Xie Yongzhi spoke to his grandmother in dialect. After he asked, he ran over to tell Jiang Hanyan. Li Baisui swallowed the sweet potato and asked, "What's wrong with you? Why didn't you send him to the hospital?"

After asking, he continued to chew the sweet potatoes, which he took from the pot in the kitchen. They were sweet and fragrant, which aroused his appetite. But he didn't know that the boiled sweet potatoes in the pot were actually pig food. However, Grandma Xie loved cleanliness, so the pig food was also clean.

Xie Yongzhi smiled bitterly and explained, "There is a barefoot doctor in our village. His medical skills are average. It depends on luck to cure colds and flu. Usually, when you are sick, you have to rely on yourself and go to the mountains to pick some herbs and boil them in water to drink."

If you can make it, you will live; if you can't, you will die. People in the mountains rely on luck to survive.

Li Baisui looked embarrassed and apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't think of that."

"Don't blame you. Our village is indeed very poor. It's hard to imagine if you haven't been here." Xie Yongzhi smiled.

Li Baisui finished eating a sweet potato, but was still not satisfied. He wanted to get another one, but he saw Grandma Xie serving pig food. A big pot of fragrant boiled sweet potatoes was put into a bucket by Grandma Xie, mixed with corn flour and bran, and then stirred with a wooden stick, and it became a bucket of mushy paste. Li Baisui retracted his outstretched hand. The sweet potatoes were so mushy that he couldn't eat them.

“Grandma, why do you want to mash it?”

Li Baisui, who was studious and inquisitive, asked politely, as he did not understand the operation.

Grandma Xie didn't understand Mandarin and looked at him in confusion. Xie Yongzhi walked over and said, "This is for pigs."

Li Baisui's expression became indescribable. Food for pigs?

Pigs actually eat so well? "You are too extravagant, feeding pigs such good sweet potatoes. These sweet potatoes must be very delicious when they are roasted."

Li Baisui looked at the mushy boiled sweet potatoes in the bucket with regret. They were sweet and sticky, much more delicious than the roasted sweet potatoes he bought in Shanghai. Here they were actually food for pigs. No wonder they were so poor. Such good things were wasted.

"Eating sweet potatoes every day will cause heartburn, so they can only be fed to pigs," Xie Yongzhi explained.

"It can be sold... Sorry, I was wrong again. It's not easy to sell here."

Li Baisui realized that the transportation in this mountain is blocked, and there is not even a decent road. No matter how good the products are, they can't be sold. What else can they do if they don't feed the pigs? Xie Yongzhi smiled even more bitterly. It is because there is no road that their village is so poor. If there is a road leading to the county town, the surplus agricultural products in the village can be exchanged for money.

Jiang Hanyan asked some more about Xie Erzhu's family. Xie Erzhu's grandmother fell seriously ill in the middle of the night and died the next morning. It was Erzhu's mother who collected the body. It was common for elderly people to die of illness and old age. The villagers did not find it strange, but just lamented that Erzhu's grandmother was unlucky.

"In other words, no one knew what disease Grandma Erzhu had, her illness was inexplicable, and her death was also inexplicable?" Li Baisui interjected.

"Mountain villages are different from cities. There are no good medical resources here, so the elderly can only rely on themselves when they get sick," said a rescue team member.

He also came from the countryside, and situations like Erzhu's grandmother's were very common in the countryside. He added: "Even in the countryside today, many women give birth at home, and many have difficult labors and accidents."

Li Baisui showed an incredible expression. He had been living a life of luxury since he was born. He had everything he wanted. Apart from worrying about not living long, he had no other worries.

He hadn't expected that there were people in this world who lived such a miserable life, a misery beyond his imagination.

Xie Yongzhi's father came back and said that he had arranged a place for him to stay and he would take him there.

The village chief arranged for Jiang Hanyan to stay with families that were relatively well-off in the village. There was a family that was closest to Xie Erzhu's house, so she took the initiative to ask to stay with them. She lay on the straw mattress at night, which pricked her flesh. There were also some unknown insects on the wall, so she simply lay in Lu Chen's arms, out of sight, out of mind.

"Do you suspect Xie Erzhu's family?" Lu Chen asked.

"Well, there is evil spirit in his house, which means someone died abnormally."

Jiang Hanyan buried herself in his arms, her voice buzzing, and she kicked him in disgust, "Don't move around, just lie still!"

Every time Lu Chen moved, the straw would prick her, which was very annoying.

"You lie like this, I'm not Liu Xiahui!"

Lu Chen was so angry that he laughed. He lay all over him. It would be abnormal if he didn't react. But they were in someone else's house and it was not convenient to do anything. He could only move around to relieve the pain.

"Didn't you say that your willpower is as strong as Mount Tai?" Jiang Hanyan sneered.

"It used to be Mount Tai, but now it's a volcano."

Lu Chen spoke the truth, which made Jiang Hanyan laugh. She pinched him hard on the chest, and even called it using pain to stop lust.

"If you pinch me again, I'll kill you right here."

Lu Chen gritted his teeth and threatened. This little bit of force was just like tickling, purely tempting.

Jiang Hanyan retracted her hand obediently, lay still, and dared not move.

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The night was getting deeper and deeper. The two were sleeping in a daze when they heard a shrill howl. They were both awakened. They also heard the low cursing of the landlord and his wife next door. Although they could not understand what was being said, they could feel that the curse was very unpleasant.

There were a few more howls, and then it became quiet. Lu Chen whispered, "It's Xie Erzhu's family."

"Xie Yongzhi said Xie Erzhu often howled in the middle of the night."

Jiang Hanyan frowned. It was no wonder that the villagers didn't want to live with this family because of their annoying shouting. Maybe Xie Erzhu wasn't mentally retarded, but a mental patient? It was dawn. The village was very lively. Donkeys brayed, chickens crowed, dogs barked... and there were also voices, which made people unable to sleep. Jiang Hanyan and Lu Chen got up. The landlord's wife prepared breakfast, corn porridge, pickles, and a few egg pancakes. This was the most abundant breakfast in the village. The landlord's children looked at the breakfast on the table eagerly, swallowing their saliva.

"Come and have breakfast. There's nothing good to eat. Just eat whatever you want!"

The landlord's wife greeted them warmly and called the children away. The village chief told them that they would be given ten yuan for a night's stay and asked her to treat them well. She did not dare to neglect them and took out all the delicious food at home.

Jiang Hanyan and Lu Chen didn't hesitate to eat breakfast. The landlord's family had sweet potato porridge and pickles. After breakfast, Jiang Hanyan took some chocolate and biscuits and gave them to the landlord's children.

The children were very happy, and the landlord couple kept apologizing. Jiang Hanyan took the opportunity to ask about the howling last night.

"That idiot Xie Erzhu barks every night, just like a wild wolf, making people panic. Don't be afraid. He just barks a few times and the people are locked up. They can't run out."

"Why lock it up?"

"He has a bad temper and great strength. The villagers can't control him."

The image of a tall and strong man appeared in Jiang Hanyan's mind. He had straight eyes, a fierce face, and a body covered with hair. In the middle of the night, he would raise his neck and howl at the moon. She shook her head and blocked out these images.

To be continued tomorrow