The master of metaphysics became rich after going down the mountain

Le Ning slowly peeled the orange petals in his hands, starting from the most beautiful ones.

Seeing Wang Xihe's worried look, and thinking that Wang Xihe is also half a public official, it is inevitable that he should be more concerned, so he explained to him,

"Don't worry, they have a sense of proportion, and they won't kill anyone." After all, he set a prohibition on Lu Xian not to commit murder.

Of course, he set up this restriction not for those rotten people who cry behind bars, but for Lu Xian.

The killing of the soul and the body is especially detrimental to the Yin virtues. It is not worth the loss of the Yin virtues for those rotten people. If you have nothing to do, go visit them and chat with them at night.

After chatting for a while, Le Ning showed off a few more oranges. There was still more than half of the way to go, so he couldn't help yawning.

"Sleepy?"

A yawn made his eyes dim with tears, so Le Ning looked at Mr. Wen through his teary eyes, and said "Mmm", looking a little aggrieved.

Facing those pitiful eyes, Wen Xingzhi's heart ached, he turned his body sideways, changed into a more reliable posture, and put Le Ning's head on his shoulder,

"Take a nap when you're tired."

Le Ning, who never knew how to write the word polite, let alone shy in front of his good-looking boyfriend, rubbed a few times, pulled the scarf, covered his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

All the way across the province is a high-speed highway, the road is flat, and Mr. Wen is beside him. It stands to reason that he should sleep very well, but for some reason, he is dreaming over and over again.

The dream was full of white mist, no matter how far he ran, he was surrounded by white mist.

He was tired from running and couldn't run anymore. He stood in place and looked down at his feet. There was also white mist under his feet, but this white mist was flowing, like water.

After stepping his feet, the fog was actually pushed away. The moment the fog dispersed, the ghosts below surged, screaming in groups, and rushed towards him.

"what!"

Le Ning was startled and sat up suddenly.

"Have a nightmare?"

A gentle voice came from his ear, Le Ning was stunned for a long time, then turned his head with a pale face, and met Mr. Shang Wen's gentle and worried eyes.

"Um……"

Seeing the child's dull expression, Wen Xing straightened his sleepy hair, "What kind of dream scares you like this."

Le Ning opened his mouth with a dry voice, and when the words came to his lips, he was about to speak, but suddenly couldn't remember any details.

He vaguely felt that the dream was not simple, but no matter how hard he tried to recall it, he couldn't remember any details, as if some invisible force had covered them up.

And as I tried to remember, I didn't remember much, but my back slowly became hot.

Sensing the heat on his back, Le Ning touched it with his backhand, just touching the faintly hot spine.

Who's spine will be hot casually?

He was wondering, and vaguely caught some clues, when he was suddenly brought back to his senses by a loud knock on the door.

"Fuck, what a shitty place this is!" Song Bai slammed into the car, clasped his hands, and was so angry that he looked like he wanted to piss himself off.

Le Ning's thoughts were disturbed by this blow, and he couldn't even think about it.

After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't catch the inspiration, so he simply gave up and patted the back of the seat in front, "What's the situation?"

Song Bai turned around, "What the hell..."

In the middle of the conversation, when he caught sight of Mr. Wen's eyes quietly shifting to the side, Song Bai swallowed his saliva, and changed his words in a more polite way.

"According to the map, Li'an is not far from here, but there are small roads everywhere around here. We couldn't find the direction and wanted to ask people, but all these people spoke in tongues. When I said dog, he said duck. I said driving cattle and he said catching chickens, they couldn’t communicate at all.”

Listening to Song Bai's complaint, Le Ning looked out the window, and now they had arrived at a village market.

It is said to be a market, but in fact it means that there are more houses, few people come and go, and everyone is busy with their own things.

Wang Xihe was standing in front of a low shop, gesturing and communicating with the owner. People around him looked at Wang Xihe as if they were looking at a western scene.

Obviously this communication is not smooth, let alone asking for directions, it is good that the villagers don't treat them like monkeys.

