"No! How could it be, to be honest, you reminded me of my grandfather... In my grandfather's eyes, I am the best... Even when I'm just waiting to die and get upset with everyone, my grandfather loves me very much..."

Ling Luoyu's heart ached slightly. She hadn't seen her grandfather for a long time. The old man probably had to think about her crazy.

And my dad, I don’t know how he is going!!

"You are still annoying to everyone!?" Old Yang didn't believe it and shook his head: "To be honest, if I could have a grandson as handsome and polite and well-behaved as you, I wouldn't know how I like it, I would wake up in my dreams..."

The two of them talked and laughed along the way and entered the village where Lao Yangtou lived.

The villages are built against the mountains, mostly with bamboo house structures, a bit like the Miao people's stilt houses.

Lao Yangtou's home lives in Dayang Village, and most of them are members of the Yang family. As soon as he enters the village, various greetings are heard one after another.

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

"That's my home, my son's is still on it. If you don't rush, you can see him during dinner. If you are anxious, I can call him down for you now..."

"No need, you've been very tired these days, so you won't be in trouble anymore!"

Ling Luoyu turned over and jumped out of the carriage, but at the same time he realized something was wrong.

This place is a mountainous area, and there are no other things, but there are many plants and trees.

Why are there still a lack of firewood in places with lots of grass and trees?

Three days ago, she stopped the ride-hailing car on the road and came up without thinking too much.

Now that I think about it carefully, I suddenly feel that there is something wrong with this pile of firewood.

However, the matter was not related to her, so she pretended not to know and followed Lao Yang to the bamboo house above.

When he walked halfway, Ling Luoyu found that someone had taken away the carriage at the foot of the mountain.

"Uncle Yang, your carriage..."

Old Yang waved his hand disapprovingly: "It's okay, it's okay, it's someone unloading the firewood... Woman, come out quickly, our guests are coming!"

Old Yang's wife was washing clothes. When she saw the guests coming, she quickly absorbed the water and cooked rice.

When it was almost dark, Old Yang turned on the charcoal fire in the fire pit, warming wine while waiting for his son to come over to have a meal.

But when the moon rose and he didn't see his son, Old Yang couldn't help but get anxious.

Just as I was about to go out to take a look, I heard shouts coming from outside.

"Dad, dad, something happened..."

While speaking, a young man bumped into the door.

He was not old, only about twenty years old, dark and strong, with the unique shrewdness and calculating of a businessman in his eyes.

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

Old Yang had no time to introduce him, so he quickly grabbed his son's hand: "Yihe, please explain it clearly, what happened?"

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

"Oh, I'm a passing person, you guys have a chat in advance..."

Ling Luoyu smiled and left the room, and brought it to the door.

"Yihe, tell me quickly, what happened?"

"It was our batch of goods that happened!!"

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

"Three goods, one of them suffocated..."

"Ah?! What should I do? Do we have to deduct our money?"

"If you deduct money, can I still be so anxious if you deduct money alone?!" Yang Yihe lowered his voice anxiously: "I'm here to tell you, pack up your things and leave quickly, you can't leave if you're too late!!"
Chapter completed!