It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Chapter 217

When I opened my eyes again, it was already the next morning.

Jiang Yan prepared food and planned to go to Tiankeng Mountain.

Half a year ago, she would never have dared to go up the mountain alone. But now, she actually felt relieved.

The second half of the mountain road leading to Tiankeng Mountain showed extremely obvious signs of repair. Before Jiang Yan could figure out whether the shelter still had any significance after losing its concealment, he saw that a large door had been installed at the original cave entrance.

The gate was painted in a color similar to the mountain, and hung with an even larger copper lock. Jiang Yan reached out and turned it, and saw that it was purchased at the same time as the two at the foot of the mountain.

I knocked on the door again and the sound was dull, indicating that the thickness of the wooden door panel was guaranteed.

Four big words emerged in Jiang Yan's mind: Upgrading from a shotgun to a cannon.

Although the wording may not be appropriate, the meaning is this: if you close the door tightly, you will feel very safe living in the cave. Not only will you be able to stop wild beasts, but you can also stop officials and bandits.

But since the village had spent a fortune cleaning up Tiankeng Mountain, why wouldn't they live there now? Jiang Yan clapped his hands until they were red and called out a few more times, but no one answered.

He sat on the stone pier in front of the cave and waited for a while, but no one came, so he had to go home.

On the way down the mountain, Jiang Yan became depressed and did not bother to look at the ripe wild fruits and vegetables that could be picked along the way. He just walked forward with his head down.

When he reached the last fork in the road, Jiang Yan suddenly stopped.

Her feet unconsciously crushed the dust, her breathing became slow and heavy, and after a long time she finally made up her mind to move towards another path.

This road leads to the back mountain of Dongshan Village. Buried on the mountain are people from Dongshan Village from generations past. Jiang Yan’s grandparents and mother are also buried here.

If possible, she didn't want to use this method to find out what had happened in Dongshan Village in the past six months.

Jiang Yan walked along the direction of the large area of ​​fallen weeds, with a vague bad feeling in his heart.

This kind of lodging can't be caused by one or two people stepping on it. It's more like... and the newly grown grass shoots are not very tall yet. Only in autumn will it slow down like this...

Another person from Dongshan Village passed away in the past month.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yan found that his eyes suddenly became dry.

After turning into another fork in the road, Jiang Yan keenly discovered a new grave not far away. Her eyes immediately turned red and her nose became sore.

She remembered this place. Grandpa Jiang Wang had told her that this area was divided among his family, Jiang Yan's family and Grandpa Jiang Fa's family.

Jiang Yan thought that she was the only child, and before she even reached the grave to see the identity of the deceased, she could no longer hold back her tears.

Whether it was Grandpa Jiang Wang's family or Grandpa Jiang Fa's family, she was very sad and reluctant to leave.

I also recalled my experiences over the past six months. I finally returned to the village but couldn't find anyone. The only one I found was still buried in the soil...

Heartbroken and aggrieved, Jiang Yan burst into tears. Her tears flowed more and more violently, blurring her vision.

Jiang Yan tried several times but couldn't stop crying, so she simply sat down in front of the grave and cried her heart out. There were no outsiders here anyway, so even if she was in a mess, she wouldn't be teased or laughed at.

By the time he had completely calmed down, Jiang Yan was already sweating all over in the cool October.

Jiang Yan opened her red and swollen eyes and read the words on the tombstone word by word.

Ok?

what?

Jiang Yan’s Tomb?

Jiang Yan couldn't believe it and moved closer. The character seemed to be written exactly the same as her own "雁".

Looking at the other small characters, he was born on October 17th, the first year of Jianguang. His father was Jiang x and his mother was Wang x. He died on August 25th, the fourteenth year of Jianguang.

Her parents, name, and date of birth were all correct, except for the date of her death, which she herself didn't know.

Jiang Yan forced a smile with difficulty.

It turns out that what is more embarrassing than crying at the wrong grave is crying at your own grave.