The three old men were very excited.
The Ye family, it’s actually the Ye family!
If someone from the Ye family comes, it might not be just a fantasy to be able to cure the master’s old illness!
The Ye family is one of the most powerful forces in the world of immortal cultivation!
If you say it can be cured, then it must be curable!
"Ah Lang, take Mr. Ye to your house for a while, and we'll go talk to the master."
One of the old men thought for a moment and made the decision.
"Grandpa, my family..."
Alang seemed to have something difficult to say and was a little worried.
"It's okay, you just need to entertain Mr. Ye for a while."
An old man gently comforted Alang, and finally Alang nodded and took Ye Feng into the village.
When the three old men looked at each other, they could see helplessness in their eyes.
"It can be regarded as giving Alang a chance."
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"Mr. Ye, follow me!"
After confirming that Ye Feng had no ill intentions, Alang's expression became noticeably more relaxed.
A smile gradually appeared on his face. When he passed by familiar houses on the path, he would call out to familiar villagers warmly.
However, the villagers only responded to Alang indifferently, and some even simply packed up their things and turned around to walk into the house, as if they had seen something dirty.
Ye Feng could see the loneliness in Alang's eyes, but he still had a smile on his face and took the trouble to greet everyone he met.
Many of them saw Ye Feng following behind Alang. His clothes and posture were unlike those of the people in other villages. They couldn't help but become alert, and there was even more disgust in their eyes when they looked at Alang.
Ye Feng walked slowly behind, taking all of this in.
What did Alang do wrong to make the villagers hate him so much?
The two of them walked almost through the entire village and came to a lonely bamboo building. The nearest house in the village probably required a walk of a hundred meters!
This bamboo house seems not to belong to this village, but Alang is extremely eager to integrate into the village.
"Grandma, I'm back!"
Ah Lang spoke excitedly, and a man's laughter came from the bamboo building:
"Alang is back!"
Just as Ye Feng was frowning, an old woman in her sixties and a strong man walked out of the bamboo building together.
"Old lady, please consider my words carefully. As long as you agree, your and Alang's basic living will be guaranteed in the future!"
The man looked at A Lang and seemed to be hesitant to speak, and finally spoke to the old lady in a low voice.
Then he looked at Alang with a smile:
"Come on, I'll collect all the herbs I picked today."
Ah Lang's eyes suddenly lit up, he took off the small bamboo basket from his waist and handed it to the uncle happily:
"Uncle Li, here!"
"Okay, okay, I've packed up the herbs you left in the bamboo house, and I'll give the food and other things to you as usual."
Uncle Li did not check the herbs in the small bamboo basket. He put them in the big bamboo basket beside him and took out another small bamboo basket and handed it to Alang.
He touched Alang's head and his eyes fell on Ye Feng behind him.
Uncle Li's eyes narrowed slightly. Ye Feng was faintly emitting a dangerous aura, and even an unintentional revelation was enough to frighten him.
"Alang, the people outside are very cunning, don't be fooled easily"
Uncle Li said this earnestly, then picked up the bamboo basket and left without looking back.
Ye Feng's eyes fell on Uncle Li's departing back. Where did this man point to?
The old woman's eyes also fell on Ye Feng. Looking at the clothes that did not belong to the people in the Miao village, her body trembled slightly. She pointed at Ye Feng:
"Ah Lang, don't do anything stupid!"
"Grandma, I can't do that. The three grandfathers in the ancestral hall asked me to take care of Mr. Ye. Mr. Ye is not a bad person."
Alang quickly explained that his grandmother was in poor health and that she shouldn't worry too much about this matter and exhaust herself.
The old lady looked at Ah Lang's sincere eyes and gradually calmed down:
"Alright, alright, come in first. I don't have much to do anymore, and I'm just worried about you!"
Ye Feng followed Ah Lang into the bamboo building, but the scene inside made him slightly stunned. The bamboo building was very simple, with two small beds, a cooking stove and a few wooden chairs, and firewood piled in the corner...
Ah Lang wiped a wooden chair and placed it near the fire pit:
"Mr. Ye, please sit down!"
Ye Feng nodded and slowly sat down.
The old woman's eyes were still wary as she stopped him, even more so than those of other villagers in the village.
Ye Feng didn't ask anything, just sat there quietly.
Alang skillfully scrubbed the pot, washed the rice, and placed the iron pot on the fire rack to cook.
It was almost noon, but the grandfathers showed no sign of coming back. Ah Lang looked at Ye Feng and said hesitantly:
"Mr. Ye, are you hungry? Would you like to eat something together? But we don't have any good dishes to treat you."
Upon hearing this, the old lady just remained silent and took out some pickled radishes from a clay pot.
Ye Feng nodded. For someone with his level of cultivation, eating was just a desire for food, and he could eat it or not.
Since Alang had invited him, he didn't want to refuse and hurt Alang's self-esteem.
A Lang smiled and poured a large bowl of rice from the pot to Ye Feng:
"Mr. Ye, please make do with your food first."
Ah Lang didn't prepare any dishes. The only dish that went well with the rice was the plate of pickled radish.
When Ye Feng picked up a piece of pickled radish, A Lang's expression suddenly changed. They were used to eating this pickled radish, but Ye Feng might not be able to!
But Ye Feng had already put it in the bowl, and he couldn't open his mouth to say anything else.
Very salty, very spicy...
This was the biggest feeling that this pickled radish brought to Ye Feng. Looking at the cautious A Lang, he smiled:
“Very delicious”
Then he took a few mouthfuls of rice.
Seeing this, the worry on Ah Lang's face gradually disappeared. In his heart, he admired Ye Feng silently. He could actually eat it straight away. They usually just mixed it with rice...
Ye Feng watched Alang and Grandma eating. A piece of pickled radish could almost make them eat half a bowl of rice.
With a slight sigh in his heart, he knew that this was the helplessness of the poor... It was so salty and spicy just because he wanted it to go better with rice.
Isolated in the village, he had not seen Alang's parents. In addition, Uncle Li's exchange of grain for herbs proved that Alang was the only one this family could rely on.
Their lives are so hard, is it because they don't work hard enough?
No, it’s just that real life is far from what some people can see. All they see is the balance in their family members’ wallets.
Ye Feng sighed softly. It was indeed not an easy task for a young man to support a small family.
At this moment, he suddenly thought that Alang was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and he really didn't know how he had managed to survive the isolation among the villagers.
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