It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Chapter 216

According to Jiang Yan's own idea, there is no need to find a master to serve as a servant, especially if the master has a bad temper, and he may lose his life without knowing how.

But after wandering for several months, she saw many people in difficult circumstances struggling to get a bite to eat... Perhaps for them, survival is the most important thing.

Jiang Yan didn't know what kind of situation the uncle in front of her was in. Considering that they were neighbors, she analyzed the pros and cons truthfully and in detail. Although the pros she mentioned were few, the cons might be considered pros in the eyes of others.

In the end, the neighbors were satisfied and began to encourage Jiang Yan to climb into the yard. "This is your uncle's house. It won't be a problem to stay there for a night."

Jiang Yan: ...

Jiang Yan felt that she was a sensible young person with a sense of boundaries. She rejected her neighbor's suggestion without hesitation, and just borrowed a chair from him and sat in the alley outside the yard to spend the night.

Perhaps the strange body position she twisted for sleeping comfort was too strange, and the shadow cast on the courtyard wall actually scared away two stray dogs wandering around in the middle of the night and a thief who tried to climb over the wall into the courtyard.

Although there was no conflict, Jiang Yan's tiredness was completely dispelled. She sat with half-open eyes until dawn, returned the chair to the neighbor and warned the neighbor that a thief was targeting the area, then rushed to Dongshan Village without stopping.

The sun was just beginning to set when they arrived at the village entrance. Jiang Yan yawned and looked around with his tired body... It was strange, why was there no one guarding the village?

Walking further in, there was still no movement in the village.

That shouldn’t be the case. Could it be that he is hiding in Tiankeng Mountain and hasn’t come down yet?

A moment later, Jiang Yan stood in front of his own courtyard. The two wooden doors were locked with copper locks. As he walked along, he saw that the gates of the houses he had seen were only tied with a piece of hemp rope.

This must be the special care from everyone in Dongshan Village... Jiang Yan felt extremely warm in his heart. He took off the backpack and walked into the yard in three or two steps. Then he skillfully took down the bolt behind the door and pulled it with both hands.

The door didn't open. It was embarrassing. I actually forgot about the copper lock I had just seen outside the door.

Jiang Yan rubbed his face to force himself to be more awake.

There was no chance of going through the main gate before finding the key, so Jiang Yan climbed over the wall again and brought the backpack into the yard.

When you approach the door, you will see a piece of plain linen hanging down, the upper end of which is tied to the lintel, which is the horizontal beam above the door frame.

Jiang Yan was puzzled. He looked at it again and again, feeling that it looked familiar and he had seen it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where it was, so he simply brushed it aside and walked into the house.

His fingertips casually swiped across the tabletop, picking up only a tiny bit of dust. It must have been less than two weeks since the Dongshan villagers left...

Jiang Yan sat in the house for a while, and after recovering half of his energy, he went out to the yard again.

She walked around the village from top to bottom. Since her last visit, many families had rebuilt their collapsed or damaged walls and courtyard walls.

The old ancestral hall, which had collapsed under the weight of heavy snow for several years, was rebuilt on the original site.

After Jiang Yan was sure that the entire village, including the land, was empty, he came to the ancestral hall. After reciting a few words hoping for the ancestors' forgiveness, he swiftly climbed over the high wall.

In fact, it was not only Jiang Yan's family that had a copper lock on the outer door. The gate of the ancestral hall also had one. It was heavy, at least three times as heavy as the one in her house.

The ancestral tablets that were originally placed in the ancestral hall were nowhere to be found, and even the spare wooden tablets without any inscriptions that had been prepared in advance were gone.

They moved out so cleanly... It seems that the people of Dongshan Village left on their own and didn't encounter any special emergencies.

Relieved, Jiang Yan returned home, ate something in a hurry, and fell into a sound sleep without even bothering to put the food away.