Urban Hidden Dragon

The walls of the small courtyard are made of poplar trees as thick as wrists.

On one side of the house is a chicken coop with several chickens digging in the soil and eating stones.

There are some lambs on the other side.

There is only one small house in the courtyard.

The door was ajar, with a symbolic lock hanging on it.

"no one."

Huang Wan held a cigarette in his mouth, stretched his neck, looked through the window and jumped out of the courtyard wall.

Wang Han stuffed a child with two bags of raccoons and several pieces of ham.

"Where did this old man go?"

Several children pointed in one direction.

"Can you take us there?"

Several children stepped back.

Huang Wan touched a child's head and said, "We are not bad people, really."

It was okay not to mention it, but as soon as he started talking, several children looked at this big yellow haired man. He looked so handsome, and there was indeed a strong evil aura about him that could not be wiped away. They were so frightened that they turned around and ran away without even wanting the instant noodles.

Huang Wan picked up the instant noodles from the ground, opened them and took a bite.

"What are you afraid of? Lao Jiu, do you think they wouldn't run away if I looked like Fan Wei?"

Wang Han nodded.

"Correct."

The two people headed in the same direction following the place pointed by the children just now.

There is a farmland over there.

The weather is refreshing now, which is the time to do farm work. Many people are hoeing in the farmland.

As they walked there, they met an old man carrying a hoe, with big bags under his eyes and a wrinkled face.

Wang Han saw that it was an old man, and there was a high probability that the old man knew about it, so he stepped forward and handed the cigarette to the old man.

"Old man, do you know who Zhang Qingjun is?"

The old man glanced at Wang Han and asked, "Why are you looking for him?"

"We were sent down by the superiors to verify the five-guarantee households."

The old man pointed in a direction and said, "Go along this road and see the ditch. There is a terraced field down there. He is there."

Wang Han quickly thanked him and gave the old man a pack of cigarettes.

The old man didn't want it and walked home without saying a word, carrying the hoe.

Wang Han and Huang Wan continued to walk forward along the path pointed by the old man.

As he walked, Wang Han glanced out of the corner of his eye.

"Brother Seven, something is wrong."

"That old man just now?"

"Ah."

Huang Wan then walked forward, "Keep an eye on him to see if he has returned home."

Wang Han shook his head, "He's staring at us. He can't go home. Let's go inside. There's a blind spot behind the plateau over there. There happens to be someone there. Let's go and ask."

As the champion of the freestyle train running championship, Wang Han was naturally able to judge from some details that the old man just now did not seem to be telling the truth.

As they walked, the two glanced at the old man carrying the hoe just now.

The old man passed by Zhang Qingjun's yard without stopping.

After crossing the plateau, I didn't go far and saw an old man sitting in the field eating cakes and drinking tea. There was also an aunt in the field who was hoeing grass while she was talking about how lazy her husband was.

Wang Han went over and squatted in front of the old man.

The old man looked at Wang Han and said, "You are..."

Wang Han hurriedly lit a cigarette for the old man.

"I am the second eldest son of the old Liu family in the next village, Huzi, Liu Yuhu, do you still remember me?"

The old man held a cigarette and shook his head, and Wang Han smacked his lips.

"My father has a problem with his legs."

"Liu Laizi?"

"Correct."

"Are you Liu Laizi's grandson?"

"Yes." Wang Han said with a smile, "Mom, you are so busy right now, why did you take a rest early? You see, just now Boss Zhang finished his work and went back early."

The old man looked disdainful, "He is just an old bachelor who lives on the five-guarantee household. He is just pointing at the harvest of a few acres of land. Who will give him money if he doesn't work quickly!"

Wang Han smiled and said to the busy aunt, "Auntie, please take a break and have something to eat with me later."

The aunt cursed and said, "Eat whatever you want. It's getting hot and I have to eat all day long. I'll be in trouble if I follow you. I might as well follow Zhang Guangguan. At least he's diligent."

"You have a son if you follow me!"

