"I've seen everything I should see, huh...... I don't know what the secretary is asking? Ma Chengfeng stared at his big hands with a pair of discerning eyes. Whether it is a farmer or a mountain dweller, they do rough work all year round, and their hands will have calluses on their hands, and those who practice martial arts will also have calluses, but the hands holding weapons are different from the hands holding weapons.

The old secretary's hands were rough and calloused, but they were not as thick as those of ordinary mountain peasants. If you take a closer look, you can see that he practices light weapons, such as ...... Hidden weapon!

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about these things first, you guys rescued Hanwa, you are the benefactors of our village, come into the village." The old secretary glanced back at the onlookers, and one of the figures nodded secretly and quickly disappeared.

In the cave, the secretary toasted everyone and put on their words. Just ask them if they've seen anything weird.

"I didn't see it, but ...... But I saw a back, secretary, do you have twin brothers? Too similar, right? Hehe...... "Ma Chengfeng didn't break it."

"This ...... How is this possible, Zhujia Village is haunted, eighty percent of them are bad for you, there are so many people in the world, and there are many people who look like them. ”

"Secretary Cheng?" Suddenly, Chang Xiaoman interjected and asked.

"Huh?" The old man didn't think much about it, and subconsciously agreed when he heard someone shouting about himself. The promise didn't matter, and everyone turned their heads in unison to look at him warily.

Liu Lao biang is right, he must be the descendant of the tomb robbers who were active in the Gannan area back then!

"You...... How do you know my surname is Cheng? ”

"Huh...... Guess, guess! Ma Chengfeng patted him on the shoulder meaningfully.

"Oh yes, I'll always ask you about something, when we came back, we saw a hill at the east end of the Yellow River, it seems to be a stuffy head, whose one? It's quite generous. Ma Chengfeng squinted his eyes and asked him in a low voice.

"Stuffy...... Stuffy head? Ah, that's my father's grave, what's not arrogant, it's just that I'm afraid of leaking rain, so I'm just pasting a few more layers of cement. Hehe......"

Ma Chengfeng knew it in his heart and nodded secretly. "Secretary, it's not too early, we won't bother today, there are other things, farewell!"

There is no need to ask more, this is equivalent to admitting his identity, and one more minute of this existence may be more dangerous. The crowd clasped their hands into fists and turned to leave. It is worth mentioning that he is a mountain village man, and he even knows the old etiquette of the rivers and lakes, and he also returns the salute with his hands in fists.

Don't look at this etiquette is very common, but ordinary people don't understand the mystery, they are all according to the gourd to draw the scoop. The fist salute must be pressed with the left hand and the right hand, if you don't understand, you basically subconsciously press the left hand with the right hand. This also once again confirms Liu Laobiang's words.

Don't look at the flowers all day long, big grinning, but this flower thief is very ghostly, and he has a heart. When he was eating just now, although he didn't say much, he also kept observing this Secretary Cheng.

"Did you see it, he understands the etiquette of the rivers and lakes."

Ma Chengfeng said, that's not all, just now he asked me who the "stuffy head" on the hill in the east of the Yellow River was, and he didn't want to immediately answer that it was her father's old grave.

This stuffy head is a black word, but it is not a black word in the Kanto rivers and lakes, but a black word that only tomb robbers can understand.

What is a stuffy head? The old grave rat divides the more generous tomb into several kinds, among which the stuffy head refers to the old grave that is repaired into a steamed bun shape, and the stuffy head is generally round on the top and round on the bottom, which represents the meaning of the deceased's life is round and complete. How could he, an ordinary peasant, understand the black language of tomb robbers?

"This Gada, we can't stay, we must leave immediately, go quickly!" Ma Chengfeng and the others got into the carriage and hurriedly ran out of the tunzi along the mountain road.

Halfway to the road, I suddenly saw several villagers jumping out from behind the ridges on both sides of the dirt road, all of them were strong and strong, and they were holding hoes and machetes in their hands, and they were viciously blocking the middle of the dirt road.

"Look, trouble is coming, you can't hide." Ma Chengfeng shrugged his shoulders and jumped out of the carriage.

"Our Secretary Cheng has an order, please go back to the little heroes!" The man in his fifties at the beginning is Lao Yang!

"Yo, old sheep, why haven't you seen you for a few days, it's like a different person? Pretty hard-talking, huh? Hehe......" Na Xuan jumped onto the roof of the carriage and laughed.

If it is a real hard encounter, these children are not afraid of them, they are all first-class masters in the rivers and lakes, even if these villagers are a gang of tomb robbers and want to stop them, these few people are afraid that it is not enough, and teach them to be people in minutes.

"Baby, your arms can't twist your thighs, from the moment you come to our village, your fate will not be up to you! You know so much! Hmph...... "The old sheep waved his hand and pulled out a shotgun directly from the bamboo basket behind him. This is not good, people have firearms.

"Okay, good old man, let's not get excited, this game should be a long eye, go back, well, we got out of the car, can you put the gun down first?" Ma Chengfeng gave everyone a look, and motioned for everyone to see the opportunity to act for a while, as long as they were allowed to get closer to Lao Yang, they would really be helpless at that time.

The friends have all seen the big market, and they don't take these mountain villagers seriously at all. Everyone raised their hands above their heads and slowly walked towards the group of tomb robbers.

"Baby, don't play tricks, the old man knows that you are all first-class masters, turn your head back, line up in a row, and go forward!" The old sheep said very shyly, quickly took a few steps back, and pointed a gun at their backs.

"Brother, there's a corner in front of you, how sure are you?" Ma Chengfeng lowered his voice and asked Naxiu.

"You can give it a try, but then what? Kill them all? Isn't it a bit too much? ”

"What are you two muttering? Come on! The old sheep's tone was fierce and vicious, and it was no longer as warm and simple as when I first met.

At this moment, suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps on the dirt road mountain.

"His second uncle! No, I can't! Can't you!! These babies are good people! Don't shoot! It turned out that Hanwa's family of three ran over.

All the villagers in this village are descendants of the Cheng family's tomb robbing gang back then, and they are all related to each other. When the old sheep saw that these three people were coming, he shouted: "Huh! What are you going to do? Go back, go back! ”

"His second uncle, please, let them go, they are still children!" Hanwa's family of three knelt on the mountain ridge and begged bitterly.

are all relatives, can they have no feelings, not to mention that Ma Chengfeng and they did save Hanwa, so they shouldn't be treated like this.

"The secretary said, they know too much, they can't keep it!"

(End of chapter)