Sick beauty loses horse in thriller game

The dark and thin old man was stunned for a moment, and his eyes fell on Jiang Lai and Niu Lingling who were walking at the front of the team.

"You... where are you from? Why do you look so miserable?" The old man frowned and said, "Have you encountered any difficulties?"

"Uncle, don't mention it! We originally wanted to come to our Pingguling Village to teach. Unexpectedly, we encountered a heavy rainstorm on the road. The bus overturned and many people died. We finally found the village." Jiang Lai said.

"Yeah, yeah." Niu Lingling looked pitiful and kept nodding beside Jiang Lai.

"Oh, so that's how it is." The old man nodded, "Then come with me. I'll take you to see the village chief and see how he wants to arrange for you. The people in the village will definitely help you with whatever problems you encounter."

Jiang Lai and others quickly expressed their gratitude.

They followed the old man who was leading a cow with his hands behind his back, and walked along the small path in the middle of the village.

After entering the village, Li Wei couldn't help but frowned slightly.

She found that the surrounding environment was becoming increasingly desolate.

On both sides of the road, the faint light of candles shone through the dilapidated houses, making it look very mysterious and eerie.

There was a house not far from them, and an old stone slab fell from the roof when the wind blew, hitting the ground with a clear and audible sound.

"Be careful and try to walk in the middle of the road." The old man said, "There are not many young people in the village. Most of them are elderly. Therefore, the houses have been in disrepair for a long time. The stone tiles on the roofs may be blown down by the wind at any time. Stay away from them to avoid being hit."

As the old man was speaking, Jiang Lai and the others heard bursts of low wailing sounds suddenly coming from a window very close to them.

Niu Lingling, who was walking next to Jiang Lai, was startled by the sudden sound and subconsciously let out a scream.

The old man who was walking in front and leading the way slowly turned around, glanced at Niu Lingling, and said soothingly, "Don't be afraid. That's Sister Xiufen...ah, you should call her Grandma Xiufen. She has been paralyzed in bed for many years and has been tortured by the disease. You never know when she will make such a sound."

"Granny Xiufen is so pitiful." Jiang Lai shook his head and sighed, then looked at the old man who led the way and asked, "What's your name?"

"You can call me Uncle Zhuzi." said the old man.

"Uncle Zhuzi!" Jiang Lai called out obediently, looking extremely well-behaved.

"Uncle Zhuzi, you are our elder and you have specially led the way for us. You have really worked hard. Could you please tell us young people who have just arrived about the situation in Pingguling?" Jiang Lai asked.

Just as Uncle Zhuzi was about to speak, he heard another man's voice coming from a small courtyard not far ahead.

"Zhu Zi, who are they?"

Following the voice, Jiang Lai and his companions walked through the open gate and saw a middle-aged man with a black mustache and a dignified appearance. He stood up and asked.

"They said they were students from the city and came to our village to teach." Zhuzi said, "They encountered a rainstorm on the way and the car they were riding in overturned. It was not easy for them to find our village. After hearing about their situation, I immediately brought them to see you."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then nodded and looked at Jiang Lai and others.

"I am the village chief of Pingguling Village. You can call me Uncle Defu."

Jiang Lai and his group of nine people all readily agreed.

The village chief glanced at them and said, "It's getting late today. You can have a simple meal at my house first and tell me about your situation."

After saying this, he shouted towards the slightly more orderly stone house in the yard, "Hey, there are guests at home. Prepare some food to entertain them."

Suddenly, a woman's somewhat tired response came from inside the stone house.

After agreeing, the woman opened the door and walked out, came to the open-air kitchen in the yard, and started cooking.

Perhaps because of years of hard work, women's skin becomes very rough.

Her appearance fully illustrates the idiom "pale and thin".

She was short and thin, wearing an old dress with patches on the shoulders and a coarse cloth apron tied around her waist, whose original color could no longer be seen.

While the village chief's wife was busy cooking, Jiang Lai and his friends told the village chief Tokutomi about their previous experiences.

Originally, we came here to teach under the leadership of the class leader. Unexpectedly, we encountered heavy rain and landslides on the way, which led to a bus accident.

"Everyone who was in the car with us died. Only a few of us are still alive." Jiang Lai said to the village chief, "We also forgot a lot of things because of the car accident."

Having said that, she pulled Niu Lingling in front of the village chief.

"She is the only one among us who has not lost her memory. If you want to know anything, you can ask her."

"Oh, the monitor you're talking about... should be Meili. That child is the only one in our village who goes to school in the city."

As the village chief spoke, he frowned and picked up a big black-looking pipe that had been used for who knows how long and was placed on the stone table in the yard. He put some equally black tobacco in it, lit it, put it to his lips, and started to smoke.

"Alas, such a good and beautiful child... Alas, what a pity..." the village chief kept sighing.

While everyone was talking to the village chief, Jiang Lai was also paying attention to the situation on the village chief's wife's side.

As night fell, under the dim kerosene lamp, in the corner of the open-air kitchen in the yard, a strange aroma was emanating from a tattered iron pot.

The food in the pot seemed to be slowly spoiling, emitting an indescribable smell.

Beside the stove, the village chief's wife, who was dressed simply, was waving an iron spoon, stirring the sticky but fragrant stuff in the pot from time to time.

Under the light of the fire in the stove, the face of the village head's wife was flickering, and there were several times when Jiang Lai even felt dazed and couldn't see clearly.

The village chief's wife had a weather-beaten face, but there was a gleam of light in her eyes.

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