The boss is five and a half years old, and wealthy families are vying for his favor.

Chapter 89 The mountain breeze has spirit

[I'll go, the up is Jiang Erwa! 】

【Depend on!Can Jiang Lian fly?]

[So what he posted was fake?Are you setting the pace? 】

[A thing that harms others and harms oneself! 】

[I still don't understand, who can explain it]

Jiang Lian cut Jiang Erwa's hands back with one hand and lifted him up, and picked up the phone with the other. The bullet screen that flew across it made him frown severely.

"Wanwan, parents, brother, this guy is live broadcasting." Jiang Lian said in a deep tone.

"Live broadcast?" Jiang Jie walked over to help his third brother. Jiang Lian threw the phone to him and muttered: "Can't turn it off."

Jiang Jie caught the phone and pressed the exit button, but the phone was completely stuck, and the barrage stopped, changing abruptly after a while, and it was full of barrages asking for the truth and asking whether to close the live broadcast.

Jiang Jie was annoyed, so he simply pressed and held the power off button to force the machine to shut down.

Jiang Lian directly kicked Jiang Erwa in the knee. Jiang Erwa knelt down with a groan and hit his knee heavily on the slate tiles of the village ancestral hall. The pain made him grin and said, "You enforce the law violently!"

Jiang Wan shrugged: "There is always a gust of wind in the mountains, it's just a coincidence."

Jiang Wan is used to this kind of attitude. The only thing that doesn't suit her is that the village chief has become her follower. If it wasn't for the prevention of wild boars, the village chief would have to come forward, and the village chief might follow her back to the back mountain.

The two professors came back to their senses, scrambling to surround Xiao Tan, and asked Jiang Wan on Xiao Tan's back: "Xiao Wan, did the ancestor of the Jiang family really appear?"

Jiang Erwa knelt in a daze, and Jiang Wan came to him, "I will lock you up in the ancestral hall, and let the ancestors talk about you tonight."

Jiang Erwa frowned, not looking at her or answering, looking like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.

Like a long whistle, the pitch is high, and it is like the call of a bird playing in the treetops, but it is far more distant and ethereal than the song of a bird. The sound spreads wave after wave and spreads to the mountains, and the echo adds to the quiet and sacred feeling. .

The village chief stood up with the support of the junior, but this time he didn't dare to sit next to Jiang Wan to be equal to her.

"What's the matter? Are you lazy here?" Professor Hu came over.

"The old ancestor has appeared, bless our family Yaoer..."

Jiang Wan nodded innocently: "Yes, that's it. But the villagers don't know. You have to keep it a secret - this is their belief."

Jiang Wan smiled softly, "The patriarchal stone statue is hollow inside, and when the wind blows, it will make a sound like a deer."

After the words fell, Shilu let out a clear Youming.

Jiang Lian sneered: "You know the law, but you don't know much. I'm slipping."

The two professors nodded, "It should."

"Ah?" The two professors looked at each other, "Is that so?"

But this is from a stone statue.

Jiang Wan looked at the sky, "The matter is clear, let's stop here today, and we have to guard against wild boars. Jiang Erwa is temporarily locked up, and we will take him with us when we go down the mountain."

"You're laughing so hard. A bunch of wooden cards. Do you really think that our ancestors have spirits? If they do, show me one!" Jiang Erwa shouted without fear of death.

"What, you are a judge?" Jiang Erwa asked nonchalantly, "Does your family run the court? Does the number of years you sentence me here count?"

Professor Yang joked: "This is enough to shoot an episode of "Approaching Science"."

"When were you here?" Jiang Wan sat on the chair, looking at Jiang Erwa with a condensed expression.

The materials needed to make the barbed fence are wood, bamboo, cloth strips, wire, etc. Jiang Wan went to the utility room behind the kitchen to look for tools, but the light in the utility room was not on, so Jiang Jiao held up her mobile phone to light it for her.

"The ancestors have appeared!"

"Village chief, just say a few words." Jiang Wan reminded him from the side.

"You are unkind and disobedient, how could your ancestors manifest for you?" Jiang Wan stood up from the chair, turned towards the stone deer statue representing the patriarchal line of the Jiang family, took a step back with her right foot, and knelt respectfully Next, "Jiang's No. 30th generation Dapo implores the ancestors to come."

