Chapter 160
Li Hai's face was ugly, he frowned and stopped moving.
Having been in the imperial capital all year round, he has naturally heard of the reputation of the Zhang family in the imperial capital.
It was because he had heard about the other party that he was so shocked.
He pursed his lips and hesitated for a moment: "Should...should, I won't care about this!"
"We're all separated after all!"
Li Jun shrugged and said melancholy: "Who knows! Don't be afraid of the eventuality, just be afraid of the [-]."
Hearing this, Li Hai also fell silent.
Gu Banmeng looked at the two people who were suddenly silent in front of him, feeling a little puzzled.
Just as he was about to ask questions, suddenly the cell phone rang "Di Ling Ling`".
She had no choice but to take out her mobile phone and glance at it first, then looked up at the two of them with some surprise in her eyes.
"Zhao Yanyu's phone number!"
Li Hai and Li Jun looked at each other, and said in unison: "Hurry up!"
Gu Banmeng froze for a moment, and seemed to have thought of something in his heart, and clicked to answer with trembling hands.
"Half Meng! There is... news has come, it's just... on the side of Yunling!"
"Someone saw the car that kidnapped Jiang Lang at the Laiyunling Expressway, and got off there."
"Hey~ are you listening?" Zhao Yanyu's voice was a little trembling, and the lingering sound was very long.
"Crack~"
The phone fell on the table, and even the corner of the screen was broken, without realizing it.
Two lines of clear tears slowly slipped down from the corner of Gu Banmeng's eyes...
Yunling - a remote mountainous area
"Is there anyone?"
"Come here~ help me!"
"..." Jiang Lang limped along the road with a wooden stick that came by the side of the road as a crutch.
Looking at the empty surroundings, I want to cry but have no tears.
He didn't know how long he walked, shouting until his throat was smoked, but he still didn't see anyone.
His grandma, he didn't really come to some no-man's land, did he?
Not right!
Who is so bored and buries people in no man's land, isn't that sick?
Chinese people pay attention to returning fallen leaves to their roots!
Since Jiang Chengshu was not buried in Shanghai, but here.
It means that this place should be near his hometown, so there must be someone there.
What's more, there is a mountain road here. Although it is overgrown with weeds, it still shows that someone must have walked by it.
He shook his head helplessly, and took out the mobile phone he got from the kidnapper from his trouser pocket.
Come on, still no signal...
He sighed, and was about to resume his journey.
suddenly.
An old singing voice came from a distance, "Hey hey~~~", Jiang Lang didn't quite understand it, it didn't feel like Mandarin.
but...
How could he care so much, the whole person scrambled and ran forward.
A gray-haired old man slowly appeared in his sight with a dilapidated ox cart.
"Hello, old man!"
"This~this! Do you see it?"
"Wait~ wait for me!" Jiang Lang shouted excitedly, waving his hands non-stop.
The old man looked at Jiang Lang in surprise, hesitated for a moment, and raised the whip to slap the cow's butt.
The old cow was in pain, turned a corner, and walked over here.
"Old man, can you please take me to a nearby village?"
"My leg is injured and needs treatment!" Jiang Lang clasped his palms together and prayed to the other party sincerely.
But, to his surprise.
After hearing what he said, the old man scratched his head, looking very confused.
He opened his mouth slightly and said a lot, but Jiang Lang couldn't understand a word.
Jiang Lang frowned slightly, squinting his eyes to look at the other party.
I saw that the old man's back was slightly bent, and he should be the kind of farmer who has been carrying a pole all year round and doing farm work.
Wearing a black robe, which belongs to the very ancient craftsmanship, there are some carvings, embroidery...
Anyway, it looks complicated, not like modern clothes.
This is, minority!
That is, I don’t know which nationality it is.
Jiang Lang was a little surprised. There were quite a few people like this in his hometown.
These ethnic minorities, especially some elderly people, can only speak their own language, not Mandarin at all.
Only those young people who have worked outside the home or have read books will speak.
For a moment, he was a little confused.
This language barrier, how to communicate?
Fortunately, the old head saw his difficulty. He glanced lightly at Jiang Lang's injured leg, and pointed to the bullock cart behind him.
Jiang Lang hesitated for a moment, and sat next to the bullock cart slowly.
The old man nodded slightly, sat in front of the ox cart, and whipped the old ox's butt with a whip.
"Moo~moo~"
The old cow suffered from pain, and drove away slowly with the cart.
sunset~
Before the sun was about to set, the ox cart drove slowly to a dilapidated small village.
Jiang Lang looked up, the village was very small, there were probably about twenty houses at most, and there was no fireworks.
Like an octogenarian lying on the ground, with broken walls and tiles, leaky earthen kilns, patches of weeds everywhere, and a few bare old trees planted at the entrance of the village, it is a scene of dead branches and leaves.
An old yellow dog ran out of the village, and it didn't know which family it belonged to. It barked "Wow, woof, woof" at Jiang Lang, making Jiang Lang a little embarrassed.
The old man yelled at the old yellow dog a few times and kicked it.
The old yellow dog howled, and walked away with its tail between its legs.
The old man waved at Jiang Lang, motioning for him to follow.
Jiang Lang nodded slightly, and walked along the old man.
Occasionally, a few village women and old men who stayed behind came out to wander around, and they were very surprised to see Jiang Lang.
Pointing at him, chirping, as if talking about something.
The old man communicated with the other party impatiently.
pity....
The language was different, and Jiang Lang couldn't understand anything.
I'll go~
All the young people in this village have gone out, right?
I don't know if other people can speak Mandarin?
Otherwise, who do I go to communicate with?
Jiang Lang muttered in his heart, and his mind sank slightly.
Going all the way to the end of the village, a dilapidated yard appeared in front of you.
The gate was crumbling, dilapidated, and covered with cobwebs.
Walking inside, the corners of the walls are leaking, the tiles do not keep out the rain, it is simple and dilapidated, full of dust, a few decorations, it looks empty...
On the old square table, a yellowed oil lamp was lit, and the candle flickered slightly, illuminating the room flickering.
There is a word that is the most vivid and appropriate, that is, "the house is empty".
I'll go, this place is too poor, maybe there is no electricity yet?
Jiang Lang was a little taken aback. When he first entered the village, he felt something was wrong, but he never expected that this place would be so poor.
The old man pointed to the stool and motioned him to sit down.
Then he walked outside the door, under the simple kitchen surrounded by a large shed, lit a fire, put a large iron pot, boiled water, and fiddled for a while.
He walked in with two bowls of noodles and handed one of them to Jiang Lang.
Jiang Lang took it and looked down.
It was a dark mass, and I couldn't tell whether it was noodles or what, and there were a few wild vegetables on the noodles.
He didn't care too much, he had been hungry for so many days, and the food was good, so he didn't care about anything else.
Although he knew that the old man didn't understand, he still said "Thank you."
Holding the bowl, I ate it with big mouthfuls...