t cry easily, but they are not sad.

Peng Wen could understand Mr. Chen’s desire for home. People said that home is a shelter, but what about Mr. Chen? He was a small boat drifting in the sea. He didn’t know where his harbor was. Now he just lives in the stone valley, a harbor that does not belong to him. Peng Wen couldn’t bear Chen’s helplessness of waiting for his family, so he would try every means to fulfill Mr. Chen’s wish, but there was not much time left.

According to memory, Mr. Chen died of illness shortly after returning to Hong Kong in 1997. Mr. Chen died with his eyes open because he could not wait for the Qian King in the person he was mentioned, and he did not find where he was. Finally, the villagers buried him in the cemetery at the west end of the village, with only the stone tablet engraved: The tomb of the anti-Japanese hero Chen Linliang.

"Grandpa Chen, don't worry, no matter whether I am King Qian or not, I will definitely help you find your home." Peng Wen and Chen Lao said with firm eyes.

Old Chen smiled with relief, then stood up and walked out with a stool.

Looking at Chen Lao Xiaose's back, Peng Wen couldn't help feeling sad. The anti-Japanese hero has fallen into this world. God is really not good at seeing him!

After Mr. Chen left, everyone also dispersed one after another. Although TV is a good thing, it cannot be left without leaving.

After everyone left, Peng's father called Peng Wen into the room and asked with a serious look on his face: "Wenwen, are you really planning to help Mr. Chen find the roots?"

Peng Wen nodded seriously and said nothing.

Mr. Peng sighed and said helplessly: "It is indeed a public morality to help Mr. Chen find his roots, but don't forget that it is so great that you will not be able to find a needle in a haystack if you want to find a person's hometown, it's difficult!"

Peng Wen asked: "Dad, are there no other clues?"

Mr. Peng smoked his cigarette and thought for a moment, and said with a smile: "Yes!"

"What is it?" Peng Wen asked hurriedly.

Mr. Peng smiled and said, "Just find the old man more than 30 years ago, just ask him, he is a god." He laughed out loud.

Peng Wen gave his father a angrily and asked, "Dad, do you really believe what that person said?"

Mr. Peng was stunned and said, "He predicted that your grandfather would become the village chief within fifteen years, which has been verified! Don't you believe it?"

Peng Wen sighed helplessly and said, "Why do I believe it? Could it be that he said that my grandfather would become the village chief within fifteen years?"

"Isn't this enough? The facts are already there!" Mr. Peng asked in confusion.

Peng Wen said: "My grandfather was able to take in Mr. Chen that day, which shows that he was kind-hearted and went to help someone who had never even met him. I think of the kind heart in my grandfather's heart. What is the standard of being a village chief? It's nothing more than doing good deeds and doing things for everyone. Since my grandfather has that kind heart, why can't a village chief be competent?"

Hearing Peng Wen's analysis, Peng's father suddenly woke up. Whether he could be regarded as the village chief was not the final decision, but the big guy. It depends on the number of votes the village chief elected, and it has nothing to do with others.

"I didn't expect that he was a charlatan!" Father Peng couldn't help but sigh.

Peng Wen smiled and asked seriously: "Dad, do you have any clues about Grandpa Chen's life experience?"

Mr. Peng nodded uncertainly and said, "I heard from your grandfather that Mr. Chen spoke very quickly more than 30 years ago and could not hear clearly. Later, he slowly learned the language here."

Peng Wen thought for a while, and he couldn't hear clearly. He should be from the southerners. After all, the southerners speak very quickly. This is a clue, a big clue. With this clue, the scope of finding Chen's hometown can be narrowed down, which will save much trouble.

"Is there anything else?" Peng Wen asked again.

Mr. Peng shook his head and said, "It's gone."

"Oh!" Peng Wen agreed and said, "I'll go to Grandpa Chen's house tomorrow to inquire."

I had nothing to do all night, and after breakfast the next morning, Peng Wen didn't go to Nanshan, because the work there was almost done one day today. Even if I went there, I would just run errands. It would be better to go and ask about Mr. Chen's life experience.

Mr. Chen lives at the foot of the north mountain in the northeast corner of the village. There is only one adobe house here. Although it is a turtle house, this house is better than a square. As we all know, yellow grass is mixed with the building of the house because it is relatively sturdy. After the construction is completed, yellow grass sticks will appear on the walls, and there is no appearance at all.

Mr. Chen’s house was different. Mr. Chen’s house was covered with mixed yellow grass, and then used fine yellow earth foam to make mud, and then applied layer by layer to the wall, so it looked very simple. The roof was tied with stacks of yellow grass, with stone tiles underneath.

There are two earthen houses in Chen’s house, one is resting, and the other is surrounded by several sheep. Chen’s house has no yard wall, but he just blocked the house with a fence. Although the yard is not big, it is extremely clean. At this moment, Chen is sitting under the locust tree in the yard, peeling peanuts from this year.

"Woof, woof, woof!"

Peng Wen just came to Chen’s hometown and heard a barking dog.

Old Chen always had a faint smile on his face, as if he was happy in his heart. Old Chen waved to Peng Wen and said, "Come in! The puppy doesn't bite people."

Peng Wen smiled and looked at the dog that Chen’s hometown fed. The dog was very small and looked two or three months old. When he saw Peng Wen screaming, he hid under the bench while shouting. He was obviously afraid of Peng Wen, a strange visitor.

"Has Grandpa Chen eaten?" Peng Wen asked with concern.

Mr. Chen took a bench and handed it to Peng Wen, saying, "I have eaten it, have you eaten it? Do you eat it with the yellow-fleshed sweet potatoes I have? It's still hot."

Peng Wen smiled and said, "Grandpa Chen, I ate too full in the morning and can't eat it anymore." Peng Wen likes to eat sweet potatoes very much, especially fresh sweet potatoes. However, I ate too full in the morning and can't eat it even if I want to eat it at this moment.

Mr. Chen nodded and asked, "Wenwen, is there anything wrong with you coming to me?"

Peng Wen said: "Grandpa Chen, do you really don't remember what happened before?"

Mr. Chen smiled helplessly and said, "I don't remember it, I don't remember it at all."

Peng Wen was stunned, it was not right! How could Mr. Chen answer himself without thinking? Could it be that he didn't want to go back to his hometown? And he also used two "I don't remember" in a row. Is there something hidden behind this?

"Grandpa Chen, I want to help you find your roots. You'd better tell me everything you know in your mind. Only in this way can I help you find a home." Peng Wen said seriously.

Mr. Chen sighed and said, "Okay! I will tell you about that. Don't call me an old man who is not serious when you know."

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