At this time, another gust of mountain wind blew gently, blowing across Jiang Wan's face, causing the leaves in the forest to rustle softly, as if someone was murmuring.

On the way back to the back mountain, the Jiang family members were silent, with a look of self-doubt.

The villagers stared angrily, and the village chief scolded heavily: "Jiang Erwa, the ancestral hall is an important place, don't be disrespectful!"

The villagers left the village temple respectfully step by step and turned their heads one step at a time. When they passed by Jiang Wan, they couldn't help walking lightly, with awe-inspiring expressions on their faces, and they didn't dare to meet her eyes.

Jiang Jie is the most obvious, everything he thinks is written on his face: Who am I?Where am I?What am I doing?

Jiang Wan cleared her throat: "Scared you?"

"Old, old, old Hu!" Professor Yang was so startled that his voice changed into a clip, and he even choked on his own saliva.

"Quiet, quiet." The village chief quickly stabilized the situation, but when the ancestral hall became quiet again, he couldn't say anything, and his invisible eyes were full of confusion.

"Immortal..." Jiang Erwa said impatiently.

Slippery feet - cunning, Jiang Wan untimely thought of the jokes those children told her. The anger in her heart dissipated, she closed her eyes and calmed down again.

After knowing the truth, everyone's expressions became much more relaxed, but Jiang Jie was still confused: "But how could it be windy? And just after you finished speaking Wanwan? It was like you were answering."

Jiang Erwa's rampant expression didn't have time to put it away, it froze on her face and turned into panic.

——Whether it is a coincidence or a spirit in the wind, who can really tell?

When I returned to the back mountain, the light was not too dark, and Jiang Wan asked everyone to prepare with her to resist wild boars—the chicken pens needed to be strengthened, and a bunch of them set up tents in the yard, so they must set up obstacles and traps around the yard some type of.

The village head stumbled and spoke, and then gradually became fluent. He briefly explained what happened this time, and then asked for instructions about Fukui. The stone statue responded again with Yo Yo Lu Ming.

The scientific materialism of the two professors was greatly impacted. Jiang Jie looked bewildered, bent his knees hesitantly, and was held back by Jiang Ao: "Stupid brother, our surname is Jiang."

"Bless this year's harvest..."

Looking at the mountains in the distance, Jiang Wan gently curled the corners of her mouth.

There are a lot of things in the utility room, with a layer of dust and a faint musty smell. Jiang Wan found that her mother-in-law still has a lot of books that have not been burned, and they are all piled up here. She probably doesn't read them often or likes to read them. Book.

She didn't know where her mother-in-law came from with so many books or how she brought them up. Many doubts flashed through Jiang Wan's mind, but the sun set in the west and urged her to find tools quickly, so she ignored the books. Professor Yang, on the other hand, Curiously, I picked up a book.

The village chief was shocked, he forgot to take his crutches, and knelt down, and the other villagers knelt down in unison, as if they had been awakened.

Jiang Wan was furious in her heart. If it was in Dapo village, she would directly order people to be executed. Let's see whether it is Jiang Erwa's stubbornness or his fate.

Jiang Erwa was shocked and shook her head again and again: "No, no, no..."

After she got up, everyone still couldn't recover, Jiang Wan had to clear her throat: "Get up."

"I'm not a judge. I'm asking you on behalf of the ancestors in the Jiang family ancestral hall." Jiang Wan emphasized, "Jiang Erwa, do you admit your mistake?"

The village chief was so moved that he trembled all over, and solemnly led the whole village to worship the ancestors. Then Jiang Wan recited a blessing mantra and sent the ancestors away.

"Jiang Erwa, do you admit your mistake?"

Professor Yang was rarely criticized but did not reply, "Look at this!"

He pointed to the title page of the book. On the yellowed page was written a delicate name: Jiang Youlan.

Professor Hu opened his mouth wide, "This, this is a coincidence..."

Professor Yang looked at Jiang Wan, who was busy in the yard, with a complicated expression: "Then what a coincidence..."