Chapter 221 The blockbuster of Huang Tingju!

"Old man, have you really not seen a stranger come? If you lie, the consequences are beyond your old bones!"

"No,"

"Did you hear anything last night?"

"No,"

"Bullshit! I asked someone else and said that there was a movement in your family last night, old man, if..."

There were several young figures standing outside the door. At this time, when one of them was interrogating the old man with his face, the old man's grandson boy ran out of the house, stood behind the old man, and held his head high and said angrily, "My grandfather said no, no. There is something wrong with your ears. Why are you yelling at my grandfather?"

At this time, he was suddenly preached by a teenage child, and they were all stunned. The leading young man suddenly smiled on his arrogant face. Suddenly, he took out a shotgun from his back and chased the child. Even the few people behind him were stunned. The child looked at the exquisite hunting that he was destined to be unable to touch all his life. The gun blinked its eyes and felt a little similar to the local guns in the village. The eyes looking at the latter were full of curiosity. Looking at the child's clear eyes, they were stunned. The old man narrowed his eyes, hump his back and looked at the young man opposite him and said, "No,"

"Oh, old man, believe it or not, I'll break your grandson's leg now! Don't fucking mention to me about calling the police. The police won't be able to come for a while. Even if they come, they don't dare to do anything to me. Our identity is not what you can imagine!" The young man is about to be angry about this old man's stubbornness. Now everyone dares to fight with them! Previously, they met a hooligan who dared to rush with them in the dense forest. At this time, there were two more farmers!

The old man looked at one of the white-skinned women standing behind several people. He had been looking at their young people with a pair of ambiguous eyes and a smile. His face was tense. At this time, the face, which had been carved over time, was more profound and clear. He said, "I really haven't seen it. Believe it or not, such as If you dare to touch my grandson, I won't call the police, because that thing is useless in our area, but the old and young in our village will trap you here alive. Do you believe it?

Listening to the old man's words, they were stunned. At this time, the young man was completely forced to aim at the child's thigh. The child subconsciously retreated behind the old man. The young man twisted his head and shouted, "The old man, I'll count three with you. You can do it, and I don't believe it! One...two..."

Just when the young man was about to shout three, Linghu Heng patted the young man on the shoulder with a smile and said, "Forget it, Zehua and Zhendong are too seriously injured now. Let's rush to the nearest hospital in the town as soon as possible,"

Hearing Ling Huheng's words, the young man reluctantly put down his shotgun and pointed to the old man and the child fiercely in the air with his hand. Then he carried a man who was covered with blood and breathed weakly beside him and walked out of the village. At this time, there were several tractors in the village that were better for these villagers than the ones they drove. A car that is more pleasing to the eye!

Looking at several people until they drove away, the old man closed the door, walked back to the courtyard, bent his hands, and was about to go back to the house. The door at the far end of the room suddenly opened. Mu Fan came out and looked at the old man and the child calmly, "What if they shoot? In fact, it doesn't matter to talk about us, at least it will be okay for the time being!"

"What are these people? I've seen people who are more arrogant than him. Last time I came to a group of people, they were much better than them. They directly took the big gun and worked with the patrolmen. Later, they won. That's awesome, but the boss is not bad. He won't be like those just now. The young child will only shout at us, "At this time, the little boy wiped his nose and spoke with his head held high with disdain on his face.

Hearing the boy's words, Mu Fan's face was tense. At this time, the old man said, "In recent years, we have not been peaceful here. We are either poaching or smuggled, but nothing big has happened. The main reason is that there is a person who has been protecting us poor people. Although that person is not from the Northeast, everyone here likes him very much. Just like you, people who dare to drink with me have dated several times, and I know that some people are not terrible, especially barking dogs!"

Mu Fan nodded and began to be a little curious about the person in the old man's mouth who could make these people who had only lived in this poor mountains and rivers all their lives so bold, and then he was silent.

In the morning, Mu Fan and Li Chenxi ate a simple meal with their family again. For those who were used to eating food in the city, they suddenly ate their own pickled bacon and pickles in the countryside with relish, which suddenly made the old man's family have a good impression on Mu Fan and Li Chenxi!

