The hands and face are so dirty that it makes people disgusting. They have snots on their noses. When they see someone coming, they use their black hands to grin and grin foolishly.

"Sun Ergou! Is Sun Ergou here?"

Mr. Shi knocked on the knocker on the wooden door, and leaned his head and shouted inside, "Sun Ergou's house is the most common type in rural northern China."

There is a doorway (altitude) on the inside of the doorway. The doorway is filled with messy debris, and there is only a half-meter-long place in the middle that can be used to enter and exit. The entire doorway is filled with a pungent odor, and I don’t know what it came out.

On both sides of the doorway are a brick and stone house, and in the middle is the yard. The yard and the yard wall are rammed earth structures. Lilees, garlic seedlings and...weeds are planted at the foot of the wall...

I can no longer tell who is who...

On the right side of the yard is a simple kitchen covered with asbestos tiles. I don’t know how many years have passed. Asbestos tiles that should have been gray-white on it have turned gray-black.

When the group walked out of the doorway to the yard, a young woman emerged from the kitchen, wearing a unkempt and wearing a apron with a stain of oil on her apron, and there was still a lot of flour on her hands.

He first smiled at the three of them in a slight manner, and then asked in confusion.

"Haha, who are you looking for?"

She spoke local dialect, and it was also the local dialect in the mountains. Even Ma Tianyao was struggling to listen. However, Mr. Shi often walked around the streets when he was young and understood these complex local dialects. He immediately smiled and replied in local dialects.

"Well, are you here?"

After hearing the reply, the woman didn't say anything, but returned to the kitchen. After a while, a young man came out of the kitchen, wearing ragged clothes and two boys followed behind him, about seven or eight years old, wearing open-close pants and snot bubbles.

"Who are you? What are you doing when Xun'er's father?"

"Well, it's your father's friend (friend). Something is there to do with him, where is your father's person?"

"Uh Dad? Uh Dad has died long ago. What's wrong with you?"

After hearing this, Mr. Shi shrugged at Ma Tianyao and Wang Chen and said in a low voice.

"Sun Ergou is dead."

After saying that, he signaled to Ma Tianyao again, hoping that she would communicate with the other party.

Ma Tianyao can understand local dialects, but can't speak them, so she can only imitate them and speak up.

"It's this... I, a fellow man, want to live in your village for a while, and if I don't live in vain, I will pay for it. The accommodation fee is 50 yuan a day, and it's better to eat. Can you help me?"

After Ma Tianyao finished speaking, he looked at Wang Chen, meaning he was the one who wanted to live there.

Sun Ergou's son looked at the three of them, grabbed the head that was as lush as grass on his head, and seemed to be unsure. He turned his head and said to his wife, and then poked his head out again.

"Why can't that work? Are you still having a meal? Come in quickly, today's house is just making dumplings!"

As he said that, he waved to everyone, Ma Tianyao whispered to Wang Chen and muttered in a low voice.

"They agree, and you will live in their house from now on. It costs fifty yuan a day. Our bet is for three months. I will pick you up after three months. However, during this period, you cannot contact the outside world. Hurry up and call your friends and family and say, don't make people think you are missing."

"Don't worry, it takes less than three months. You'll be ready to close the business at that time."

Wang Chen curled his lips proudly, then took out his cell phone and called some of his friends and family. On the phone, he only said that he was going abroad for three months and asked him to talk about it after three months of something.

Then he turned off the phone and handed over the phone, bag and car keys to Ma Tianyao.

The three of them entered the kitchen, which still maintained the style of the 1950s and 1960s. There was a one-person-high fuel piled beside the stove, bellows, and next to the stove.

The fuel seems to be a bit high-end, but it is actually some debris such as dead branches and corn cores and corn poles.

Opposite the stove, beside the window, is a wooden chopping board built with an iron rack. The woman before was standing in front of the chopping board and was wrapping dumplings.

When Ma Tianyao saw the stuffing of a woman making dumplings, she didn't recognize her. She went over and took a look, and used the 2b system to check it out, but even the 2b system was confused.

At this time, Mr. Shi whispered in her ear.

"Don't eat it later. The dumpling filling is sour soup grass. Although it can be eaten, people will easily suffer from diarrhea if they eat too much. When we were young, we would find these things in the mountains to satisfy our hunger. Now it seems that Sunjiagou is poorer than I thought."

Ma Tianyao said oh, looked up at the top of her head, and then smiled bitterly and nodded at Mr. Shi.

Mr. Shi looked up and looked at it, and immediately smiled bitterly.

There was only one wire above my head and climbed up along the wall, but there was no light bulb at the end of the wire, which means there was no light in the kitchen at all.

However, Wang Chen didn't know the inside story. After looking at the dumplings, he rubbed his hands excitedly and smiled at Ma Tianyao.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that Boss Ma miscalculated it. This is a pure rural flavor. I heard that the rice cooked by Chaihuo is very fragrant. By the way, this water is also mountain spring water, right?"

Ma Tianyao nodded with a tense face, thinking that at that time, you should know what kind of water this is, which will definitely be more exciting.

"Sit down, sit down, sit casually. You can cook dumplings with just one hail. By the way, who did you live in my house?"

"That's it."

Mr. Shi pointed at Wang Chen, and Sun Ergou's son looked at him, and said oh, and then he was about to take out cigarettes. Wang Chen quickly took out a pack of soft China from his pocket and stuffed it into the other party's hand.

"I'm going to smoke me, haha, I'll live in your house in the future, so you have to take care of me. By the way, my surname is Wang, Zhao Qiansun, Li Caifeng Wang, with a single name of the word "Chen". Look at you're a little younger than me, you can call me Lao Wang in the future!"

"Old turtle? This name is not nice. I'd better call you Mr. Wang. You must be a big boss. You must be a big boss. It's absolutely wrong to call Mr. Wang. Yes, my name is Sun Dafu, um... Sun is... Oh... Sun is the Sun of the Monkey King Bi Ma Wen. You call me Dafu. My wife is Qin Huixia. You call you Xiaxia. These are my two children. The big one is called Goudan, the little one is called Maodan, and the scientific name is Mo An (taken)......"

Hearing this, Ma Tianyao complained again. She had already felt seriously out of touch with Sunjiagou and this society, and had been out of touch for at least twenty or thirty years.

Only those of her parents' generation have official names and nicknames.

In the northern rural areas at that time, most people were interested in relying on their names to support them, so they would give their children a nickname, most of which were called cat eggs, dog eggs, pig babies, dog babies, etc.

At that time, due to family planning and the uselessness of household registration, many people had several children in their families, but most of them did not register.

Only when the child becomes an adult, and some even need a household registration to get married, will he register the child. At that time, the child also reads the text and snippets, but most of them will follow the trend and give themselves an official name. The local name is also called a scientific name or a big name, which is the name that is officially used in future life.
Chapter completed!