Chapter 493: Kamura 7

Chapter 493 Jiancun 7

"Yes, yes."

Mo Yu stammered and replied,

Then shook his head hastily again.

"I, I have to inform other people about the news, can I wait a while?"

"Of course." Zhang Xiaomiao touched Mo Yu's face and winked at him.

"Remember to come, sister is waiting for you."

Send Mo Yu away, Zhang Xiaomiao closes the door, walks to Li Yao and sits down,

"The boy in this remote mountain village looks stupid, we can use stereotypes on him."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Li Yao beside her, but Li Yao didn't respond, as if she was immersed in her own world.

It seems that she has maintained this action since she went to open the door.

"What’s wrong with you?"

She stretched out her hand and pushed Li Yao.

"ah?"

Li Yao woke up suddenly, put down the mirror and looked at her.

"Did you find anything?" Zhang Xiaomiao asked.

"I didn't find anything." Li Yao shook her head,

"Really?" Zhang Xiaomiao couldn't believe it.

"Really, I just thought of something not very happy."

Li Yao was not in a good mood, so she went to bed and didn't want to say too much.

Of course Zhang Xiaomiao didn’t believe this excuse. She took a look at the bronze mirror that was thrown aside, but found nothing unusual.

"Now the game is currently, don't think so much."

Zhang Xiaomiao looked at Li Yao, seeming to persuade her intimately,

"Customs clearance is the most important thing, and other things have to be put on the back burner. We have to work together, and if you have any clues, you should share them together, right?"

The last sentence is the key point.

Ah-

In a bad mood, Li Yao sneered, not wanting to say a word.

Believe it or not.

The room suddenly fell into silence.

the other side

Fu Anan opened the door, and after listening to the announcement from Brother Jiancun,

"Understood, thank you."

"You're welcome. The village chief told me to treat you well." Mo Yu had a bright smile on his face,

"Anything else you need help with?"

"Not yet."

Fu Anan thanked him, "I'm sorry for your trouble."

Looking at his leaving back, Fu Anan turned back, and in his notebook, changed the official dealer suspects from three to four.

The professor, the bishop, the old village chief, and this young man.

Anyway, she wrote down all the people she met, so it's hard to guess the official croupier for this round.

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The afternoon passed quickly.

They went out and found nothing. Just after five o'clock, they were invited to the village chief's house for dinner.

The village chief's house is similar to other people's houses.

Only the roof is a little bit higher than others.

The light transmission inside is not very good, so the lights were turned on early, and everyone sat around an old-fashioned Eight Immortals table.

"Eat early in the country."

The village chief explained with a smile on his face,

"It will be completely dark when it looks like six or seven o'clock"

Professor Ge smiled and greeted him, while the others sat around and ate.

The food here is not very tasty, lack of salt and oil, most of them are boiled.

The only meat dish is the boiled chicken with cabbage in the middle. This is the laying hen that the village chief killed specially to entertain them.

Looking at the difficult situation, Professor Ge sighed, and asked the village head again if he had any intention of going out with the craftsmanship of making bronze mirrors.

Culture needs to be passed on.

He also hopes that those who inherit these cultures will not have such a hard life.

If it is made into a tourist attraction like JDZ, it will not only improve the lives of local people, but also let more people know about the existence of bronze mirror craftsmanship.

Hearing that, the village head still shook his head,

"We are already satisfied with being able to eat enough, to wear warm clothes, and to be able to continue from generation to generation.

Making mirrors is a custom in the village, so it can be used to make money. "

(end of this chapter)

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