"It should be Uncle Zhu and the others who are back." Xiaohua stood up and said.

Yang Ruoqing put down the tent behind her: "Let's go and take a look."

In the main room, in addition to Yang Huazhong, Blacksmith Luo and Aunt Zhu, there were three more strangers from the village.

The oldest man with gray hair must be Uncle Zhu, the owner of this house. The two men next to him are about the same age as Blacksmith Luo, but they look much older.

Aunt Zhu is introducing both parties.

Facing Uncle Zhu, who had taken in his son and daughter-in-law's family, Yang Huazhong was naturally very grateful. He stepped forward, bent down, held Uncle Zhu's hand tightly, and said words of thanks.

However, Uncle Zhu looked ashamed. The old man waved his hands and said to Yang Huazhong and others: "Dear guests, please stop thanking me. This time we went to Deng Ju's house in town and still couldn't find Mr. Yang!"

Da'an and Xiaohua did not confess their true identities to the two elders of the Zhu family. They only said that they were from Qingshui Town and that their horses were frightened and the wheels of their carriages were damaged when passing through this place.

But Old Man Zhu and the others are not stupid either. Daan's actions are elegant and noble, and the two children are also well-dressed. In addition, with the clues provided by Xiaohua, Daan and Deng Juren from Baiyan Town are classmates, and Juren is their master, so this Tong who is 'in trouble'

A young man with a noble body must also be studying and have a good reputation. You can't go wrong by calling him "Sir"!

"Not found?" Xiaohua exclaimed, pushing through the crowd and coming to Old Man Zhu, and asked anxiously: "Uncle Zhu, isn't my husband at Deng Juren's house?"

Yang Huazhong's hands were still holding Old Man Zhu's hand tightly. Hearing this, he also opened his eyes and looked at Old Man Zhu inquiringly.

Old Man Zhu withdrew his hand, apologetically, nodded and shook his head, shook his head and nodded again, and finally his gray brows knitted together tightly, his face full of embarrassment, he stamped his feet and said: "Hey, what, what should I say?

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"Brother Zhu, say whatever you want, we are all waiting!" Yang Huazhong's heart, which he had previously put down, became clenched again.

Old man Zhu still sighed and stopped talking several times, which really made Yang Huazhong and the others anxious.

Even Aunt Zhu couldn't stand it anymore, so she came over and pinched Old Man Zhu hard: "You bad old man, you can't even say a single word in a gentle manner all your life. What's going on? Why don't you say something? I didn't see him."

Are everyone in the family so anxious that they are scratching the wall?"

Old Man Zhu was probably such a meek-tempered person at home, and he was also henpecked. Being pushed and nudged like this by Old Mrs. Zhu made him even more helpless.

He twisted his neck and said, "I really don't know what to say, so I'd better let them say it!"

'They' should be the two or three middle-aged men who accompanied Old Man Zhu to Deng Ju's family in town to find someone.

One of the bearded men came forward and said: "This matter is too strange. Uncle Zhu doesn't know what to say, so let me do it!"

Everyone focused their attention on the bearded man.

The bearded man raised his hand and wiped his face and said loudly: "Deng Juren in this town suffered from dysentery in the spring of this year, and it's gone!"

"What?"

"What did you say?"

"No more? What do you mean?"

"Is... someone dead? Or something like that? Big Beard, you should explain it clearly!" Finally, Aunt Zhu helped ask again.

The old lady was so anxious. These men usually speak with ease, but why are they so shameless in front of strangers tonight?

"It's been almost a year since he died. A few of us knocked on someone's yard door and were almost beaten out by someone's servants." Beard continued, "We were worried that we had gone to the wrong place, and Deng Ju happened to live there.

The inn opposite was not closed yet, so we pooled some money and went in to buy a bottle of wine. We also asked the innkeeper about it, and it was indeed the beginning of spring. It was said that we got cold after eating a bunch of sea crabs brought by our friends from the east.

, I knew it was diarrhea at first, but I didn’t take it seriously because I was young, so I kept reading hard at night. No, later on, the condition got worse and worse, and then it disappeared. I’m sorry for my lovely wife who just got married two years ago.

She became a widow like that, and it is said that she didn’t even leave a wife..."

Yang Huazhong and Xiaohua could no longer listen to the words behind Big Beard, because their minds were buzzing, and they only had one big question:

Deng Juren has died long ago, so where is Da'an?

"Uncle Zhu, you are at the carriage shop today. My brother said that when he met a classmate and wanted to chat with someone for a while, did you hear him say 'classmate' or 'acquaintance' or 'old friend'?"

'? Could you please think about it again?"

When Yang Huazhong and Xiaohua were confused and worried because the clues were broken, Yang Ruoqing came forward and asked Old Man Zhu again.

Old man Zhu thought about it carefully and looked at Yang Ruoqing with certainty: "Old man, I don't have a deaf ear. We are indeed 'classmates'."

"Okay, then did you see the classmate he was talking about near the shop? Did he point it out to you?" Yang Ruoqing asked again, this is very important.

Sometimes, it might be Da'an who casually points to someone waiting somewhere outside the shop, and Old Man Zhu subconsciously glances at that person and sees that person. As long as he remembers a vague outline, he can understand this person.

The clues are renewed.

Old man Zhu shook his head without thinking this time, "He did point outside when he said that, as if that classmate was waiting outside. Old man, I also poked my head and took a look outside. There were many people on the street at that time.

He was a pedestrian, but the place he pointed at was a big willow tree, and there was no one under the willow tree. Old man, I was murmuring in my heart at that time, thinking that this classmate is really an impatient person.

Wait?"

Xiaohua's legs suddenly gave way and she fell to the ground, causing the crowd to panic.

Yang Ruoqing quickly leaned over to help Xiaohua up, and found that her face was horribly pale. Even though she was helped up, she was still unsteady, and her whole body was almost leaning on Yang Ruoqing.

Her hands grabbed Yang Ruoqing's clothes tightly: "Sister, what should I do? Da'an, Da'an is gone..."

"Don't worry, Hua'er. A big man from Da'an will be fine even if he doesn't come back for three days and three nights. Come on, let me help you sit down first."

Yang Ruoqing quickly helped Xiao Hua sit on the stool. Aunt Zhu also quickly grabbed a piece of clothing hanging on the wall, folded it a few times and stuffed it behind Xiao Hua, "Come on, my dear, lean against her, it will make you comfortable."

Xiaohua still held Yang Ruoqing's hand tightly, her eyes not only anxious and hesitant, but also a little frightened.

"Sister, Da'an's classmate in Baiyan Town is Deng Juren, and there are no other old friends or acquaintances..."

"On the way back, he told me that if he had time during this vacation, he would like to invite Deng Juren to come out for a little gathering. We stayed at an inn in Wanghai County last night. He also said that he dreamed of Deng Juren.
Chapter completed!