Chapter 7 Layout

"Bear by the way, Grandpa Yuan, you must know who cut down the fruit tree?" He Xiaozhuo's eyes suddenly lit up.

"How do I know?" The old man looked serious.

"Can you calculate? You can figure out that He Dongli was twisted by the big white goose and killed by the big yellow dog. You can definitely figure out who did it!" He Xiaozhuo said affirmatively, but in exchange, the old man shook his head without saying anything.

"Grandpa Yuan, you can calculate it. Look how pitiful the big yellow dog died? How sad is He Dongli crying? Why don't you help him?" He Xiaozhuo shook the old man's arm with his hands.

"Go and play chess," the old man urged He Xiaozhuo to divert He Xiaozhuo's attention.

"No more." He Xiaozhuo turned his head and turned aside.

"What's wrong?" This time, it was the old man's turn to stare and play chess with He Xiaozhuo for so long, and it was the first time to see He Xiaozhuo's character.

"If you don't go down, you won't go down." He Xiaozhuo really lost his temper, "If you don't help others, I won't play chess with you!"

The old man was amused. Looking at He Xiaozhuo's frown, he was more naive and romantic. To be honest, the old man really likes He Xiaozhuo more and more. It's really flawless.

"Stupid boy, what can I do if I figure it out?" The old man picked up the broken banana fan on the ground and shook it gently.

"Can you tell the police after calculating it? Then arrest the bad guys." When He Xiaozhuo saw the door, he immediately turned his face and said in one breath.

"Silly boy, you are usually very smart. What's wrong with you today?" The old man smiled and pointed at He Xiaozhuo's nose with a fan and said, "Do you think the police will believe it?" The police want evidence. Well, do you think you said that the old man Yuanjunshan was done by so-and-so, and the police went to arrest that guy? If you don't accuse me, you will be Amitabha.

"Let's play chess. It's your turn to go!" The old man pointed to the chessboard.

"What should I do?" He Xiaozhuo scratched his head, "Is the big yellow dog so white? Did the fruit tree cut down for nothing?

"What do you want to do?" The old man looked serious.

"Grandpa Yuan, you must have a way. If I don't avenge the big yellow dog, I feel awkward. I'm not in the mood to play chess. You think I'm not in the mood to play chess. Who will play chess with you in the future?

"Little rabbit, did you threaten your Grandpa Yuan?" The old man was almost happy by He Xiaozhuo's reasoning and immediately made a straight face.

"How dare I? Grandpa Yuan, can you help me..." Lao Yuan was shaken by He Xiaozhuo and couldn't sit still.

"Okay, okay, I'll shake your grandpa Yuan away later. There's nothing I can do about you."

"You promised. You promised to help me. Grandpa Yuan is so good. He Xiaozhuo showed a brilliant face.

"Let me ask you, have you finished the homework I left for you?" The old man's words changed.

"It's done," He Xiaozhuo replied loudly. These days, every time the old man wins chess, he will ask him to recite some strange Chinese characters. He vaguely feels that the old man must have a special purpose. Fortunately, learning is what he likes very much, so he read it several times and quickly remembers those things.

"One Kan, two Kun, three earthquakes, four Xun, five dry, six, seven, eight leaves and nine... East Jiayi wood, southern Bingding fire, western Geng Xinjin, northern Ren Guishui, central Wuji soil... Nine-star Peng Rui Chong assisted the bird's heart pillar Ren Ying, and the eight doors opened to rest, which shocked Du Jing..." He Xiaozhuo began to recite fluently.

The old man couldn't help nodding, "Well, it's good. Xiaozhuo, your parents didn't ask you who taught you these strange Chinese characters?

"They don't care. As long as I sit there and study, they don't know what I'm learning?" He Xiaozhuo said that his parents are illiterate. Even if they are not parents, how many people can fully recognize the words taught by the old man in this small mountain village where they have been farming for generations? He Xiaozhuo wanted to say another reason that he didn't want to say, but he swallowed it back.

"Okay, if you ask me to help, then we have to make an appointment in advance."

What agreement? Tell me."

"Only the two of us know about this." The old man said seriously.

"No problem. I promise not to tell anyone." He Xiaozhuo found that since he was taught a lesson by his grandfather that time, there have been more and more secrets in his heart. Perhaps because his parents are only busy quarreling every day, he is used to keeping everything in his heart.

"Then listen to me."

He Xiaozhuo put his ears up...

The fruit tree of He Dongli's family is already tall, and the new fruit tree planted the year before last will bear fruit in another year. Now they are lying on the ground horizontally, and most of them have their heads cut off. The green leaves also began to wither, but the green still stubbornly adheres to the color of life, but it looks much pale, like the symptoms of excessive blood loss. The withering yellow in autumn is a completely different feeling, and more shows a sigh of unfortunate death.

He Xiaozhuo found it here easily. This is a low hill, and the low slope below has been reclaimed into terraces and crops have been planted. The other three sides are fruit trees. Although only one person is more tall, they all stand intact. Most of the fruit trees of He Dongli's family are left with only bare trunks at this moment. Against the background of the surrounding trees and crops, they are like a patchy spot above the head, scattered there pitifully.

After walking around these scarred trees, He Xiaozhuo found the largest tree among them, squatted down and began to dig earth at the roots. The soil is very fertile, which is the result of He Dongli's father's careful service, so He Xiaozhuo quickly dug a small pit. Then he slowly took out something from his arms: it was six copper coins, tied into a T-shaped shape with yellow thread, just like a small hammer. He Xiaozhuo carefully put the "small hammer" into the pit, lowered his head, buried the soil little by little, and finally sprinkled a layer of dry soil on it. Then he got up and looked around him when it was still empty and quietly. After making sure that he would not be seen, he left quietly.