My four beautiful sisters

Chapter 747 Nothing!

"Because of the long history, I haven't contacted for a long time, and I can't find the place to live."

"I see. What's your relative's name?"

The old man asked again.

"I don't know the name of my grandfather's relative, but I only know that he lives here."

Chen Bufan's technique of fabricating lies is not bad.

After wandering around for a long time, some of them are easy to deal with.

"Young man, look for it yourself."

The old man left in a slow pace.

"Grandpa, wait a minute."

"What's wrong?"

"Do you know how to get to the village chief's house?"

"It's the first one in the west end."

"Thank you."

"Hey, the young man is quite polite."

The old man smiled, revealing his scorched yellow and sparse teeth.

There is definitely a peculiar smell when you get close.

The two walked west and came to the first house.

There is no so-called gate, no so-called courtyard wall, most of them are surrounded by tree branches.

The door is also very simple, a fence made of wood, which can be entered by moving.

"anyone there?"

Nangong smiled and shouted.

The sound is crisp and pleasing to the ear.

At the same time mixed with childishness.

"Who?"

An old voice sounded, and an old lady came out with a cane.

Roughly speaking, there are more than 60.

The hair is neat and tidy. Even at such an advanced age, it can be seen that he is an old man who loves to tidy up.

When you are young, you must not be ugly.

"who are you?"

The old lady approached and squinted her cloudy eyes to make sure she didn't recognize her.

"We are here to find someone. Is this the village chief's house?"

"Yes."

The old lady nodded and opened the gate at the same time.

"Come in and talk."

"Where's the village chief's grandfather?"

"He went to collect firewood and should be back soon."

"Do young people drink water?"

"Thank you grandma, we are not thirsty."

Nangong smiled sweetly.

This girl's speech is lovable.

Then the two came to the west room, a big pot, a big kang, and a bellows, with the smell of fireworks.

"This is the condition of the family, don't be offended by the two of you."

"It's okay, we are not the children of rich families, we will not let it go."

The two sat on the hot kang naturally, with their legs hanging down naturally.

Such a life is more humane than its prosperity.

I believe many people have the same feeling.

At that time, every family had a hot kang, the roof was sooty, and the rice was cooked in a big pot, and the whole family gathered together.

Recalling the beginning, I can't bear to look back.

"Grandma, you know who here is good at martial arts."

Nangong smiled and asked more straightforwardly, no longer beating around the bush.

"Martial arts?

We are all honest people born and bred, how can anyone know martial arts. "

The old lady still made hot water and put brown sugar.

"There are so many people in a village, do you know all about it?"

"I know everyone. I have lived here for decades, most of my life. I don't know anyone. There are only more than 100 people in total. I know everything."

I asked two people in a row, and the answers were almost the same.

Is it really the wrong place?

Or could it be said that the two sword masters, Ganjiang Moxie, had already moved out of Liren Valley?

"Grandma, do you have anyone who has moved away?"

"A lot."

As soon as these words came out, Nangong smiled and frowned.

At this moment, an old man entered the room slowly.

"Old lady, it's going to snow soon, cover the firewood outside."

"why you!"

Chen Bufan said in surprise.

"Hey, we meet again."

"..."

No need to say who this person is.

It was the old man who came to the village to inquire first.

"Old man, just now you just said that you are the village chief."

"You asked where the village chief's home is, and you didn't ask who the village chief is. Is there something wrong with the old answer?"

"..."

There is nothing wrong with it.

It's like a villager throwing a cow and calling the police.

Policeman: Tell me about the characteristics of lost cattle today.

Villager: Are you asking about a big cow or a little cow?

Police: Let’s talk about Daniel first!

Villager: The big cow is white.

Policeman: What about the calf?

Villager: It's also white.

Police: When did you find out that it was missing?

Villager: Are you talking about a big cow or a little cow?

Police: Daniel.

Villager: Daniel at six in the morning.

Policeman: Where's the calf?

Villager: It's also after six o'clock in the morning.

Police: Not a fellow, why do I have to ask you twice the same question?

Villager: Because the big cow is mine.

Policeman: What about the calf?

Villager: It's mine too.

The situation is almost the same, not too much difference.

Chen Bufan had black lines all over his head.

"Young man, the person you are looking for should not be in our village."

The old man smacked the dirt on his body, took out a pipe from his waist, lit it, and wrapped it up twice.

"Grandpa, we can't make a mistake."

"If you don't believe me, you can go door to door and ask."

"Then don't bother."

"Young man, it's getting dark and it's snowing soon. I have no place to live tonight. You can come to my house."

"After all, the visitor is a guest. As a host, one should have the proper etiquette."

The old man said enthusiastically.

"Thank you."

The two went out together and started to wander around the village, pausing almost at the door of every house.

When you meet someone, just ask a few simple questions.

About less than thirty houses away, there were sporadic snowflakes in the sky, falling on the top of the head, shoulders, cheeks, and every corner of the world.

Without exception, without any clues.

The two were a little discouraged, but they didn't give up until it was completely dark.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, there is no intention to stop, it has reached the ankles, leaving footprints on the ground one after another.

The ground is white, and there is a tendency to seal the valley.

"Girl, are your wounds okay?"

Chen Bufan was concerned.

"It's okay, it's already healed. Your medicine for golden sores is very effective, even better than grandpa's, and the recovery is faster."

Nangong smiled and was full of praise.

"Of course, the heirs of the Sages of Medicine and Martial Arts are not called for nothing, and the golden sore medicine must be top-notch."

"What should we do now?

Back to the village chief's house for a night? "

"That's the only way, or we can go find a cave."

"The village chief's house."

"it is good!"

When the two returned, there were probably only a few houses left without asking.

It's getting late, so don't bother me, it's not too late to visit tomorrow.

In short, you must ask the end.

General Mo Xie is too important to Chen Bufan, and he is bound to win.

Fight for it as much as you can, grab it if you can, steal it if you can, and don't hesitate to use all means.

People who don't do it for themselves will be punished by heaven and earth.

Chen Bufan just wanted to improve himself.

Obtaining two famous swords is an important way.

"The two little guys are back, come, come, we have just cooked, and there is home-brewed rice wine, let's drink two cups to keep warm."

The old man said enthusiastically, with a smile on his face.

"Master, I'm in trouble."

Chen Bufan remained silent, and took out an ingot of gold in his arms.

"What is this for?"

"Our meal money."

"See you, put it away quickly."

"Although our village is poor, it is not enough to charge money for a meal, let alone people who are open to money."