dead child, ghost carrying coffin

The few young people don't know Hua Jiunan's worries, but the three elders who have been around for a long time do.

After a moment of pondering, the great Confucian Xun Yi spoke softly.

"Just by looking at Eighth Master, you can tell that his brother must also be a loyal man... That's all, just use the privilege once for this old Yingjie!"

After finishing speaking, he picked up the landline in the room and called a certain mysterious department.

Seeing that Zhao Fei and others were at a loss, Qian Duoduo smiled and explained.

"You don't know that besides being the director of the Confucius Institute, Xun Daru is also the chief think tank of a special department."

"According to relevant regulations, he has the right to directly mobilize part of the armed forces."

"Mobilize armed forces?!" Chen Dage was very interested when he heard this.

"Why, Uncle Xun wants the army to avenge Brother Chang!?"

"Plane bombing! Cannon fire..."

Chen Dage wanted to continue talking nonsense, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ma Mingyang slowly drawing his sword.

So he quickly shrank his neck and sat back to his seat, laughed a few times and dared not speak again.

In this time, the great Confucian Xun Yi had finished his phone call, and said to Hua Jiunan with a smile.

"Little friend, just now the old man has applied for a helicopter to come over and take you back to Shanhaiguan directly."

"I hope there will be time!"

"It's a pity that I have to return to the capital urgently to report, so I can't help."

After all, it was just a "meeting by chance", Hua Jiunan was already very grateful for being able to do this, and immediately thanked her repeatedly after hearing the words.

Chang Baye was even more moved, he got up and jumped onto the table, circling in circles to salute.

"Xiao Ba, I thank you, thank you!"

......

The so-called blessings do not come together, misfortune does not come singly:

At this time, not only Chang Huaiyuan and Hui Lao Liu were in crisis, but even Hua Jiunan and the town where their high school was located had an accident.

Early this morning, Liu Meina, who hadn't seen Wang Qianyue for a long time, begged shopkeeper Liu to bring her to play in the courtyard.

But just before entering the house, several strangers with panicked expressions came in outside the door.

The leading old man was carrying fruit snacks in his hand, and immediately saluted respectfully after entering the door.

"Excuse me...excuse me, is this the home of the deaf old lady?"

"We are from the town, and we want to ask her for help with something urgent."

Wang San, who was supposed to greet Shopkeeper Liu, replied immediately upon hearing this.

"Are you looking for my mother? Unfortunately, she is out and not at home."

"Why don't you come back in a few days."

Hearing that the deaf mother-in-law was not at home, the few people who came in were suddenly depressed, and even inadvertently showed panic.

"Ah?! The old sister is not at home?!"

"What should I do? Something big happened, something really happened! People will die!"

Wang Qianyue has always been well-behaved, and has already moved the stool out of the house with Liu Meina.

He asked everyone to sit down and said.

"Sir, don't worry if you have anything to say, speak slowly."

"Or my father...Uncle Liu can also help."

"Oh, by the way, her old man is the shopkeeper Liu from the paper-making shop in the next village!"

With Xiaoqianyue's cleverness, she has already guessed the purpose of everyone's visit:

Please ask the deaf mother-in-law to help me, what else can I do, let me make a mess!

The people in the town had obviously never heard of shopkeeper Liu, but the matter was urgent, and they still spoke with the attitude of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

"So it's shopkeeper Liu, look at me, I'm old and dim-sighted, I can't see Mount Tai with my eyes."

"It's like this..."

At the end of the 90s, the economy in remote areas was still quite backward, especially the small towns that were surrounded by wind and snow all the year round.

There is only one breakfast shop in town.

In fact, it is a husband-and-wife shop. Liu Erga and his wife Meihua jointly manage it, selling gruel, pimple soup, vegetable buns and so on every morning.

Strange things happened in this small shop.

Because for three days in a row, no one in the town saw the couple come out of the stall.

Not only did they not go out of the stall, but they were not even seen going out during the day.

People at that time were quite enthusiastic, but not like now: even the neighbors didn't know each other, and they all cleaned up the snow in front of their own houses.

Concerned by the neighbors, they went to Liu Erga's house to check.

I don’t know if I don’t see it, but I was shocked when I saw it:

The door of Liu Erga's house was not closed, it was just ajar.

In the early morning, the husband and wife were still lying on the cold kang.

His body was thin and his complexion was livid, even his cheeks and eye sockets were deeply sunken.

It looked like... like a corpse that had been dead for days!

Fortunately, the people in the mountains have heard and seen strange things, and they are much more courageous than the people in the city.

So relying on the large number of people, I bravely stepped forward to check...