"How many people are there in Osmanthus Village now?"
"About one hundred and eighty people."
The old village chief huddled on the small bench at the door of the kitchen. He didn't know what kind of shock he had received, and he looked a little depressed.
Hearing Xu Shuo's inquiry, he sighed and said: "The people in Guihua Village are basically the descendants of the three clans surnamed Wang, Li and Zhang, among which the Wang surname is the largest."
There are still many members of the Wang family. After all, they were once the dominant tyrants in Osmanthus Village. Now, even though the inheritance has been cast a shadow, with their huge financial and material resources, there are more and more descendants left behind.
Today, there are not many people with the other two surnames in Guihua Village.
For example, Tiezhu's surname is Wang.
As for the village chief, he is from the Zhang family, and the Zhang family has always been the village chief of Guihua Village.
If the Wang family represents wealth, then the Zhang family represents status.
As for the Li family...
Nothing.
The Li family exists like common people in Guihua Village. There is the Zhang family in front and the Wang family in the back. They are squeezed and unable to turn over.
And in fact this is indeed the case.
This has been the case for sixty years.
The old village chief analyzed: "So I think the person who instigated the trouble is probably the Li family. After all, when it comes to injustice, the Li family may be the most wronged party in the entire Guihua Village."
With no money and power, they could not make any decisions in Guihua Village. However, the Li family followed the Wang and Zhang families into the whirlpool of Guihua Village.
Because at that time, except for the Wang family, other villagers also thought about moving away from Guihua Village.
But I can’t leave. From that day on, no one in Osmanthus Village can leave, no matter whether they are old, weak, women or children!
They have been suppressed in such a closed place for sixty years!
The village chief said: "You are also surnamed Wang after all. Those in the Wang family are obsessed with the continuation of the bloodline. Even if they have ideas, they will not really take action against you. As for our Zhang family, we have always tried to balance the villagers.
We will not cause trouble at this juncture in mid-July."
Xu Shuo raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "You mean it won't be certain after mid-July?"
The village chief twitched his lips: "Don't be so literal-minded."
"So what you're saying is that the murderer who wants to deal with me now has nothing to do with your Zhang family or the Wang family, and it's all done by the Li family?" Xu Shuo summed up his words in a good manner.
"Although it's not appropriate to speak too harshly, it's most likely true." The village chief nodded.
"How many people are there in the Li family?" Xu Shuo asked.
"More than thirty people."
"They all live in a house at the foot of Beishan Mountain?"
"Almost." The village chief nodded.
Xu Shuo was thoughtful, thinking about the image of Lao Li he saw last night, and then thought about the layout of those streets and alleys.
There are more than fifty households in that area of houses connected to Beishan. There are only three main streets. Although the lanes are crisscrossed, they are actually very neatly divided.
It is not difficult for people who are familiar with the terrain to use alleys to avoid eyes and ears.
But the same.
Because everyone's houses are very close together, it is actually a bit difficult to completely avoid everyone's eyes.
Unless someone helps cover it up.
Seeing Wang Tiezhu thinking, the village chief's expression gradually became meaningful, and he said: "Your current situation is equivalent to being an enemy of half of Osmanthus Village. Even if you are not hostile, some people will not let you go.
.”
Xu Shuo looked at him: "So?"
The village chief cheered up: "Why don't you cooperate with me and find the troublemaker as soon as possible!"
After all, in fact, the village chief was still beating around the bush and abducting Xu Shuo to look for the murderer together.
Xu Shuo smiled when he heard this, and then pointed to the steaming steamer in front of him with the cattail leaf fan in his hand. The meaning was self-evident - I need to cooperate with you?
Do I need to be afraid of those villagers?
The bride comes out and kills her!
The village chief's mouth twitched.
But before he could think of the words to continue lobbying, Xu Shuo took back the cattail fan and fanned himself, and said Youyou: "However, it is not impossible to cooperate with you."
The village chief's eyes lit up: "What do you want?"
"Find out the whole story for me." Xu Shuo said.
"I've told you everything I know. No matter how specific it is, I don't know. After all, I was just a child back then." The village chief said with a grimace.
"Yes, but why did I feel that your attitude towards me at the beginning was quite special." Xu Shuo smiled slightly.
"..."
The village chief hesitated for a moment and said, "Back then, I had a good friend named Tiezhu who played a lot."
Xu Shuo raised his eyebrows: "What then?"
Village Chief: "Then he died."
Xu Shuo: "..."
Village Chief: "Then maybe I feel a little guilty for that little friend. I've been very nice to you since you grew up. After all, I still don't have a biological grandson. I think you're pretty good, young man."
The village chief really tried every means to take advantage.
I'm afraid it's not the first time I'm playing the role of a grandfather, and I might get confused.
Xu Shuo said nothing. He saw that the osmanthus cake was almost steamed, so he stood up and opened the lid.
The steaming heat rose upwards, filling half of the kitchen, and at the same time, there was a strong fragrance of osmanthus.
only.
This hot air band is also tinged with red.
The scent of osmanthus also has a hint of blood.
Xu Shuo took out the cage drawer with a pair of iron hands that were not afraid of being burned, waved away the dense heat, and looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake covered with gauze.
The pastry is red.
He took a knife and cut about two pounds of sweet-scented osmanthus cake into eight even pieces, then took out one piece and handed it to the village chief sitting at the door.
"Taste it?"
"..."
The village chief looked at him in confusion: "If you don't want to cooperate, you can just say so."
There is no need to poison the elderly.
Xu Shuo took back the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, put it under his nose and smelled it. The scent of flowers was mixed with a hint of blood, and there was also a strange smell in it. It smelled quite heady.
But he ultimately didn't try it himself.
He just put a piece of it in the Player's Handbook.
I'll eat it again when I have the chance.
At least if you eat it in the script space, the chance of being poisoned by yourself is low.
In short, this sweet-scented osmanthus cake has been successfully completed. Even though I don’t know how it tastes, the appearance is still good.
Xu Shuo covered the seven pastries and waited for them to cool.
After doing all this, he turned to look at the village chief: "Let's go down the mountain."
The village chief immediately became energetic after hearing this!
He quickly stood up with the help of crutches, but because he stood up too quickly, a heart-breaking clicking sound suddenly came from his waist!
"Ouch... help me, young man!"
"..."
Xu Shuo looked on amused, and while he was thankful in his heart that he had not chosen this role, he stepped forward, moved his palms to his waist, and gave him a sharp push with his clever strength!
Click!
"Fuck!"
The village chief's waist was healed, but at that moment he took a breath of soreness.
After all, the body of this character is really that of a seventy-year-old man!
With such a body, no matter how powerful he is, he does not dare to violently torture himself, otherwise he will have to perform "death before leaving the battle".
Just now he almost thought that this old bone was going to break!
But because the guy's attack was so fast, he didn't even have time to react.
The old village chief was walking on crutches. He looked at the strong Wang Tiezhu who was walking in front, with a strange look on his face. He didn't know what he was thinking.
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－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
Today is the Ghost Festival. I went out to work all day and forgot to ask for leave.
After I came back, I thought about it and coded a chapter for you.