"I can have a son with Zhang Guangguan!"

When the old couple were bickering.

Wang Han gave the old man a pack of cigarettes.

He and Huang Wang looked at each other and returned the way they came.

"Lao Jiu, how do you know there is a Liu laizi in the next village?"

"On the way here, I saw someone in the next village writing on the wall the words "Liu Laizi gave birth to a great-grandson without a butt hole."

"Aren't you afraid of revealing your secrets?"

“There’s a saying for revealing one’s secrets.”

The two people walked quickly towards the small courtyard.

From a distance, you can see in the small yard that the old man with wrinkles on his face and big bags under his eyes is pushing an old Phoenix bicycle towards the outside.

Wang Han and Huang Wan immediately chased in that direction.

The old man stepped on the footstool and swayed forward, got on the bicycle and left.

Wang Han rushed forward first, "Old man, we have something to ask you for."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Qingjun had no intention of stopping.

Huang Wan grabbed the back seat of the car.

The old man pedaled the car hard twice, and the car moved forward a few meters with difficulty.

Finally stopped.

When the old man got out of the car, he would straighten his legs and shake them.

Huang Wan hurriedly stepped back.

Wang Han took this opportunity to press the handlebars of his bicycle and said, "Old man, I want to ask you for a life-saving thing. You have to agree on the terms."

Zhang Qingjun looked at Wang Han coldly and sneered.

"I'm just an old bachelor with nothing. I don't have anything."

"You have something that can avoid being traced by the Western Holy See and the vampires..."

Zhang Qingjun frowned.

He looked at Wang Han.

"If you want something, okay, kowtow three times and I will give it to you."

"Just give it after you knock it?" Huang Wan asked.

Zhang Qingjun sneered, "If you dare to knock me, I will give it to you!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Huang Wan knelt down and kowtowed three times.

He quickly stood up and stretched out his hand, "Things!"

Not to mention Zhang Qingjun was stunned, Wang Han was also stunned for a few seconds.

Huang Taisui's thinking mode is really different from that of normal people.

After Zhang Qingjun came to his senses, he got on his bicycle and started to leave.

Huang Wan grabbed Zhang Qingjun's collar.

"Trying to be rogue with me?"

"Let me go!"

"thing!"

"release!"

Huang Wan grabbed Zhang Qingjun's collar and wanted to repair it.

Wang Han quickly suppressed Huang Wan.

"Seventh brother, seventh brother! Don't mess around!"

Wang Han arranged Zhang Qingjun's clothes.

"Old man, I'm really sorry. My brother has a bad temper. Please don't think too much."

Zhang Qingjun pushed Wang Han away, turned around and was about to ride his bicycle.

Wang Han pressed down on the bicycle again, "Old man, it was my master who asked me to come."

Zhang Qingjun kicked the pedal with his toes, turned half a circle with a clatter, and was about to leave as soon as he stepped on the pedal.

Wang Han said again, "Old man, my master is Di Lao."

Zhang Qingjun was about to leave, but stopped after hearing these words.

Turning his head to look at Wang Han, "How do you prove that you are Di Wuji's disciple?"

Wang Han thought for a while and took out a black card from his pocket.

There are ten blurry figures on the back of the black card.

Zhang Qingjun got off the bicycle.

He picked up the bicycle, turned it around, straightened it, and pushed it towards his small yard.

Seeing this, Wang Han and Huang Wan followed.

Opened the door and entered the house.

Zhang Qingjun sat on the main chair.

He glanced at Wang Han and then at Huang Wan.

"Which one of you wants this?"

Wang Han said, "I want it."

Zhang Qingjun looked at Huang Wan, "Then why are you kowtowing?"

Huang Wan squatted on the ground and touched the head of a small tabby cat, "The wife and children who saved my brother are all a family, and everyone is the same."

Zhang Qingjun frowned and looked at Huang Wan carefully.

"what's your name?"

"Huang Wang."

"Who are you, Tiebei Tutuo Huang Mang?"