Le Zhiyin looked at Li Yun helplessly and said that there was nothing he could do, as the village chief said, "I don't know, I haven't done it, hurry up."

Ren Tianhao stepped forward and lured him with the pile of cash he was carrying. The village head looked at the banknote with a trace of desire in his eyes, but he refused to answer.

There was no way, everyone had to leave.

The village chief was afraid that they would ask other people again, and sent the little boy to keep an eye on him, saying that no more people would stay in the village.

His hard-hearted attitude to rush people made Su Tan dream of annoyance. She said that she was a dignified oiran, and where it was not the focus of everyone's attention, she was now subjected to such treatment, making her...

"Okay, let's go."

Li Yun interrupted her whispering complaints. He felt that Su Tanmeng had specifically complained to him, and the noise was kept in his ears.

Seeing Li Yun's cold attitude, Su Tanmeng felt a little sad, and said with some confession: "Are you trying to say that I'm like this normally, so you can't blame the village chief? Humph, you are really...I am not like this now. Right to you."

Li Yun couldn't laugh or cry, where did she come from so many associations.

However, Le Zhiyin heard Su Tanmeng's overtones. It was precisely because Su Tanmeng regarded Li Yun as a friend that he cared about his feelings.

"I really didn't blame me?"

"Really no, isn't that your oiran's usual character?"

"Huh, you are like that!"

Hearing Li Yun's affirmative answer, Su Tanmeng relaxed and asked: "Then what shall we do? Didn't you go to find the thief to settle the account? I can't swallow this breath!"

Wang Mengyan and the others also looked at Li Yun, waiting for his decision.

"Don't worry, there is a turnaround."

"What turnaround?"

Li Yun smiled mysteriously. After walking out of the village, he turned his head and waved to the little boy who was standing at the entrance of the village and looking around.

"what?"

Su Tanmeng was surprised to see that the little boy who was monitoring them really ran over.

Li Yun took out a hundred-yuan bill, handed it to the little boy, and said with a smile: "If you tell us something, you will get more rewards."

Su Tanmeng looked at him dumbfounded. At this moment, Li Yun was smiling like a big bad wolf.

"You guy!!" Su Tanmeng was about to scold Li Yun for his shamelessness. He even tempted a little boy who hadn't grown up, but was surprised to see that the little boy was staring at the banknotes and wanted The expression that I dare not want.

Li Yun added another one and said, "This is the most. If you don't want it, we will leave."

"want!"

The little boy finally couldn't help it, and quickly grabbed the money in Li Yun's hand, "I want to use the money to buy a mobile phone to play **Glory!"

"..."

Several people were speechless for a while, and the current mobile games poisoned the flowers of the motherland to what extent.

Seeing Li Yun and the little boy’s question and answer, Le Zhiyin was thoughtful. When she was at the village chief’s house before, she noticed the little boy peeking, but she thought it was just the little boy’s curiosity. Unexpectedly, Li Yun saw that the little boy had a different purpose.

Through questioning, Li Yun learned some inside stories about the village.

The people who stole the horses were probably not from the village, but a group of poachers entrenched nearby.

These poachers have been here for more than a year, and they specialize in poaching wild animals and precious trees to sell. They once wanted to threaten the villagers to work for them, but after seeing that every household in the village had a shotgun, they left angrily. .

According to the little boy, those people are terrible. The village chief forbids villagers from approaching them, and also forbids reporting that someone has thrown them to prevent them from coming to revenge the village.

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