"No! How come, really, you remind me of my grandfather... In my grandfather's eyes, I am the best... even in the kind of mixed eating and waiting to die, when people are annoying, grandpa Also loves me..."

Ling Luoyu felt a little pain in her heart. She hadn't seen her grandfather for a long time, and the old man probably thought about her crazy.

And dad, I don't know how his situation is! !

"You're still annoying!?!" Old Yang said in disbelief and shook his head: "Really, if I could have a grandson like yours, but also a polite and well-behaved grandson, I don't know how to like it. I can dream. Woke up with laughter..."

They talked and laughed along the way, and entered the village where Old Yang Tou lived.

The villages are built on the hillside, and are mostly bamboo houses, a bit like the stilted buildings of the Miao people.

Old Yangtou lived in Dayangzhai. Most of them belonged to the Yang family. As soon as he entered the village, various greetings came and went one after another.

He laughed and talked with others one by one, parked the carriage at the foot of the mountain and pointed to a bamboo house above.

"That is my home. My son's is still on it. If you are not in a hurry, you can see him at dinner. If you are in a hurry, I can call him down for you now..."

"No, you have been very tired these few days, so you don't have to worry anymore!!"

Ling Luoyu stood up and jumped out of the carriage, but at the same time he noticed something was wrong.

This place is a mountainous area, there is nothing else, it's just a lot of vegetation.

How can there be a shortage of firewood in places with lots of vegetation? ?

Three days ago, she stopped the hitchhiker on the road and came up without much thought.

Thinking about it now, I feel that there is something tricky in this pile of firewood.

However, it didn't matter to her, she pretended not to know, and followed Old Yangtou to the bamboo house above.

When he was halfway down the road, Ling Luoyu found that someone had taken the carriage down the mountain.

"Uncle Yang, your carriage..."

Old Head Yang waved his hand disapprovingly: "It's okay, it's okay, that's someone unloading the firewood... Madam, come out soon, our house is a guest!"

Lao Yang's wife was washing clothes, and when she saw a visitor, she quickly absorbed boiling water and cooked rice.

When it was getting dark, Old Yang head lit the charcoal fire in the fireplace, warming the wine while waiting for his son to come over for dinner.

But waited left and right, when the moon rose, but did not see his son, Old Yang could not help but become anxious.

As soon as I was about to take a look, I heard shouts from outside.

"Father, father, something happened..."

While speaking, a young man hit the door and entered.

He is not very old, about twenty years old, dark and strong, and his eyes have the shrewdness and calculation unique to a businessman.

When he saw Ling Luoyu, he was taken aback for a moment: "This is..."

Lao Yang was too late to introduce him, so he quickly grabbed his son's hand: "Yihe, you can make it clear, what happened?"

Yang Yihe looked at Ling Luoyu with fear, his eyes full of suspicion: "Who is she?"

"Oh, I'm passing by, you guys have to talk beforehand..."

Ling Luoyu exited the house with a smile, and brought the door to the door.

"Yihe, just tell me, what happened?"

"It was our batch of goods that had an accident!!"

"No! I pulled it back just like that according to your request, nothing moved!"

"Three goods, one suffocated..."

"Ah?! What should I do? Is it to deduct our money?"

"If the money is deducted! Can I still be so anxious if the money is deducted only?!" Yang Yihe eagerly lowered his voice: "I'm here to tell you, hurry up and pack up and leave. I can't leave when it's too late!!"