After dinner, Mu Fan squatted in the yard to smoke and chat with the old man, while Li Chenxi came into the old man's daughter-in-law's room and combed his hair the size of a palm mirror. The woman next to him also took a card and gave it to Li Chenxi. Seeing that the black one was the hair card made by the wire, Li Chenxi was stunned for a moment. Without waiting for the woman to be embarrassed, she couldn't put it down and put it on the mirror with a proud face, which made the woman smile.

At this time, the middle-aged man who went out early in the morning came back from the outside, and there was something like dead grass wrapped in the root with wet soil in his hand.

"Dad, Huang-ju in the village committee courtyard died last night. The village head asked me to show you what's going on."

The middle-aged man walked to the old man and Mu Fan, nodded simply to Mu Fan, and handed over the things in his hand to the old man. The old man took it and smelled it. He pinched the soil and looked at it. He sighed, "The soil is not good. Tell the village head and ask him to send someone to pick up the ignition stone from the black duck crater. This thing can't be separated from the smell. You can't live if you leave..."

The middle-aged man made a sound and then left with the dead grass-like thing. When the old man turned around and was about to continue chatting with Mu Fan, he suddenly saw Mu Fan's mouth **, with a dull face.

"Kid, what's wrong? Do you have diarrhea? The old man laughed;

Mu Fan blushed and looked at the old man and asked, "What's the name of what your son just took?"

"Oh, that thing, we all call her Huang-Ju. Why have you heard of this?"

"Is that a plant that lives in the crater all year round? The branches are blue, there are no leaves, only yellow flowers the size of thumb nails from the branches?"

The old man was stunned, knocked on the smoke gun on his arm and said, "That's right. How do you know this thing? I heard from my father that this thing is very delicate. It is said that a folk girl fell in love with the Vulcan. Later, she was punished by God, which turned her into an ugly **-like plant that can only grow in the crater. And every once in a while, there is a volcanic eruption, allowing the fire of the Vulcan to burn it to death, but It still likes the V of Fire God. It would rather be burned to death by his fire than leave the Jedi that can feel the breath of the V of V of God at all times. It won't take long to wither to death..."

Mu Fan suddenly smiled inexplicably, and his eyes were confused, "So people generally call this plant a moth chrysanthemum, just like a moth, stubborn but not humble!"

The old man looked at Mu Fan curiously and said with a smile, "Kid, there should be no such thing outside. How did you hear about this thing?"

Mu Fan said with a gloomy face and a wry smile; "I heard an old man who has been here talk about it. This kind of thing is recorded in books. It is called Huang Tingju, which is a very rare vanilla. I didn't expect to have this thing in your village."

Wither waiting for the old man to speak, Mu Fan looked at the old man seriously and said, "Sir, one of the purposes of my coming here this time is to find Huang Tingju. I have something very important to use. Can you tell me where the crater of this plant grows nearby?"

Looking at Mu Fan's sincere face, the old man hesitated for a long time and suddenly smiled and said, "This kind of thing is strange outside, but in our village, we just use them as gods, so there are many, if you really want it, I can talk to our village head,"

"Really?" Mu Fan was surprised;

"Hahaha, come with me, but you'd better prepare some money, otherwise I can't explain it to the village. After all, this thing is the patron saint here," the old man smiled; Mu Fan just nodded behind him.

The old man took Mu Fan to the largest tile house in the village, saying that it was the place where the village chief lived, but except for the height of the house, it was not as big as the old man's yard. When the old man took Mu Fan to the village head's yard, he walked to the corner of the courtyard wall. The old man pointed to the corner of the wall and said, "It's all here,"

At this time, the corners of Mu Fan's mouth**, his face is ruddy, and his heart is churning,

"Fuck! Is this still Huang Tingju, who only blooms once in a few years as mentioned in the book? Isn't it already very little?"

Mu Fan stared at the flower garden of more than ten square meters surrounded by fences by the courtyard wall. Except for a small number of withering, a yellow orange and orange stung Mu Fan's eyes!