Finally, the door was opened, but it was only opened a crack. A middle-aged man in his forties looked at Ye Qing through the crack in the door and asked with a wary look: "Are you a soldier?"
"Yes, fellow, I am a soldier." Ye Qing responded hurriedly.
The fellow glanced at Ye Qing and said, "Since you are a soldier, why don't you wear a military uniform?"
"Fellow... well, I'm a special agent and I'm on a special mission, so I'm not wearing a military uniform." Ye Qing lied and replied.
Of course, this was also a white lie. If he hadn't said it, Ye Qing had no doubt that this fellow would have closed the door immediately.
Ye Qing hurriedly took out an ID card from his body, handed it to the fellow villager through the crack of the door, and said, "If you don't believe it, you can look at this, um... this is my ID card."
Ye Qing couldn't help but feel lucky that he had documents proving that he was a soldier.
Although he was not a real soldier, Zhao Yunlong got him a certificate when he helped Kangwang Hutong perform the mission.
Of course, Kangwang Hutong is the most confidential department of the military. Naturally, the real ID of Kangwang Huttong cannot be used. Normally, the ID of a normal soldier is used. Therefore, the title column on Ye Qing's ID says "Military Department"
Propaganda consultant.
After looking through the certificate, the fellow handed it back to Ye Qing. The vigilance on his face gradually relaxed and he said: "You are making too much noise in this exercise, aren't you? We are so scared that we don't dare to do it."
go out."
"Um...fellow, I'm really sorry. I can't help it. You should have heard that even if our troops are training now, they have to be close to actual combat. I hope you can understand." Ye Qing explained.
"I can understand." The fellow smiled and said, "But whether it's an exercise or training, you have to say hello in advance. It's really scary to come here so suddenly."
"In fact, our exercise was to deal with emergencies, so we didn't publicize it in advance. It scared you and your family. Here, on behalf of the army, I apologize to you." Ye Qing said hurriedly.
Seeing that Ye Qing was quite polite to him, the fellow countryman completely let down his remaining vigilance.
Hmm... After all, if this guy is a bad guy, how could he be so polite?
"That forest belongs to Old Motou. His house is the northernmost building in the village. You can go directly there!" The fellow said to Ye Qing.
"Thank you then!" Ye Qing nodded in response, turned around and left.
"Wait a minute..." The fellow called out to Ye Qing.
"Fellow, what's the matter?" Ye Qing turned around and asked.
"When you go to see Old Mo, you must be prepared," the fellow said with his lips pursed.
"What preparations?" Ye Qing asked confused.
"This old Motou has an eccentric personality and is not easy to talk to. He usually doesn't get along with us villagers. You have to be mentally prepared. He may make things difficult for you," the fellow said.
"Is there no one else in his family?" Ye Qing asked thoughtfully.
"He's the only one, so he's withdrawn." The fellow said with a shrug.
"Okay!" Ye Qing nodded and said, "Thank you, fellow."
Immediately, Ye Qing followed the direction the fellow told him to look for that old Mo Tou.
When Ye Qing found the northernmost house in the village, he saw an old man about seventy years old sitting in the small courtyard in front of the house, weaving bamboo baskets and the like.
When he saw this old man, Ye Qing frowned slightly.
Not only did he sense right away that this old man was a junior master, he was also an intermediate level one.
In addition, he also sensed that there were injuries on the old man's body, and they were old injuries from at least thirty years ago.
Although the old man was sitting, Ye Qing could still tell at a glance that the old man's left leg was different from that of a normal person.
Ye Qing walked into the dean. After the old man raised his head and glanced at him, he lowered his head and concentrated on weaving his bamboo basket, as if Ye Qing had never appeared before.
He is indeed a very strange old man.
The old man was weird, and Ye Qing was even weirder. After looking deeply at the old man for a while, he suddenly squatted in front of the old man, lifted the old man's injured leg and looked down.
To be honest, his actions were extremely dangerous, because he had already sensed that the old man was a little master, but he exposed the back of his head in front of the other party. If the other party slapped him down with a palm, he would definitely die.
How could he make such a mistake?
The reason is very simple, that is, he has a feeling in his heart, a feeling of being very close to this old man.
He couldn't explain it clearly, but it really existed in his heart.
The old man raised his head and glanced at Ye Qing again. He didn't say anything or ask anything, and just let Ye Qing look at his legs.
After a while, the old man was weaving a bamboo basket and said, "Don't look at it, it's useless. It's been impossible to cure it after so many years."
Ye Qing put down the old man's legs and stood up, smiling and saying: "That's not necessarily the case."
The old man glanced at Ye Qing and asked, "Can you cure it?"
To be honest, this injured leg has affected him for thirty years. Over the years, his movement has been extremely inconvenient. If it were anyone else, he would be very excited when he heard that there was a chance to cure this old injured leg. However,
The old man looked indifferent.
He is really calm enough to deal with things without being alarmed.
"Yes!" Ye Qing nodded and said, "But the premise is your cooperation and your unconditional trust in me."
"I believe you." The old man said without hesitation: "You can put the back of your head in front of my eyes, so why should I not believe you?"
"Haha!" Ye Qing couldn't help but smile, and instead of answering, he turned around and walked into the old man's house.
This house is a one-story bungalow with three rooms and a kitchen. However, there is only a shabby bed and a shabby wardrobe in one room, as well as two shabby chairs. The bedding on the bed is still there.
It emits an enzymatic smell that is very pungent.
When I walked into the kitchen, there were only two pots and a few broken bowls.
It has to be said that the living environment of this old man is really bad enough.
Ye Qing picked up a dusty chair from the room and walked back to the small courtyard. He placed the chair in front of the old man and sat down without wiping the dust on the chair.
"It's really rare for a city boy like you not to mind being dirty." The old man said with a smile.
Ye Qing smiled, shrugged and said: "I'm not a city boy. In fact, I grew up in the mountains and played in the mud every day. So, this little dust is nothing to me.