Skilled in managing a house

At night, Zhang Yu called Yang Ying to report that she was safe, and then stood in front of the window, thinking about everything that happened today.

The small building on the diagonal side had no lights on, which seemed very common. There was only one old man living in it, and he must have gone to bed early and gotten up early.

However, this is the most abnormal thing.

Compared with young people, the elderly are also afraid of loneliness. If they are lonely old people, that's it. But this old man has three juniors to serve him at home. Is it necessary for him to live alone in a small building?

Zhang Yu then discovered something wrong.

There are guardrails on every window of this small building to prevent thieves from entering. But this is Panjia Village, and the whole village is basically full of one family. Is this necessary?

Looking at my room, there are no guardrails on the windows. In my impression, there are no guardrails on the entire building, only the old man's small building.

To Zhang Yu, this small building seemed to be a prison, isolated from the world.

"Yoyo. Yoyo"

Suddenly, a cry rang out in the yard. Zhang Yu looked out and saw something seemed to be tied to the corner. When he looked carefully, he discovered that it was a deer.

"You raise deer at home?" This surprised Zhang Yu.

Raising dogs and livestock in rural areas is nothing new, but this is the first time I have seen someone raising deer at home.

What's the use of raising such an animal for no reason?

After standing for a while, Zhang Yu lay down on the bed. He felt that there was something weird everywhere.

That night, Zhang Yu didn't sleep very well, and his mind was occupied with thinking about everything here. When he woke up the next day, he simply washed himself and went downstairs alone.

The three people at home got up very early and were already busy making breakfast. Seeing Zhang Yu come out, the young man greeted him. Zhang Yu also chatted with him and learned that his name was Pan Chi and that the girl was Pan Cuicui. The middle-aged woman is their sixth aunt.

"Ding dong" the doorbell rang in the yard, and Zhang Yu and Pan Chi walked out together.

There was a man standing in the outer courtyard, holding a deer in his hand.

Pan Chi went over to open the door, called the man uncle, chatted for a few words, then led him into the yard and tied him to a corner. What Zhang Yu saw last night was correct. There was indeed a deer in the yard, and now another one was sent to him.

After Pan Chi sent the man away, Zhang Yu deliberately asked: "Why is it still popular among you to raise deer?"

"I didn't raise them. Grandpa likes to eat venison and drink deer blood. He basically has to eat one every three days," Pan Chi said.

"You have to eat one in three days?" Zhang Yu was shocked. Even if venison is very nourishing, there is no way to eat it like this.

"Yes, grandpa doesn't have any other hobbies. Right now he just keeps in good health." Pan Chi added.

Zhang Yu sweats and eats this to maintain his health. It is easy to make up for it. What a sin for a lonely old man to eat a deer in three days!

However, Zhang Yu immediately realized something was wrong and said, "Isn't there another one there? How come I haven't eaten yet, so I sent another one to prepare."

"Normally, that deer should have been eaten, but grandpa said that he has not had a good appetite in the past two days, so he just needs to eat something light. So the deer has not been killed yet," Pan Chi said.

"That's true. As I get older, I always get angry after eating this." Zhang Yu said deliberately.

After saying this, Zhang Yu once again wondered why it was such a coincidence that after eating a deer in the past three days, his appetite suddenly disappeared in the past two days.

With a "click", the door of the old man's villa rang. Zhang Yu turned his head and looked. The old man walked out of it and closed the door behind him, "Bang!"

Listening to the sound of closing the door, the door seemed a bit heavy. It must be a heavy iron door. This is much stronger than ordinary security doors.

The old man followed and walked straight towards the gate. Pan Chi quickly said hello, "Grandpa, you're up. My uncle just sent me a deer. Do you want to kill it today?"

"I have a bad appetite today, so I don't need to kill him for the time being. I'll go out for a walk." The old man said, and he had already reached the center of the yard.

"Uncle, don't you want to have breakfast?" Zhang Yu said with a smile.

"I've already eaten milk and bread," the old man said.

He walked out of the yard directly. Even though he was holding a cane, his legs and feet were very nimble.

Zhang Yu watched him leave, intending to follow him, but after all, he was an outsider, and it was inappropriate to follow him openly.

Wen Qiong and Xiaoxia also came down now. They all had breakfast together, and Zhang Yu proposed to go up the mountain again.

The three of them went up the mountain together. This time, Zhang Yu did not go to the cemetery, but went in the direction of the vegetable field.

Along the way, they found nothing. At the place where Pan Ming was bitten yesterday, they stopped for a moment, discussed it, and then continued upward.

After walking a little further up, there are no vegetable fields, and it is no different from an ordinary mountain.

There was a dense forest in front of them. The three of them walked in together. Xiaoxia put her hand in her arms. She didn't know whether she was holding a gun or a knife.

After walking through the woods, they saw a cave. Zhang Yu was about to suggest going in and taking a look, but he saw a man walking out of it. It was the old man.

The old man also saw the three of them, and couldn't help but be a little surprised, and immediately asked: "Why did you come here?"

"The air in the city is not good, so I'm thinking of going up the mountain to breathe fresh air." Wen Qiong said directly.

"Oh. Then you continue walking, and I'll go down the mountain for a walk." The old man said and walked over.

Zhang Yu immediately discovered that the old man was holding a cane on his right hand and a bamboo pipe on his left hand.

He had met the old man in the morning and didn't see anything in the old man's hand. Why was there suddenly an extra bamboo pipe?

Looking at the bamboo pipe, it was considered exquisite. Zhang Yu deliberately asked: "Uncle, what is this bamboo pipe used for?"

"What does it have to do with you?" the old man asked.

Zhang Yu could only laugh dryly, and then said: "Well, there are biting things on this mountain. How dangerous is it for you to go up the mountain yourself? Didn't you say yesterday that you would mobilize the villagers to come together?"

"You seem to have a lot of questions. This is a matter for our Panjia Village. What does it have to do with you?" the old man said coldly.

Without stopping, he continued down the mountain and passed by Zhang Yu and the other three.

It can be seen that the old man's temper is not very good, and his face full of vicissitudes of life also has a sense of majesty.

Zhang Yu hit a snag again. He couldn't help scratching his head and wondering in his mind, did the old man take some gunpowder this morning? He had such a bad temper.

When the old man entered the woods and saw no shadow, Zhang Yu looked at Wen Qiong and said, "Auntie, what did this old man do before? He seems to have a very bad temper."

"He is my husband's eldest uncle and the former head of the Pan family. His name is Pan Chonghai. I think back then, he was very famous in the business world, but later he retreated." Wen Qiong said.

"Why did he retire so well? I think he is very energetic?" Zhang Yu asked curiously.

"His son accidentally fell down and died that year, his daughter-in-law later became seriously ill and died, and even his only grandson contracted sepsis. This hit him hard, so he simply retired and returned to the countryside early to retire." Wen Qiong said.

"So that's it. No wonder his temper has become so weird." Zhang Yu nodded.

It would be difficult for anyone else to bear such a series of blows to a person.