At the entrance of the village, an old stone tablet stands, with the traditional Chinese characters engraved with the name of the village.

Yabatun.

Feng Liang narrowed his eyes and could probably guess the origin of this name.

The three of them were standing at the entrance to the south of the village. The higher the north, the higher the terrain. After dozens of small courtyards that looked exactly the same, there was a mountain range that could not be seen today.

Is it a mountain range that produces mutes?

Around her, the glasses were still fighting against the face-hugger on her arm, holding a stick picked up from somewhere in her hand, trying to pry the airtight arthropods of the face-hugger.

"Uncle, you can save money!" The fat man next to him advised him kindly, "I'll make Jie Scorpion Ba Huzi angry, I'll bite you again!"

The glasses glared at him and half-angry, saying dissatisfied at the fat man: "Who is your kid, who's the uncle?! It's only thirty-nine!"

"Okay, yes, old brother, I'm wrong!" The fat man smiled and shook his head, looked at Feng Liang, and said, "I shook my brother, you have been watching for a long time and you can see what's the thing?"

Bitering the cigarette, Feng Liang handed the fat man one, and what he got was the fat man's repeated waves. Feng Liang shrugged and said lightly: "I didn't see anything. I was just a little puzzled. This village looks a bit too old."

Upon hearing this, the other two were stunned and looked into the village at the foot of the mountain.

There are several electric poles in the village, but there are no street lights. From the current location of the three people, you can basically see all the villages at a glance. In 9012, there was no solar water heater installed on the roof of a family, and there was no air conditioner.

"This..." The glasses' uncle frowned, stopped to pry the hand of the face-cuckling bug, and murmured: "Why didn't the ten full coverages cover this place? How much money is the village committee greedy..."

Feng Liang shook his head, said nothing, and walked into the village.

In the morning sun, the three of them walked quickly along the dirt road.

There were more and more houses on both sides of the road, but there was no one in sight.

"Have you all gone to the fields to work?" the fat man asked in surprise.

No one can answer him.

"I'll shit, two!" The fat man stopped and asked, "Where are we going?"

"Go to the village committee first!" The glasses' uncle was carrying his hands behind his back, and suddenly he felt more confident. "Following the landform, maybe this is in Hanzhong. If you look for the village committee, you can do things more conveniently!"

Feng Liang smiled and did not express his opinion - in his opinion, it is not certain whether this place is the earth or not, nor is it likely that there will be social organizations similar to the Celestial Empire. What if this country implements a constitutional monarchy and uses the emperor to command the princes?

But it is also good to visit the local authority first. Maybe you can get a lot of information.

At this time, the dirt road under the feet of the three of them was the main road in the village, with narrow alleys on both sides. I think the village committee would not be in some places.

Everyone walked north along the dirt road. On the way, Feng Liang noticed that there was no motor vehicle in the village, and even the main labor tractor in the countryside could not be seen.

There are no traces of wild cats and stray dogs in the road and alleys, and there is no bird on the telephone pole.

Deadly silence makes people creepy.

"Clang—Clang—Clang—Clang—”

The sound of a dull ringing bell suddenly came not far away. The three of them looked at each other and quickly walked towards the place where the sound came.

"Generally speaking, ringing the bell in the village means a large-scale gathering even for all villagers." The glasses said, judging from his sure appearance, he probably had some experience in working at the grassroots level.

Feng Liang didn't say anything, and looked at both sides of the road - every household was closed, and there was no sign of any family going out for a gathering.

Then who did the bell ring?

The three of them continued walking. The place where the bell came was not far away, and several people arrived quickly.

At the end of the dirt road, there is a large small square. The ground is covered with bluestone bricks, which is incompatible with the dirt road. There are several tall poplar trees on both sides of the square, and behind the square is a relatively grand yard.

There is no sign of the village committee at the entrance of the courtyard, but an old wooden plaque is hung on the gate.

Confucius Temple.

Feng Liang raised his eyebrows and looked at the buildings in the yard - no matter how you look, it doesn't look like a temple dedicated to saints.

On the east side of the square, next to a poplar tree, a tall wooden pole was erected, and a bronze bell was hung at the top. Under the pole, there was an old man who described the old, ringing the bell slowly.

Finally I saw a living person.

"Membersman!" The glasses' uncle was the most excited. He walked forward in two steps and greeted the old man enthusiastically, "Hello Hello!"

Stopped the hand that shook Zhong Rong's hand, the old man turned his head and looked at the three of them.

The old man's face was covered with wrinkles and age spots. His teeth had fallen out and he didn't wear dentures. His lips were curled up together with shriveled eyes. His eyes were confused and turbid, and he narrowed slightly, as if the years had taken away the spirit and vision.

"Old comrade!" Walking to the old man, the glasses took the initiative to hold the old man's callous hand and asked enthusiastically: "I am a cadre from the province! Where is our village?"

Feng Liang and the fat man couldn't help but become nervous and quietly waited for the old man's answer.

After a while of silence, the old man spoke slowly, his voice hoarsely, exuding a decadent smell: "...Muscle...Tun..."

His speech is similar to Mandarin, but with a strange accent, unlike anything Feng Liang has ever heard of.

The glasses uncle was a little anxious and asked: "I know our village is called Yabatun! I asked, which province, city, district, county, and street and town we are in?"

The old man opened his mouth and stared at the uncle in glasses. After a while, he shook his head silently.

