Metropolis: I Can Modify The Production Date Of Everything!

The director of the scenic spot smiled awkwardly, nodded and said: "That's true, the glacier scenic spot is still in a state of development, and some facilities are indeed not perfect enough.

After speaking, the director of the scenic spot added: "But we will raise funds as soon as possible to improve these facilities."

"Well" Lin Xuan looked at the director of the scenic spot and said, "Then I will donate two million first. It can be considered as a contribution to the development of Tibetan areas."

The director of the scenic spot brightened up and thanked him quickly: "Thank you, Mr. Lin!"

"I will go to the scenic spot office to find you tomorrow. Now we are going to go look elsewhere." Lin Xuan said to the scenic spot director: "Then we will leave first."

The director of the scenic spot smiled and nodded as he watched Lin Xuan and others leave.

After getting rid of the scenic spot director, everyone came to Laigu Village under the leadership of Lao Ding.

It was the first time this season that so many people came to the ancient village. Everyone looked at Lin Xuan and the others curiously, and the younger people even came up to say hello with a smile.

"You're here for a trip? Why don't you come in for a meal?"

Lin Xuan and other 27 people smiled and shook their heads and said, "Let's take a look inside again."

The young man didn't hold back. He smiled and watched Lin Xuan and others walk away, and then told his family the destination of Lin Xuan and others in Tibetan.

Everyone was not walking very fast. Wang Ruoya looked around and said: "The Tibetan style here is very obvious, and there is almost no influence from modern style.'

"Yeah," Lin Xuan nodded and said, "A half-agricultural, half-pastoral living structure is rare."

"Then do you think there will be treasures in a place like this?" Zhou Qingquan suddenly asked: "Don't books and TV shows say that a remote village like this will definitely be guarding some treasures?"

Lin Xuan said with a smile: "The other is to avoid the war."

"The key point is the treasure," Zhao Xiaoou said, "Lin Xuan, tell me if there is one here."

"Not sure," Lin Xuan shook his head and said, "There are so many changes in the world."

"Besides, I'm not an archaeologist, how can I see this in it?" Lin Xuan picked up the snow fox cub from Zhou Qingquan's pocket and continued: "I don't know where the more lonely owner is. .”

"Should we ask each family?" Zhou Yanyan suggested.

"This is not good. It will expose the fact that someone secretly raised snow foxes," Su Nichang shook her head and said, "At most, you can ask when you get to the deepest point."

Zhou Yanyan nodded and said, "This is the only way."

Following the ancient trading road, Lin Xuan and others came to the deepest part of Laigu Village.

Ma Siqi sneezed in the cold wind, and then Miao Jiajia said: "Is this the last one?"

Lao Ding nodded and said: "This is the last one, shall we go in and ask?"

Lin Xuan looked at the faint footprints on the path in the forest under the ancient road and said, "Then go and ask.

A group of people parked in front of their house, anyone with eyesight can basically see it.

So before Lao Ding could knock on the door, the owner of the room walked out.

"Coming for a trip? The wind has picked up. Come in and have a sip of butter tea." The middle-aged owner of the house greeted him in awkward Chinese.

"Excuse me." Lao Ding opened the door and asked with a smile, "Brother, are there any homes further into this village?"

The owner of the house looked at Lin Xuan and the others while pouring tea, and after a while he said: "No, I am the last one."

Lao Ding glanced at Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan shook his head slightly, and then said to the owner of the house in Tibetan: "I saw some footprints in the forest. Were they left by you when you went to chop firewood?"

"Why are you asking?" the owner of the house asked with some vigilance: "Now the official does not allow cutting down trees, we just pick up some fallen branches."

"No, just a casual question." Lin Xuan said, his ears twitched slightly, and he glanced outside the room. Then he lowered his head and took a sip of the hot butter tea, and said with a smile: "I feel much warmer after drinking butter tea." "

"The weather has been recurring recently, and you people from the city can't bear it. After the owner of the house finished speaking, he asked again: "Would you like to stay for a meal? It depends on the weather. There will be a strong wind coming later. "

Lin Xuan translated the words of the owner of the house in Chinese, "The owner of the house said that there will be strong winds later and asked us to stay for a meal. Do you want to stay?"

The warmth in the room was in sharp contrast to the cold outside, and everyone nodded in agreement.

Lin Xuan then said to the owner of the house: "Sorry to trouble you, there are ten of us, we may have more to eat."

Then Lin Xuan showed the snow fox cub to the owner of the house and said, "Can you prepare food for this little thing?"

"Snow fox?!" The owner of the house looked at the snow fox cubs in surprise and asked, "Where did you come from?"

Lin Xuan explained: "While enjoying the scenery over the glacier, it fell on the thin ice of the glacier, and we rescued it."

The owner of the house's eyes flashed and he said to Lin Xuan: "I'm going to ask the woman at home to start preparing meals. They are all daily dishes. Can you respond?"

"As for the snow fox..." The owner of the house hesitated and said, "Since the moon is still young, I'm going to make some fresh milk."

Lin Xuan nodded and said, "I'll trouble you."

After the owner of the house went out, Zhou Yanyan quickly asked: "Have you asked?"

Lin Xuan said: “The owner said they were the last family.

"But I saw some defensiveness in his eyes [Wang Ruoya frowned and said: "There should be something hidden.

"Indeed," Lin Xuan nodded and said, "There should be one or almost another family living here, and they are very familiar with the owner of the house."

"Really?" Zhou Qingquan looked out in surprise, 587 said: "How remote is that!"

"I think we'd better not ask more questions about the reason," Su Nichang said with a slight frown: "If it arouses the rebellious mentality of the people in the village, we will be in great danger."

"That's right," Lin Xuan looked at everyone and said, "Just pretend you don't know about this matter. Besides, someone will come down from the mountain soon."

"How do you know?" Zhao Xiaoou asked and suddenly realized, looked at Lin Xuan and asked: "Did you hear the sound?"

Lin Xuan nodded slightly.

Zhao Xiaoou gave a thumbs up and said: "Niubi!"

So while everyone was waiting eagerly, a subtle call came to their ears along the wind.

Then they saw a small figure appear at the door of the owner's house.

He was wearing typical Tibetan clothing and carried what appeared to be a shotgun on his back.

He looked very anxious, but the moment he called the owner of the house, he felt that there was a lot more breathing in the house.

His eyes instantly looked at the house where Lin Xuan and the others were, and finally he pursed his lips and opened the door, and went to find the owner of the house in another room.

A slightly lower sound of conversation came from another room.

Because it was in Tibetan, everyone couldn't understand what they said, so they quietly asked Lin Xuan: "Lin Xuan, what are they talking about?"

Lin Xuan smiled and touched the head of the snow fox cub and said, "The master of the snow fox is here."