Le Ning looked at it for a while, turned around and took out the luggage in the back seat, took out something and put it in his pocket, and signaled to Wen Xingzhi, "Do you want to get out of the car and have a look."

"Okay." Mr. Wen nodded, and the two opened the door and got out of the car.

Song Bai watched from behind, held back for a long time in disbelief, and then jumped out of the car.

When he got closer, he could only hear Wang Xihe trying to slow down his speech, uttering one word at a time.

"Li'an, brother, we want to ask Li'an how to get there?"

The owner of the store is also a middle-aged man. He gestured to his ears and waved his hands for a while, as if he didn't understand the meaning.

Le Ning took a step forward, pulled away Wang Xihe who was scratching his ears and cheeks in pain, put it on the old table in front of the store, and put a stack of hundred yuan bills on the table.

The indifferent shopkeeper raised his head instantly, met Le Ning's eyes for a moment, and then looked at the stack of big bills.

Le Ning didn't need to say more, he immediately shouted a few words in dialect to the storefront behind.

After a while, a half-grown young man ran out from behind, who seemed to be still in school.

Le Ning turned to the young man, "Do you know how to get to Li'an?"

The young man looked at him dumbly.

Le Ning took out another stack of big bills and stacked them on top of the previous stack. The young man's eyes lit up instantly, he nodded repeatedly, and even changed his Mandarin thoughtfully.

"Know...know!"

Although he stutters and has a strong accent, at least he can communicate.

Wen Xingzhi looked at Le Ning's operations, and thought of what the kid said about cats swallowing gold, and then looked at the person who tapped four fingers on the money stack in turn.

To say that cats are gold-swallowing beasts is actually not saving me much.

Le Ning communicated with the young man and got the general direction to Li'an, but the mountain road is winding, and it is easy to find the way. If you get lost in the mountain, and there is no one who can speak the local dialect, it will be really troublesome.

After thinking about it, he simply invited the young man to accompany them to Li'an.

Seeing the young man's hesitation, he added another wad of big bills.

Throwing down three stacks of hundred-yuan bills, even a ghost can make trouble, let alone a half-child who runs a small business at home.

Soon, the young man wrapped himself in heavy clothes and followed them into the car.

Until he got in the car, Song Bai was still shocked by the situation, and he stared at Le Ning with puffy eyes in disbelief.

Le Ning straightened his clothes and sat down with Mr. Wen. Seeing Song Bai staring at him, he raised his eyebrows, "What's the matter?"

"No..." Song Bai turned around, thought for a long time and then turned back, with a puzzled expression on his face,

"Are you the rich second generation or am I the rich second generation?"

Le Ning planed an orange and distributed it to the young man in the back row, then glanced at Song Bai,

"Haven't you heard a saying that when it is difficult to communicate, RMB is the best communication language."

Song Bai: ...

Wang Xihe, who had tried to communicate with the owner for half an hour and returned without success, felt the same way, nodding repeatedly as he started the car.

"Whoever said this is simply the mantra of a saint."

The young man introduced himself as Xu Long, holding an orange in his arms for a long while, and waited for Le Ning to stop talking before asking in stumbling Mandarin,

"You... what are you doing in Li'an?" There was some reluctance and avoidance in his expression.

Song Bai usually looks up to the sky, but when it comes to children, he is quite polite.

"Why, is Li'an okay?"

Xu Long hesitated, "To go there, you have to pass through Wangjiagou. I heard that the people over there beat people by nature, and Li'an... I heard that they are all outside for business..."

"Business?" Le Ning repeated, "What kind of business?"

It's a pity that Xu Long refused to ask again.

Le Ning and Wen Xingzhi looked at each other, and they both saw the caution in each other's eyes.

Wang Xihe turned the steering wheel and followed Xu Long's direction to drive up the potholed path. Hearing this, he sighed with a smile.

"It seems that the road is going to be uneven."

The author says:

感谢在2022-09-1623:52:11-2022-09-1801:37:49期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: xf-l9 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!