My Wife Has Been Blackened

They were eating when the village chief came over.

Bai Yi's face was stinky, and he was so poor that he only had money left. I finally found an excuse to talk to Zhou Yanspeech, but I met a cunning person who wanted to help me.

I'm afraid God is not against me! !

The man in white clothes leaned against the door frame with a stern face. Looking at the nest of rabbits brought back by Zhou Yanci, the fish brought back by Sanbao, and the mushrooms picked by Xie Daiqi, his face was still ugly and tight.

He had suspected that God was targeting him for several lifetimes! ! ! Bai Yi is a little unhappy!

When the village chief came over, he saw him staring at him like a creditor.

"Um, um, I'm sorry, can you give me a way?" the village chief asked while yawning as he rubbed his hands.

Bai Yi glanced at him sideways, how dare you yell at me? Just as he was about to look away, he heard Zhou Yanci shout, "Come in quickly, it's cold outside."

Bai Yi silently stepped back and lowered his head to let the village chief in. There was no anger at all.

"Sorry to bother you." The village chief rubbed his hands in embarrassment and saw that there were mushrooms tumbling in the pot in front of Zhou Yanci and the others, and they were eating better than they had during the Chinese New Year.

"I want to ask, is everything written in this book true? Is this pigweed really so valuable?" The village chief pointed at the book and opened it for Zhou Yanci to read.

Zhou Yanci glanced at Sanbao. No wonder she brought a lot of extremely unorthodox books before coming.

"Well, it's priceless." Zhou Yanci pursed his lips.

No outsiders enter here all year round, only people are constantly lost, but no one knows what kind of treasure mountain they have.

The village chief chatted in the ancestral hall for most of the night. Early the next morning, the rain stopped and everyone was awakened by a burst of crying.

"Mom, where have you been? Mom, you promised not to leave. Mom, I want my mother, I want my mother." A two-year-old boy ran barefoot on a muddy road and fell. Get up again, fall down and get up again.

There was rain and tears on her little face, and her voice was hoarse from crying.

The village opened its doors one after another. They frowned when they saw the skinny kid.

"Uncle Wang, have you seen my mother?"

"Grandpa Zhou, have you seen my mother?"

"Grandpa, village chief, is my mother lost? Can you help me look for her?" The little boy's immature voice sounded slightly panicked. The little face was no bigger than a fist, and the eyes were as black and bright as black marble.

When the village chief came over in his clothes, he saw the pitiful little boy looking helpless.

"Oh, how pitiful, how pitiful, that crazy woman must have run away secretly in the middle of the night. It's a pity that this kid is so old, he doesn't have to starve to death." Someone secretly commented but did not come forward. Raising a child is not that simple.

When Zhou Yanci and his group came out, they saw the child standing alone on the road.

"That crazy woman wanted to run away a long time ago, but she heard that rich people came to sponsor her children during this period. She was attracted by the sponsorship money. She only stayed for a few more days, and she must have seen the old man in the village refuse last night. Funding, and then ran away in anger." Someone explained.

This woman originally came from outside, but later married a fool in the village.

Not long after giving birth to the child, the fool fell into the river and drowned.

Everyone watched the child running around the village barefoot, asking for his mother from door to door, their eyes getting darker and darker. The dirty little face became more and more silent, with no smile left.

Dabao looked at it, silently took off his shoes and the thick down on his body and ran over, "Brother, here you go." He grabbed the child's hand and put the clothes on. However, Dabao was a little fat and the clothes were a bit empty. Erbao took them out when he saw them. He tied his belt around his waist.

The village suddenly fell silent.

There is financial support, but I am afraid that the children will fly away. This place has become a dead city and a ghost town.

Without funding, I can't survive now.

Dabao looked at it and pulled the little one's hand again. It was surprisingly cold.

"I'll look for him with you." Dabao patted his chest, put on his clothes again, and pulled his little brother to go door to door in the village.

I searched the whole village but couldn't find anyone. The little one had a straight face and never smiled again.

Standing at the end of the village, the little boy looked towards the entrance of the village.

"My mother ran away." The voice was still milky, but the tone was extremely sure.

"Well, if not, don't worry." Dabao scratched his head and didn't know how to persuade him. This child looked so thin, smaller than himself.

"Think of something good, what if he dies?" Erbao heard what the villagers said and knew that his mother always stole the things that others donated to the baby. The little brother was so hungry that he fainted several times.

The little one glanced at her.

"Don't be sad. We have food there. I'll give you my food. I'll make sure you eat well." Dabao felt that he was sad and quickly spoke to comfort him.

The little one looked at him leisurely and sighed. I don’t know why, but the honest and honest Dabao suddenly felt that look was a bit strange.

The little boy followed Dabao back to the ancestral hall.

None of the children in the ancestral hall went to school. They were all squatting, sitting and standing there, all silent.

The village chief also brought several respected old people over.

"There are a total of 130 households in our village. It is a big village. Since three hundred years ago, people in our village have settled here for generations. From generation to generation, there are more and more people." The old man on crutches wiped the corners of his eyes and said.

"There are constant wars outside, but our place is peaceful and peaceful. No matter how many people want to come to our village, they can't find their way." At that time, they were all proud of this village.

Later, the new generation prospered and the outside changed rapidly, but the village remained the same as it did three hundred years ago.

"Now there are 130 households in our village. There are more than 300 elderly people, 48 people under the age of 16. There are only 72 young adults. In the past ten years, hundreds of people left the village and never came back. Most of them are mothers.”

When the old man talked about it, many children wiped away tears. There was a faint sound of crying.

Dabao pulled the little one and whispered, "If you want to call me mom, you can call me mom." As soon as Dabao finished speaking, he saw the little one looking at him in shock.

Then he sighed and realized, "What I said is, call my mother mom."

Only then did the little boy look up at him and then at Zhou Yanci.

Pregnant Zhou Yanyan is full of maternal glory, and she is a beautiful mother at first glance.

The little one suddenly laughed.

"So our village decided to ask you to help us, just treat it like a dead horse and a living horse doctor." Transforming an isolated village is a huge project.

What a sight it would be to make people reluctant to leave their homeland.

"We want to hand over this right to you." The person in charge of the village looked at Zhou Yanci and his wife.

Haha, Bai Yi, the rich man who contributed money and effort, sneered silently.

I know that God doesn’t like me!