In the middle of the morning, Song Hui arrived.

"Mr. Tang, my people have contacted people from Xining Village and found some news."

After sitting down, Song Hui said.

“What’s the situation?”

Tang Luo asked, and everyone else also looked over.

"Some people in their village have been sick for no reason recently. The cause of the disease is unknown, and several elderly people have passed away..."

Song Hui talked about the latest situation he had.

"Oh? It turns out that it is not Langsu's family, but the village people."

Yue Jindao.

"Damn it, it's not a plague, right? Then Old Tang, will we still enter the village?"

Lin Yiming thought of something and widened his eyes.

Tang Zheng and the others were stunned, and they were a little nervous. What Lin Yiming said really makes sense.

After all, what Song Hui described was very similar to the symptoms of a plague.

Tang Luo frowned slightly, and did not rush to respond, thinking about something.

"Is there any news about the village leader Rong Chan?"

Yue Jin asked.

"No, even if the leader has any health problems, he should keep it confidential."

Song Hui shook his head and understood what Yue Jin wanted to ask.

Yue Jin nodded slightly, and naturally understood.

"I don't think it's like a plague."

Tang Luo shook his head.

"It's not like? Old Tang, you have to be sure of this."

Lin Yiming frowned.

"I can't be completely sure if I don't see their village people yet. However, the plague has no special connection with the lark. Now, I am quite curious about the people who prescribe this prescription..."

Tang Luo said slowly.

"By the way, there is still some news. Xining Village seems to be facing the choice of a new village leader recently, but because of the sudden situation now, it has been delayed..."

Song Hui thought of something and continued.

"Choose a new village leader?"

Lin Yiming was puzzled.

"Isn't it supposed to be Langsu's successor?"

The few of them looked at Song Hui together, a little puzzled.

"It is said that this is the case in previous history, but in Rong Chan and his generation, it changed. The village leader was elected by all the village people and was no longer an inheritance system."

Song Hui explained.

"If so, maybe Langsu should have a competitor..."

Tang Luo's eyes flashed.

"Well, I think there should be one. After all, there are many older villages here, and choosing a village owner will be a big deal, and even bloodshed will occur."

Song Hui said in detail.

"I know a little about it. Many of these things are only digested internally, and outsiders never have the possibility of intervening..."

Yue Jindao.

"Oh? Old Tang, so you may have to return to your old job."

Lin Yiming thought of something and spoke.

Yue Jin and the others were a little puzzled, what does it mean?

Speaking of which, they don’t know much about what happened to the Fang family some time ago.

"Haha, I don't know the specific situation. Perhaps, Langsu's prestige is already very high and he has no competitors at all."

Tang Luo smiled.

"No matter what, let's talk about going to the village..."

Everyone nodded together, chatted for a few more words, and Song Hui left.

There was nothing wrong with each other, and everyone was still practicing. Tang Luo and Lin Yiming were no exception, sitting cross-legged in the living room.

At the same time, in a courtyard hall in Xining Village, Lang Su and several middle-aged men stood in two rows.

On the bed above, an old man had an unknown pattern on his face, which obviously had accompanied him throughout his life. He was the leader of Xining Village, Rong Chan.

Rong Chan was panting with heavy breaths. If you look closely, you will find that his face was a little bad and a little solemn.

"Ada, I have confirmed that there is no problem with the identities of those two."

Langsu opened his mouth and said, "Ada" in his mouth means his father.

"Langsu, you don't know them before, why are they willing to come forward and help us?"

A middle-aged man spoke with a little tattoo on his face.

They were all elders of Langsu and some of them who had the most say in Xining Village.

"I think I can invite them to come here, and I can't ignore the lives and deaths of the people in the village just because of concerns."

Another man spoke.

Langsu nodded slightly, that's exactly what he meant.

"Ran Ze, if you bring in someone with ulterior motives and bring danger to the village, can you bear this responsibility?"

The man just scolded.

"Is ulterior motive? Humph, in my opinion, people with ulterior motives are not outside, they are in this village!"

Ran Ze snorted coldly.

"What do you mean?"

The middle-aged man glared wide.

"What do I mean? You Yashu understands it in your heart!"

Ran Ze narrowed his eyes slightly.

"you……"

Yashu was just about to say something.

"Ahem..."

At this time, Rong Chan on the couch began to cough violently.

“Ada…”

Seeing this, Langsu hurriedly stepped forward a few steps and came to Rong Chan's side.

Seeing this scene, everyone also took a step forward: "The leader of the village..."

"Ada, don't worry."

Lang Su hurriedly brought a glass of water, handed it to Rong Chan, and then looked at Ran Ze and the others.

"Uncles, don't argue anymore. The problem now is to find the lark grass as soon as possible to make Ada and so many sick villagers get better!"

"Langsu, of course I know, I just don't believe in those outsiders..."

Yashu said slowly.

Ran Ze snorted lightly and said no more.

"Langsu, go and ask those two gentlemen to... invite the village."

Rong Chan slowly raised his head and adjusted his breath.

Even if you are sick, those eyes are still extremely sharp, making people dare not look directly at them, let alone say more.

"Yes, father, I'll go right away, you have a good rest first."

Langsu focuses on the key points.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall became silent...

The picture rotates.

Tang Luo finished his practice and slowly opened his eyes.
To be continued...