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Xie Baiyuan pinched the hand of the hunchbacked old lady, and no matter how hoarsely growled she made, he dragged him into the courtyard.

Others gathered around.

Zhu Yicheng originally wanted to teach this "bearable boy" a lesson, but he rolled up his sleeves halfway and was stunned.

He never thought that the other party was an old man, and she was also the mother of the village chief.

"What are you doing? We all came to Murakami to help with things. We are not bad people." Zhu Yicheng said in a slow tone as much as possible.

Unexpectedly, after listening to his words, the hunchbacked old lady suddenly struggled more violently, pointed in a certain direction, and babbled in a language they didn't understand.

Although she couldn't understand, she could tell she was repeating some words.

Zhu Yicheng leaned into Xie Baiyuan's ear and said secretly: "There is no real mental illness, this person is old, it's easy..."

Xie Baiyuan glanced at him: "Go away and play."

The hunchbacked old lady seemed to have heard some key words, her eyes lit up, and she shouted loudly: "Get out! Get out! Get out!"

Everyone: "..." This old lady is quite tough.

The hunchbacked old lady came to make trouble and attracted many people to watch. Most of them sneaked behind the half-meter-high fence, and some slipped to inform the village chief.

Soon, the village chief rushed over with two young men, and took his mother away without any explanation.

"Sorry, I have caused trouble for you because of poor supervision." The village chief pointed to the two bamboo baskets placed on the stone table, and said, "We provide the daily breakfast, and you need to provide the lunch and dinner. First Let's eat, please start your work after breakfast."

After he finished speaking, he beckoned and left here. When the hunchbacked old lady was carried away, she was still yelling repeatedly: "Get out! Get out! Get out!"

The two young men quickly covered her mouth with their hands.

After the village head and his party left, the villagers who were hiding behind the fence to watch the excitement also dispersed immediately.

When the village head came, they followed, and when the village head left, they followed, so well-behaved that it was unreasonable.

Fang Li could see that it was not that the villagers were not curious about this group of people, but that they did not take the initiative to communicate with them for some reason.

When they left with the village chief, the adults could act as if nothing had happened, but the children in the village turned their heads every step of the way and kept looking at them.

Breakfast was steaming sweet potatoes in a basket.

Perhaps it is a local food feature, and the breakfast here is also accompanied by wine.

Last night's dinner was also served with a bowl of wine, but Fang Li had a certain amount of self-knowledge about his drinking capacity, and after entering the dungeon, he consciously abided by it.

Zhu Yicheng secretly took a sip while they were not paying attention, with a surprised expression on his face, and said in a low voice: "This wine doesn't taste like wine at all, it tastes a little sweet, as if brewed with mountain spring water."

While speaking, he handed the bowl to Fang Li's mouth, beckoning him to have a taste.

Considering the amount of alcohol he poured in one gulp, Fang Li hesitated for a few seconds before refusing.

At the same time, there was a trace of doubt in his heart.

Is there a mountain spring near here?

They came down from the mountain to the village yesterday, but they didn't see any springs along the way.

This question didn't bother him for long. Just after breakfast, a group of villagers filed in from the yard, and soon dirty clothes, bedding, pots and pans piled up half of the yard.

"..."

"..."

Fang Li and Zhu Yicheng were dumbfounded.

Zhu Yicheng covered his mouth and complained: "Is this taking out all the 'properties' accumulated for a year?"

No wonder the village chief asked them for help with this mound-like pile of debris.

After those people put away their things, they left without saying a word. Liu Gong Xuefeng and his group complained endlessly in the yard.

In such a cold day, putting your fingers in the water will sting, and cleaning this pile of objects can be said to be a torture for them.

A child stood outside and looked into the yard for a while, then walked in with his head poking around. Judging by his age, he was about ten years old.

What is more unexpected is that he can speak Chinese.

Fang Li originally thought that only a few middle-aged people like the village head knew how to speak Chinese in the entire village, but he didn't expect that this little boy could speak Chinese fluently, and his tone was quite mature.

"There is only one well in the whole village. It's in the south. I'll take you there to fetch water. Hurry up, and you'll have to wait in a long line if you get there late. By the way, you need a lot of water to wash things. It's best to go now. Divide the work, half of the people fetch water, and the other half are responsible for delivery."