The uncle was anxious, shook the old man's hand, and urged excitedly: "You said it! Don't you know which one you are in? Don't you watch the news broadcast? Could it be--"

A hand suddenly stopped him, Feng Liang pulled the uncle away, signaled the other party to calm down with his eyes, and then looked at the old man. Feng Liang smiled politely: "Uncle, why are you ringing the bell?"

It seemed that because of Feng Liang's polite attitude, the old man's attitude improved a little. His old face smiled into a wrinkled chrysanthemum, and his muddy voice said: "I want... I want to fog!"

"Mist?" Feng Liang was stunned, then understood and continued to ask: "Are you reminding other villagers?"

The old man nodded.

Sure enough, from the ridge not far away, white fog began to spread, and it tilted down the mountain, and it seemed that the village would be flooded in a short while.

"..." Looking at the fog that subverted his geographical common sense, Feng Liang frowned, and always felt that it was not like fog, but like someone poured tens of thousands of tons of dry ice down from the mountain.

But now is not the time to worry about this. Since the elderly will ring the bell to warn the villagers that the door is "fogging", it means that the fog must be strange and will have any special impact.

Recalling the closed doors and windows of every household, Feng Liang felt that this impact was obviously not a positive impact.

I also need to find a place to hide from this evil fog.

"Uncle." Looking at the fog slowly striking towards the village, Feng Liang felt a little anxious, but still asked politely, "We are travelers from afar, we are tired from leaving. Can we go to your house to rest for a while?"

The old man smiled and nodded, turned around and left.

He winked at the two people behind him, and Feng Liang quickly followed.

The old man did not enter the courtyard behind him, but walked into the alley next to him. He led Feng Liang and the others to make a fuss, and the old man led them into a small courtyard with a single door.

The yard is very small, with only one adobe house as a main house, and the other adobe house as a wing room, all of which are covered with yellowed paper. There are a few strings of corn hanging under the low eaves. Even if Feng Liang doesn't understand agricultural products, he can see that the quality of these strings of corn is really not good.

The door of the house was not locked, and the old man led the three people into the house, and a unique smell of the elderly came to his face.

The fat man looked like a pampered person. When he smelled the strange smell in the room, he immediately frowned and asked casually: "Master, what's the smell..."

The uncle quickly patted the fat man on the shoulder and signaled him to silence.

Fortunately, the old man seemed to not understand the Tianjin accent - or, he was not listening to the fat man's work at all.

The decorations in the house are too simple. In the room with a wall of the house, there is only a black stove, connected to a low kang. A roll of quilt is stacked on the kang, which looks like it has been stacked, but its owner seems to have no strength to organize it neatly and angularly.

There is a water jar next to the stove, and a wooden square table on the ground. The table is full of old oil stains. Next to it are two equally dirty benches. Behind the table is a shabby wooden cabinet, I don’t know what it contains.

After closing the door tightly, the old man didn't forget to pull it hard again, then walked to the edge of the urn, lifted up the lid, took out a small basin from it, containing four steamed buns.

It seems like cooking.

"I'll help you!" Feng Liang had something to do in his eyes and hurriedly stepped forward to help, but the old man just handed him the small basin, walked straight to the cabinet, and opened the cabinet door.

The upper floor of the cabinet is some bowls and chopsticks and kitchen utensils, and the lower floor is some clothes, which looks like a dual-purpose cabinet for home kitchens.

The old man took out four bowls from the cabinet, scooped four bowls of water from the water jar, and placed them on the table. Then, he took a steamed bun from the basin in Feng Liang's hand, sat down to the table, tore the steamed buns into small pieces, and soaked them in the cold water in the bowl.

A meal is so simple that it makes people feel unbearable.

"Old comrade, are you living alone?" the glasses asked with some sympathy, but soon realized that this was a nonsense and quickly changed his words: "I will go to the village committee to ask later! This is too unreasonable! How can the lonely and widowed elderly live such a life alone!"

Compared to the uncle, the fat man next to him was surprisingly showing some ancient warmth and respect for the elderly. He rolled up his sleeves and said, "Uncle, wait a little! I'll go outside to get some firewood, and at least burn hot water for you!"

Seeing the fat man turning around and going out, Feng Liang suddenly changed his face and hurriedly stopped him and said, "Wait!"

He said it a little slower. The fat man had already opened the door, and white mist poured out from the crack of the door and spread on the fat man's body.

Half of his body was covered with fog, but the fat man seemed to have not noticed it and looked at Feng Liang in surprise: "What do you mean by brother?"

"Clang!"

On the table, the bowl in front of the old man fell to the ground, thrown into pieces, and water and steamed buns fell to the ground.

The old man stood up at some point and looked at the fog pouring in from the door in horror. His old hands trembled at the fat man, or the white mist behind the fat man. His mouth grew and he made a low and horrified cry:

"Ah...ah...ah!!!"

Shocked by the old man's appearance, the fat man thought he had done something wrong, and stammered: "Uncle? Why did you do it? I didn't..."

A pale hand suddenly stretched out from the fog, put it on the fat man's shoulder, and grabbed it suddenly.

He instantly dragged the fat man who was about 200 pounds out of the door like a chicken!

"ah!!!!!"

The fat man shouted in horror, and his fat body disappeared into the white mist outside the door in an instant.
To be continued...