Wang Chuang's son is Wang Youfu, a name that sounds very rustic, but it is Wang Chuang's simplest sustenance to him. I hope he can be blessed. Wang Youfu has been stupid since he was a child until he was twenty-one this year. He has always lived in this acre of three-point land and has never left the 758 farm. Maybe his life will be like this until one day Wang Chuang's mother passed away and he left.

Although Wang Chuang once said that he might give his son a bottle of pesticide before he died, he might not be able to bear to do anything at that time. After all, it is better to live without a single life than to die. The villagers in this village are all very good, and he may also be able to make a living by eating a hundred families in the future.

Wang Jingzhe, Xiaoma and Wang Chuang all drank a lot of wine. The three bottles of pure grain wine had a lot of momentum. Later, another person came and walked away with two bottles of beer. In the end, it was a bit too much. Wang Chuang asked the two to live at home tonight. Their mothers squeezed into a kang, and they lived in the house on the south side.

This season it is dark very early in the north, and it is dark at 5:00 and 6:00. The temperature is a bit cold at night, and the people in the village sleep relatively early.

After Wang Jingzhe and the others finished eating, they were waiting to sleep while sitting on the kang. They saw Wang Youfu walking out with his arms and lowered his head. Xiaoma asked Wang Chuang in surprise, what he had done, it was dark outside.

Wang Chuang said, "He went out every night, and didn't know what to do. He sat foolishly on the big rock at the entrance of the village. He sat motionlessly until the middle of the night for many years. It seemed like this was the case since the 18th year. At first we still took care of him and pulled him back, but unexpectedly he ran out when we fell asleep. You said, you can't tie him up when you go to bed at night, right? He didn't cause trouble, just sit and do nothing. Later, when he went out, he didn't see anything, so we just ignored it."

Little Matt said in surprise: "You are very cold in winter. It's minus thirty degrees below zero in the past three or nine days. Even if he wears more, he can't stand it. Are you afraid of being frozen?"

"You can't say that this child has never had a fever or a cold for so many years. When it was cold, he was at most wearing a sheepskin coat, but he never got sick. We stayed outside for a while and his face was hard, and he was still hot." Wang Youfu, a young man, except for being stupid, everything else was normal. Wang Chuang said that if he hadn't been drooling and always laughing and his expression was a little silly, you wouldn't see any sign of stupidity from him. If there was work at home during the day, he would do it.

He can also farm and harvest corn. Don’t look at him being thin and powerful. He can be used as two or three people. He has to rest for a while after working for a morning and he can work for a day without taking a break. As long as the meat at night is kept up, he can help anyone in the village. He doesn’t have to give a penny after finishing his work. He can get a bowl of meat. He is quite strange at night. After eating, he runs to the entrance of the village and sits in a daze. He sits for several hours and goes home to sleep in the middle of the night.

The cycle has been repeated until now, more than ten years have passed, and it has not changed for more than ten years.

The villagers were all very strange at first, but later, they were no longer surprised.

As Wang Jingzhe listened, he suddenly asked, "Brother Wang, is your village very clean?"

"Ah?" Wang Chuang looked at him in confusion.

Wang Jingzhe said: "There has never been any tragedy in the village. For example, if someone has fun, it will be peaceful, no child has ever hit an evil person, and people who walk at night will not encounter unclean things. I think there are many people in your village who have dogs, and they never bark at night?"

Wang Chuang was stunned, thought carefully for a long time before nodding and said, "It seems that this is the case. What's wrong, brother, why are you asking?"

"It's okay, just ask for curiosity." Wang Jingzhe wanted to say that this is all thanks to your stupid son.

In the evening, they all drank a lot of wine today and went to bed at seven or eight o'clock. Wang Jingzhe lay down for a while and then he got drunk. He was in a state of slightly drunk wine. The pony next to him was already asleep on the quilt. Wang Jingzhe lit a chimney and got up on the kang, put on his shoes and walked out of the door.

After leaving Wang Chuang's house, he walked along the path to the entrance of the village. From a distance, he saw Wang Youfu sitting on a stone on the side of the road and looking into the distance. The picture looked particularly quiet. He didn't move at all, just like a sculpture.

Wang Jingzhe walked not far from him, found a place and sat down. It seemed that someone had come from behind him. He glanced at him and didn't say anything before, so he turned his head over again.

Wang Jingzhe pinched the cigarette butt and kept looking at Wang Youfu. His back was very thin, but in Wang Jingzhe's view, it was quite majestic in some aspects. He was a little suspicious that Wang Youfu might be a kind of folk legend. There were many people in the past, but in recent years, this kind of person has been rarely seen.

Wang Jingzhe sat for more than an hour. The weather was so cold that it made people shivering a little. He exhaled and rubbed his hands, then lit a cigarette. At this time, two black shadows suddenly jumped over in the distance of the field at a very fast speed. A long tail was swaying behind his four calves. These were two adult weasels.

Wang Youfu, who was sitting on the stone, stood up suddenly. When the two weasels ran in, they stopped seeing him, stood upright and raised their front paws, and the rat head shaking his head. Wang Youfu suddenly "roared": "Get out!"

This was the first time Wang Youfu made a sound except for giggling. Although he only had a few words, his mouth was not clear, just like there was phlegm in his throat. However, what was surprising was that the two weasels immediately fell down, then turned around and ran away.

Wang Youfu sat on the stone again, not moving at all.

Wang Jingzhe tilted his head, his face was filled with relief, and he nodded and muttered: "It's true."

After a while, it was almost ten o'clock. A black shadow quietly appeared in the endless fields. The other party's yin energy was extremely heavy. When it was close, it could clearly see that the seven orifices were still bleeding, and their faces were particularly ferocious.

Wang Jingzhe saw that this was the lonely ghost in the mountains and fields. However, he had obviously been in the world for many years and was quite good at it. However, he did not move. He watched Wang Youfu stand up from the stone again, and still repeat the previous sentence.

"Get back..."

"Swish" saw this, the black shadow did not react at all. He turned around and left like those two yellow-skinned men.
Chapter completed!