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Chen Jianzhong is a good man who is easy to talk to. If his mother were here, my uncle would not dare to say this because he knew that he would be scolded by his sister Xu Yanfen.

Over the years, Chen Muyu's family has helped support his brother-in-law's family quite a lot.

Of course, no matter what, my uncle is an elder. Even if there are many elders, it is not Chen Muyu’s turn to point fingers. Dad doesn’t value money. If he wants to borrow it, that’s his business.

It was a rare sunny day at night.

Chen Muyu sat on the toad stone next to the old house and looked at the moon, planning to wait until his father and the others fell asleep before going to the well in the backyard to explore.

This toad stone is a large stone bag in the shape of a toad. It has been here for I don’t know how many years. In the past, after the villagers finished their farm work during the day and had dinner in the evening, they would come to this stone bag to chat and brag about their lives. Full and happy.

Now there are fewer people in the village, every household has a TV, and fewer people go out for a walk at night. We can never regain the feeling we had before.

It was dark all around, except for the lights of hundreds of houses, which flickered on and off. In the east and west of the village, there were cocks crowing and dogs barking from time to time.

The moon tonight is not round, and is covered with a thin layer of frost, making it look a bit desolate.

"Little guy, isn't it cold to come here and sit here in the middle of the night?"

A voice came from the side.

Chen Muyu turned around and saw that it was his uncle Xu Xinggui!

He held a military coat in his hand and handed it to Chen Muyu.

Chen Muyu took it casually, "Uncle, weren't you chatting with my dad? Why are you here?"

"We're done talking!"

Xu Xinggui smiled and sat down next to Chen Muyu. He took out a cigarette and lighter from his pocket, lit it and took a few puffs.

He was in a good mood. It seemed that his father had lent him money again.

"You kid, how long have you been back?" Xu Xinggui smiled, "Look at our village, the young people are all running away. After a few decades, people from my generation will be gone, and I'm afraid there will be only one left. There’s no one left!”

Although he was smiling, his words were filled with sadness.

Chen Muyu sighed, who could say otherwise? In this era, it is already difficult to retain young people in rural areas.

"Uncle, I want to ask you something!" Chen Muyu turned to Xu Xinggui, "Is there anyone named Gu in our village?"

"antiquity?"

Xu Xinggui was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "No!"

Pretty sure.

Xu Xinggui has lived in Chenjiayan for more than 40 years. Let alone people, he knows who has a dog or a cat, whether it is red or green, black or white.

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Since he said no, it must be no.

"However, there is a family in Xiaowangpo across the street!" Xu Xinggui then added, "Why are you asking about this? Does the guy named Gu owe you money?"

A black line appeared on Chen Muyu's forehead. It turns out that my uncle can really have anything to do with money.

Xiaowangpo?

Chen Muyu looked at the opposite side. Chenjiayan was on a cliff, with a deep ditch hundreds of meters deep below. On the opposite side of the ditch was Xiaowangpo.

This ditch is called Youlonggou. Legend has it that there was a flood one year and a landslide occurred in Longtan Mountain above. A giant dragon broke out of the mountain and swam all the way down into the Qinglong River.

The place where the dragon passed became the current Youlong Valley.

Of course, this is just a local myth and legend, and it is not credible.

There are hundreds of lights on the opposite side, and you can even hear some voices coming from the opposite slope. The straight line distance between the two sides is not far, but if you really want to go there, you have to go down the ditch and go uphill, which takes at least half an hour.

Opposite is Xiaowangpo Village, which does not belong to Chenjiayan Village. Gu Zheng has said that she is from Chenjiayan Village, so it is unlikely that she has anything to do with Xiaowanggou.

Forget it, there's no point asking around. Isn't Gu Zheng still alive? Can't we find out when she wakes up and ask again?

"Uncle, how is the harvest this year?" Chen Muyu asked casually.

The main industry of Chenjiayan Village is tea. In the past two years, the tea market has not been so prosperous. A family of two, raising a few acres of tea gardens, can earn a net income of 30,000 to 40,000 yuan a year without asking for help. It's pretty good.

For someone as lazy as my uncle, she is the main labor force in the family, so her income may be even less.

Chen Muyu's words somewhat imply that a certain pot should not be opened.

"Okay!"

The uncle smiled cheerfully, "Last month, I did a business and made a little profit. I can finally pay back part of the money I borrowed from your family before!"

"What?"

Chen Muyu was stunned, as if he wanted to get to know his uncle again, "So, you just asked my dad to pay back the money?"

I thought he was borrowing money, but it turned out that he was paying back the money. Chen Muyu felt a little guilty in his heart. After all, he was his uncle, how could he imagine that he was so miserable.

The uncle nodded and said, "It's not much, just ten or twenty thousand. I just gave it to your dad, and your dad doesn't want it!"

As he said that, Xu Xinggui took out a black lump from his pocket, put it in a plastic bag, and stuffed it towards Chen Muyu, "Your dad doesn't want it, so you keep it!"

Chen Muyu didn't dare accept it, so he pushed back quickly, "Uncle, don't let me play with this. What you borrowed belongs to my father, not mine. He doesn't want it. Tell him to go and don't look for me!"

"Hey, you two, father and son, what, do you think it's too little?"

"Uncle, what are you talking about!" Chen Muyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You can keep it yourself and buy some nice clothes for aunt and some delicious food for Xiaojun. Isn't that great? Xiaojun should also go to elementary school. Well, there will be plenty of places to spend money then..."

Chen Muyu's strength was too great, and Chen Xinggui couldn't do it, so he had to give up.

"By the way, uncle, what kind of business are you doing and how much money do you make?" Chen Muyu patted Xu Xinggui on the shoulder. In his memory, the uncle and nephew had not been so close to each other for a long time.

Xu Xinggui looked helpless. He wanted to pay back the money but still refused to go out. What do you think this is?

"Your grandma left a set of bowls. Last month, a boss passed by and took a fancy to it. He offered 50,000 yuan, but I worked on it for a long time and negotiated 100,000 yuan..."

Xu Xinggui told the whole story.

Chen Muyu stayed for a long time, "Just a set of bowls?"

"Not only a set of bowls, but also a pair of lard bottles!" Xu Xinggui smiled, "We put them together and sold them for 100,000..."

In the darkness, Chen Muyu's face turned a little dark.

Hearing what my uncle meant, he was a little complacent.

Chen Muyu had never seen the bowls and bottles that his uncle mentioned, or he might have seen them before but had forgotten about them.

Apart from anything else, if it can be sold at this price, it cannot be ordinary goods. It is very likely that my uncle has been deceived.

No, I should say, someone must have tricked me!