Such a childish little round face is very deceptive and can easily make people let down their vigilance.

A girl in the line came over and stretched out her hand to pinch the little boy's face, jokingly said, "Little friend, you speak Mandarin really well, did your parents teach you?"

She was just happy to see the child, and couldn't help but tease casually, but she didn't expect that the little boy raised his hand and knocked her hand down in the next second, with a very cold tone.

"Since you have received our money, you should work hard. Have you seen the schedule in the house? You only have two hours a day to clean things."

This girl was the closest to Gong Xuefeng, her name was Tang Chutao, and she was also a novice, but it was different from the situation where Gong Xuefeng was confused and surrounded by people from behind, she got into the No. [-] car by relying on her strength.

Of course - it is the ability to rush to check out when the clothing store sells discounts.

Because she hadn't experienced many setbacks and tribulations, her mind was still pure, and when she got together with the equally innocent Gong Xuefeng, the two were so silly that others shook their heads.

Distressed but not distressed, no one sent that kindness, most of the time in the dungeon I was too busy to take care of myself, how could I have time to think about the safety of others.

What's more, in such multiplayer dungeons, the way to clear the level is often to be tested. As long as you don't die, other people are the touchstone.

After being scolded by a half-grown child, Tang Chutao felt a little helpless.

After such an appearance, other people also noticed the abnormality in this child, and they all paid attention to this child.

There is indeed only one well in the whole village.As the little boy who led the way said, as long as you go a little late, the line for fetching water can be 30 meters long.

Fang Li began to think about Shanquan again.He thought, if there is a mountain spring near the village, why do people queue up to share a well?

Therefore, the mountain spring should not exist.

He breathed out, thinking that maybe he was really thinking too much.

But he doesn't think it's a bad thing to think things more complicated, after all, so far, he doesn't have any clues, so he can only try to dig out the details.

Taking the opportunity of going out to fetch water, he began to observe the village carefully.

At first glance, the villagers are basically the same as yesterday, but upon closer inspection, something is different.

When they first arrived in the village yesterday, although the villagers seldom came up to say hello, they all looked at them secretly.

Today, [-] of them were outsiders standing in the middle of the team, but these villagers kept their heads down and concentrated on doing their own things, as if they were not interested in them.

In addition, Fang Li has another new discovery, that is, there are very few old people in this village, but many young people and children.

This is not scientific. Under normal circumstances, a relatively backward village should have a high proportion of elderly people, because young people often choose to leave their hometowns to work hard to earn money.

Apart from these two points, Fang Li has not found anything else so far.

There was a little hiccup while cleaning things.

He was worried about Xie Baiyuan's physical condition, and was afraid that he would catch a cold at this time and fall ill later, so he decided to wash himself quickly and take Xie Baiyuan's share together.

Similarly, Xie Baiyuan was also worried about him, so the two argued for a while.

Zhu Yicheng covered his sour teeth, leaned forward with a shy face and said with a smile: "Why don't you two discuss it again, and mine can be resolved together?"

Xie Baiyuan looked at him with a half-smile, "Oh?"

Zhu Yi got goosebumps, and took the clothes back embarrassingly: "... I should do my own things."

Fang Li said helplessly, "How about I do the laundry in the morning and weave bamboo baskets in the afternoon?"

His hands-on ability is definitely not as good as that of Xie Baiyuan.

Xie Baiyuan thought for a few seconds, agreed, and then urged: "If you are afraid of the cold tonight, come to my room."

The second episode happened in the afternoon, when everyone was weaving bamboo baskets.

At that time, they had just finished their lunch, and finally took a few mouthfuls of cold rice to fill their stomachs. It was already 01:30 in the afternoon when they sat down.

It was impossible for Fang Li to really hand over all his tasks to Xie Baiyuan, so he asked Xie Baiyuan to make it up for him, and he followed suit.

Xie Baiyuan's fingers looked very slender, and there were no calluses on his fingertips, but those sticky bamboo sticks turned into cloth in his hands. He was very obedient, and the bamboo baskets he wove were all very beautiful.

Fang Li was gritting his teeth and wrestling with the bamboo stick in his hand, when a man's cry suddenly came from a certain house in the east, and a few minutes later, mourning music rang out from the east.

Even though there was a language barrier, everyone immediately understood the funeral music—someone in the village had passed away.