Xu Shuo cooked for more than an hour, and it was not until evening that he walked to the living room and asked people to eat.
When the girl who was painting saw him, she looked surprised for a moment, and then secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It turned out that the man who talked to her in the afternoon was the village chief. Fortunately, she didn't show any flaws at the time, otherwise it would have been terrible if she acted like she didn't know him.
Even when she found out where the village chief's home was, she grabbed a child who was playing outside and asked for directions. The child was simple-minded and just assumed that she didn't remember the way.
This is much more difficult than beginner notebooks, which also have arrow indicators.
The girl murmured in her heart, but remained calm on the outside. After Xu Shuo set the table, she sat down cautiously.
"There are not many dishes, please don't dislike it, guests." Xu Shuo smiled politely.
"No way, it's all good." The female reporter followed suit and said politely.
The dishes were very sumptuous. After all, there were five people eating. Xu Shuo also slaughtered two chickens to honor the host and guest.
However, the three people who were having a lively chat just now have all stopped at the dinner table. It is not known whether they have reached an agreement or not.
In short, Xu Shuo was the only one looking for a topic, and even the female reporter, who was originally the most noisy, was full of perfunctory conversations.
"By the way, village chief." Suddenly, the female reporter said: "I plan to write about 'Green Face and Fangs' as the main theme of the publicity at that time. What do you think? Is there anything you want to add?"
"not too good."
Xu Shuo thought seriously: "In addition to the legend of 'Green Faced Fangs', there are actually many better places in our village, such as mountains, water, fruit trees, etc. These can also be reported! Moreover, the story of this kind of monster is actually
There’s nothing good to report, it’s all those people talking nonsense!”
Upon hearing this, the female reporter's expression was confused, and the other two people at the dinner table looked slightly weird.
It was you who clearly used the legend of "green face and fangs" to attract visitors, but now you actually don't agree with using it for publicity?
Could it be that this matter actually has nothing to do with the village chief?
The female reporter originally just mentioned it to see if she could get out some more information. She was quite surprised to get this answer, and she felt a little uncomfortable at the moment.
Xu Shuo broke the deadlock enthusiastically and said with a smile on his face: "Hey, why are you talking about these work things while eating? It's so tiring. Come on, eat more first. Eat vegetables, eat vegetables. You're welcome!"
As he spoke, he took the initiative to give the detective in trench coat and the female painter a piece of chicken with chopsticks, full of the simplicity and enthusiasm of a farmer.
The little girl sat next to Xu Shuo and was very quiet all the time. When the adults were talking, she was stuffing food into her mouth quickly without stopping. It looked like she hadn't eaten for several days.
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By the time the lively dinner was over, it was already getting dark outside.
Of the four meals a day in the countryside, the third meal is basically eaten in the fields. After all, working consumes a lot of energy.
As for those who don’t have to work, three meals a day is enough.
Therefore, Xu Shuo did not save the dinner for the night. After clearing the dining table, he prepared to send the well-fed and drunk little girl back to the ancestral hall. It would be very lively here tonight and it was not suitable for the little girl to stay overnight.
Before leaving, he also packed a bag of biscuits, twists and other snacks and hung them around the little girl's neck.
With her arms full of snacks, the little girl's eyes were bright and her face was so red and round that people couldn't help but want to touch her.
Then under the envious gaze of the female reporter, Xu Shuo squeezed her for a while with satisfaction, then picked up the soft and cute little girl and went out.
The villagers who went to work in the fields in the evening also came back, and a few people greeted him warmly while walking on the road, and also greeted the new travelers who arrived today.
"Village Chief, what on earth is that detective here to investigate?"
As soon as Xu Shuo walked into the ancestral hall, a dark and thin man walked in behind him. He was wearing a coarse cloth stained with mud and looked around with his narrow eyes.
After putting the little girl into the right room, Xu Shuo closed the door and whispered: "It's just that my old man is missing. I will send him away tomorrow."
The thin dark man nodded, and finally asked: "What about the reporter? She was running around the whole village today, catching us asking questions, and the questions were really confusing!"
"She just came to promote our village." Xu Shuo smiled and said: "When our village is reported on the TV station, more tourists will come, and everyone can make some money, and there is no need to avoid her.
It's better to let her write more."
"Oh..." The thin black man nodded again, his eyes flashing, and he said a few words casually before leaving quickly.
Xu Shuo stood there, the smile on his face faded, and then opened the door again.
The little girl was sitting obediently in the room eating cookies when she found the door opened and turned around in confusion.
Xu Shuo smiled and said: "Go to bed early tonight and don't eat too much. You won't be able to sleep when you're full."
Hearing this, the little girl looked at the biscuit in her hand, then looked at him, then reluctantly put down the snack, climbed to the bed and sat down.
Xu Shuo stepped forward and touched her head, then closed the door and left.
After he left, the little girl blinked, quietly climbed out of bed, and picked up the snacks on the table.
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As night falls, the village, surrounded by mountains on three sides, looks like it is stuck in a dark abyss from a distance.
Although Qingliu Village has electricity, most people still use candles when not necessary, and one candle can be used for several days.
Without him, it hurts and saves electricity.
Resting after sunset is the daily routine of farmers. It was only about eight o'clock in the evening, and no one lit a fire.
The village chief's house also turned off the lights early. Because the house is on a high ground, you can have a panoramic view of the entire village from the second floor. Looking at it at this time, you can see an abyss-like darkness.
The night in the countryside is extremely quiet, without the noise of the city. It is so quiet that it is as if you are the only one left in the whole world. You need to listen carefully to hear the faint buzzing of insects from nowhere.
The style is very cool at night.
The rooms for guests to rest were all on the second floor. The girl was tossing and turning on the bed, unable to fall asleep, holding the quilt.
She kept her eyes open in the darkness for a long time, then finally quietly got up and got out of bed, walked quietly to the window and looked outside.
Then it was pitch black and nothing could be seen.
However, she heard some subtle movements from next door. The girl waited by the window for a while, and saw two figures that were almost integrated with the darkness passing downstairs in the rich night.
Did those two people take action?
The girl pursed her lips and looked a little hesitant.
Just before dinner, the discussion between the two people did not avoid her. A reporter wanted to dig up some interesting news in the village, and a detective also wanted to investigate some interesting things in the village.
Then they hit it off with their eyes.
The girl didn't even look at him. She was still sitting next to him quietly. She didn't want to follow this group of people.
At this time, she took out her mobile phone from the bedside, tried the flashlight function and night photo function, and then plucked up the courage to open the door...
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After the three people left one by one, another door opened in the bedroom on the first floor.
