"A mortician, perhaps?"
Before the older woman could finish speaking, I finished adding my own comments.
"Yes, yes, you old man, you've got quite a lot of knowledge!"
When the old lady heard me say "corpse sewer," she nodded repeatedly.
A slight thought struck me; it felt as if this was tailor-made for me.
"Young lady, to be honest, I used to do this before; it's a family skill."
Because everyone could tell I was a young man, I almost forgot I was an old man.
It was the older woman's address of "little old man" that reminded me, and I changed how I addressed her.
The woman was overjoyed to hear "big sister" and her face broke into wrinkles with laughter.
"You? You're actually a corpse stitcher? No way, no way!"
The older woman circled around me, looking me up and down, inside and out, and then shook her head.
"You seem more like a Taoist priest than a corpse-stitching craftsman."
The older woman speaks softly now, just like a young girl in early spring.
Maybe it's because an old man like me is just what the older woman wants.
"Brother Chen...this auntie seems to have taken a liking to you..."
Old Dao leaned close to my ear and spoke in a low, snarling voice, as if he were holding back a turd.
"Young lady, I really am a mortician. I used to work at a funeral home and have sewn up all kinds of corpses. I'm quite experienced."
I quickly explained.
My intuition tells me that this is an opportunity for me, and I don't want to let it slip by.
"Oh? You mean this kind? Then it's alright. If it's this kind, the eagle owl statue can't be repaired!"
Upon hearing this, the older woman burst out laughing. She gently swayed her hips as she gave me a detailed explanation.
"That's right, brother. We've contacted the funeral home and tried many things, but nothing has worked."
I want to try it!
I stared at the older woman, my tone very firm.
I sounded like a domineering CEO when I was talking. I often see these kinds of dramas where a domineering CEO falls in love with a menopausal woman.
Sure enough, the old lady was even happier. This is exactly the kind of thing that old ladies of this age fall for.
"Alright, alright, big brother, I'll let you try, I'll let you try!"
The older woman smiled indulgently, as happy as a child who had just eaten honey.
Old Dao gave me a look of admiration.
You practically have "You're awesome" written all over your face.
And so, the older woman led the way, and Lao Dao and I followed behind.
Along the way, the woman also gave us a brief introduction to the village.
Perhaps it was because of her domineering CEO aura, but the older woman answered all my questions without reservation.
I specifically asked Xu Feng about it.
"You mean Xu Feng? He's a real oddball!"
When Xu Fenglai is mentioned, the auntie becomes very talkative, as if she has a lot to say.
"Xu Feng came to our village many years ago, and he doesn't usually talk to the people in our village."
But his medical skills were extraordinary; he was practically a miracle doctor, saving countless lives!
Seeing that I enjoyed listening to these things, the older woman began to tell me her story vividly.
Hearing this, I was a little surprised: "Young lady, are you saying that this Xu Feng is a miracle doctor?"
I thought that the fake Xu Feng I met in Shangjiao Village was just a coincidence.
It now appears that Wu Zhiguo was aware of Xu Feng's situation.
"Yes, his medical skills are superb, but we rarely hear him speak. If we hadn't seen him swear, we would have thought he was mute!"
The woman spoke with great enthusiasm, as if she were telling a story.
I've seen this situation before; they don't talk much.
It's the same flower I saw at the guesthouse.
Hua Hua's speech was restricted due to the formation.
So, is Xu Feng's situation due to the formation, or simply because he doesn't want to talk?
I unconsciously connected the two of them together.
Xu Feng, Hua Hua, the fat woman, and that young woman.
There must be some connection between them, but I don't have enough information right now.
There is no way to connect them yet.
Does he have children?
I continued to inquire with the older woman.
The woman scratched her head: "Yes, there is a child named Xu Qiang, but it seems she doesn't live in the village. I don't know anything else."
"Xu Qiang?"
This name is exactly the same as the fake one.
I thought to myself, Wu Zhiguo's men really did a meticulous job of setting things up.
If you're going to put on a show, go all the way.
They even found out almost everything, including the name of the other person's son.
"Brother, to be honest, this Xu Feng is a strange person. He doesn't seem to be in our Haopo Village these past few days."
If you want to see him, you'd better be careful!
As the older woman spoke, she even adopted a posture of being considerate of me.
If it were anyone else, they would probably be moved to tears.
"It's nothing, ma'am. My brother Chen was just asking casually. Don't let his appearance fool you, he's perfectly healthy!"
Old Dao started to finish me off.
I curled my lip in annoyance. Yeah, I'm in good health. At least for now, I can still hold my poop and pee.
"Oh my, brother, that's funny. These days, who can't even hold their poop and pee when they're out in public?"
The older woman laughed heartily at my jokes, while only Lao Dao blushed a little.
I don't know why Lao Dao doesn't smile; maybe he's just not naturally inclined to smile!
Along the way, the woman told us about Xu Feng and some legends about Haopo Village.
This includes the story of the owl god.
"Anyway, I remember the last time I invited the Owl God, someone traveled seven hundred miles to finally bring the Owl God back."
I've forgotten the name of that village, but I think it was something they sent back to deal with some kind of fox spirit.
The older woman kept recounting strange and interesting stories, and in order to get closer to me, she talked a lot.
Seven hundred li?
When I heard the number seven hundred, I instinctively became alert.
If I remember correctly, it's about 700 li from Fox Village to here.
A complete story formed in my mind.
The man from Xujia Village traveled seven hundred miles to carry the Owl God there, and then carried the Owl God seven steps from the village entrance.
"Brother, that's it. My house is just ahead. My husband is inside."
He knows many things better than I do.
We walked to a courtyard, and the old woman stopped and pointed ahead.
After observing it for a while, I realized that this house was quite unique, almost like the place where a hermit lived in seclusion.
"Young lady, then I'll be troubling you!"
I politely cupped my hands in greeting.
The woman's husband is the village chief, so he should know more.
The old lady excitedly pulled me into the yard, and as soon as we entered, she shouted at the top of her lungs.
"Tailor! Tailor! Tailor Zhou! You rascal, where have you been! We have guests!"
The old woman shouted so loudly that the eaves of the house shook.
I was stunned.
She had searched high and low without finding him; it turned out that her man was none other than Zhou the tailor.
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