Chen Zhuo slowly chewed the jerky meat while looking at the address on the note sent by the express delivery.

"Is this seller from this village?"

It's quite a coincidence.

Wang Xian also saw this address and didn't take it seriously. He only cared about whether his Feifei would show great power after eating this black fish.

At first, Feifei sniffed the fish lightly, and seemed to have no appetite, but after taking a bite, she seemed to be afraid that someone would snatch it, and she even made a whimpering sound of food protection when eating.

Wang Xian slapped Feifei's fat big cat's head: "It's a promising thing, I'm even guarding against your father."

Feifei's four-legged hooves were slapped on the ground by him, and it was very funny.

Wang Xian pulled the button zipper on the tent door to the top, trying to make no wind in there.

Seeing the wind ceiling above the tent swaying left and right, I was really worried that the tent would be blown into the sky.

Wang Xian looked at Chen Zhuo and complained: "Hey? We have been here for seven or eight days. Is there any tomb? There are still many things in my capital."

Chen Zhuo glanced at him: "Didn't you tell me about this?"

Wang Xian was speechless.

He cursed: "I must have been fooled by Li Si's grandsons and tricked me into this wilderness. Their "Perfect Flower" is about to be launched."

The more I think about it, the more I feel that it is.

"It must be so."

Wang Xian rubbed and clapped his hands: "I tricked me here and staggered the program's opening schedule, so that they can lead the ratings."

Wang Xianxin acquired a media company and is more concerned about TV programs than other industries recently.

Chen Zhuo was reading with a book he didn't know what it was. He seemed to be sitting in his own study under the travel incandescent lamp hanging in the shave left and right tent.

"If you are busy with your own show, you can go back first."

When he said so indifferently, Wang Xian was reluctant to leave.

"Did you deliberately try to get me away? Did you find something?"

"Don't try to get rid of me and go to his adventure."

Seeing Chen Zhuo still sitting there without saying anything, Wang Xian raised his voice:

"Talk quickly."

Chen Zhuo turned a page of the book: "You have finished speaking, what should I say?"

Wang Xian gave him a look of being scoundrel, you cheating, and you bullying others.

Chen Zhuo couldn't stand Young Master Wang being a fool for nothing.

He said lightly: "I discovered something."

I looked at Feifei again: "It's more than you know."

Wang Xian saw Feifei lying down and slept with a puzzled look on his face. He was not as good as a cat?

"Fei Fei knows more than I do? What does it know?"

Chen Zhuo put down the book: "Let's have a good sleep, and we'll go to the village to take a look tomorrow."

Wang Xian didn't want to sleep: "What's the good thing about that small broken village? Didn't we go and see it last time?"

Chen Zhuo turned over and fell asleep: "Maybe the person was not there when we watched it."

"people?"

"Who?"

Wang Xian felt more and more that he was inferior to Feifei.

Look, Feifei is asleep peacefully now.

A cat is a cat.

It's still his master who has to worry about their way to explore the tomb.

“What’s in this village?”

Wang Xian thought for a while and counted: "There are quite a lot of date trees in their village, no wonder it is called Zaohua Village."

"what else?"

"The villagers in the village are all laborers and there are no other cultural relics dealers."

"Is there anything else I missed?"

Wang Xian himself kept muttering here.

Turning his face, Chen Zhuo was already asleep.

He turned Feifei's fat belly up, turned the heating in the tent a little bigger, and slowly fell asleep.

Zaohua Village was covered with a layer of white frost in the early morning, and the village on the dead grass gradually woke up from the crow of roosters.

After crossing the wild dry grass and earthen walls of varying heights, a group of villagers who seemed to have dozens of people came to the houses on the hanging ridge with their guys.

Su Mo got up early and was holding a small basket of persimmon trees in front of her doorstep.

The red persimmons were hung all over the trees, and there was a layer of frost on them. The leaves were all faded, leaving only small lantern-like persimmons hanging on them.

Cui Rong was not in the mood to clean up the persimmons all over the tree because of her son's affairs. Many persimmons that were smashed to the bottom of the tree fell under the tree.

I took a dustpan and filled the persimmons that had been reached, and placed them in the air outlet to blow dry them to make persimmon cakes.

In the morning, Bai Ju and Cui Bao both rested in the side room and did not go home. They both slept very late yesterday. Su Changfeng and the others sat down and didn't think of a way to go out to save the person. They couldn't stand it and fell asleep.

I haven't woken up in the morning.

Luo Wu made a small room in Su Wu's original room, which he had temporarily cleaned up, and he had to put down a bed and let him sleep there first.

Su Mo went to the kitchen to put a handful of corn sprouts, first cooked a pot of porridge and slowly boiled it.

The noisy sounds in the distance, along with the sound of shouting people, woke up all those who were sleeping.

Su Changfeng and Cui Rong's faces were not washed, so they came out to respond quickly.

Cui Bao also got up quickly.

Bai Ju had not woken up yet: "So what's wrong? I just lay down."

Cui Bao put on his clothes and scolded: "Laggy lady, it may be that the villagers in the village are making trouble again."

Bai Ju cursed when she remembered the last show and started to curse: "Are these people going to force people to death? It's not that they don't pay, aren't they trying to find a way?"

"Su Changfeng, come out!!"

The sounds outside were shouting, and they went far away. Wang Xian, who was placing a tent on the original, heard it vaguely.

Wang Xian took a telescope to see it.

He said, "Hey, Chen Zhuo, look at this group of people. It's really because I didn't teach enough lessons last time, so I went to that house again."

Chen Zhuo didn't care about these market turmoil.

“Which company?”

"It's the one I saw last time. Last time someone fell down at the cliff. I didn't expect these villagers were really not afraid of death. This time I came again. How much money do you owe?"

After so, I can only kill my father and owe money.

Chen Zhuo remembered that he had heard Wang Xian say it once last time.

"Isn't it a coincidence last time?"

Wang Xian laughed: "There are no such many coincidences in the world."

Chen Zhuo took the telescope and looked over.

Seeing a girl picking persimmons under a persimmon tree, the villagers in the distance came over and shouted, it seemed that it was indeed the case that they killed their father and owe money.

Hand the telescope to Wang Xian.

"We are going to the village today, so we can take a look."

This statement is exactly what Wang Xian means, and he likes to watch such lively things the most.

Especially, there may be money-related killing.

As soon as he saw the special expression on Wang Xian’s face for fun, Chen Zhuo shook his head.

With such a teammate, the plan he was looking for might be temporarily stranded.

Not reliable.
Chapter completed!