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Chapter 572

Zhao Changan and the other three drove back to Wenjia Village. The village committee team and several clan elders who went to the dam to watch the performance last night have not returned yet.

At this time of June, when the farmers are officially slack, except for a few half-year-olds who have dropped out of school and are herding cattle, the rest is peaceful and quiet.

Zhao Changan drove the car into the yard, closed the door and locked it.

In Zhao Changan and Wen Ye's original idea, they simply shut them out - I don't care whether you are happy or angry, embarrassed or angry, I have the final say on my territory!

However, now that the sunken ship is involved, they have to be let in. Otherwise, once the news leaks out, even if sixty-two years have passed, the probability of searching for it is slim and slim.

However, we still have to be careful that some thoughtful people may hear it and become greedy and malicious.

"Buzz~"

Just after nine o'clock, the roar of cars came from the road at the foot of the mountain.

The three of them, Zhao Changan and Zhao, who were sitting under the shade of the trees in the yard, all had the thought, 'Here we come!'

Soon, there were various voices outside the courtyard wall.

Then there was a knock on the door, "Auntie, open the door, we have a guest, a distinguished guest!"

"groove!"

Wen Ye cursed lowly, stood up and opened the door.

"Xiaoye, why should you lock the door in broad daylight? These are distinguished guests from abroad!"

Zhao Changan lit a cigarette, and when he saw Wen Rensheng standing at the door, his smile turned into a flower.

There were two other men and women who looked not at all like they were seventy or eighty years old, but more like fifty or sixty years old. They had warm smiles on their faces and looked at Wen Ye kindly.

"groove!"

This time it was Zhao Changan's turn to curse secretly.

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"Sixth sister, I'm Pingbai. It's been more than sixty years since we parted ways. I really miss you and my uncle and aunt nine."

"Sixth sister, I'm Xiaoju. We've been hard to find over the years, but it's been a hard time for you! Woohoo~"

Ye Pingju took out her handkerchief to wipe her tears.

"Sixth Aunt, I am He Nian. The more I saw Wen Ye when I was in Mingzhu, the more I liked him. He is truly the blood of our Ye family; it is truly the blessing of our ancestors to reunite our Ye family decades later!"

"Sixth aunt~"

"Auntie~"

A group of demons and ghosts from the Ye family were happily surrounding Grandma Wen Ye, making Zhao Changan beside him feel sick.

"Two old leaders, thank you for working hard for so long. You should also go home and rest. We will visit you in the afternoon."

Young Ye He sent away the party secretary and village chief of Wenjia Village who were still in the dark, and winked at his nephew Ye Jinghai.

"There are a lot of people here, so let's all go outside to have a rest and take a look at the lakes and mountains halfway up the mountain."

With a smile, Ye Jinghai asked the secretaries, bodyguards, and drivers who swarmed into the yard to get out.

Regardless of whether he wanted to or not, Wen Ye had to try his best to put on a smile, took out a large porcelain bowl and the last year's tea leaves, and poured a large bowl for each of the 'relatives' in the yard.

"Well, although it is bitter, this is pure natural and pollution-free wild tea living water."

Ye Pingbai grinned as he drank. He had never drank this kind of tea from childhood to old age, and it was so bitter that he wanted to spit it out.

However, he still shook his head, drank it with admiration on his face, and said to Wen Ye as if he was still unsatisfied: "Xiao Ye, have another bowl."

Although Ye Pingju over there also had good acting skills, she really couldn't drink this bitter tea. She just pretended to drink it for two or three small sips and then let it go naturally.

"Over the years, including 37 years later, I have actually been looking for you, but there has been no news. My father once walked along the river, from village to village, asking about the Wuhu area. The copy that Uncle Jiu sent to Jinling

The telegram was sent from Chaohu,

Father guessed that Wuhu was the limit of your westward march. However, at that time, the river was full of deserted ships, many of which were sunk by Japanese planes. In addition, you set off in the middle of the night, so I asked the villagers on the riverside if they had any

One can explain why."

When Ye Pingbai said this, he seemed to ask casually: "Did the Japanese planes sink the plane, or did they drop bombs and sink it?"

"I was still young at the time, and I was sleeping when I heard a bang and the boat was full of fire."

"Still sleeping, is it night?"

Ye Pin put on a puzzled face.

"It's not night, it's morning. I'm sleeping in."

"Let me tell you, at that time Japanese planes could not fight at night."

Ye Pingbai and Ye Pingju looked at each other quietly, and the biggest problem in front of them was solved.

If the explosion occurred at night, they could only say that the ship hit a mine. But this reason was obviously far-fetched. It was impossible for the national army to lay mines on the river at that time. It would be equivalent to locking oneself in the door like a dog and waiting to be beaten.

"Sixth sister, my grandfather also went to the west with you at that time. Has my grandfather landed ashore?"

Ye Pingju looked worried.

"I don't know, it was my father and my third uncle who rescued me, but then I was attacked by bandits."

Grandma Wen Ye said: "The river water is very cold in winter, and I didn't wake up until I was in a city."

"That city?"

Ye Pingbai knew that even if he knew where it was, he wouldn't be able to find out anything after so many years, but he could deduce some useful information if he knew the route.

Grandma Wen Ye shook her head.

"Then where did your boat explode? We can go to the riverside to mourn and burn some yellow paper for Grandpa and the others."

Ye Pingju asked.

Grandma Wen Ye still shook her head. Amid the disappointment of a group of Ye family members, she added: "At that time, the ship was very close to a river island. My father and third uncle carried me to the river island in a daze."

Ye Pingbai and Ye Pingju's eyes suddenly lit up. Ye Pingbai asked: "Is it the head of the island, the end of the island, or both sides."

"At the end of the island, my father and third uncle swam against the current."

Ye Pingbai nodded, that's right.

If it were at the head of the island or around it, the current would definitely wash some things and corpses into the shallow waters of the island and strand them, and it would be impossible for the nearby villagers not to 'fish for wealth'.

In that case, when his father searched along the river in early 1938, with the help of Japanese bayonets, it was impossible that he would not be able to extract some information.

What Liu Mei said was still very vague, but if we combine the information of 'departure at midnight', 'sleeping in the morning' and 'stern of Jiangxin Island'.

This can significantly reduce the scope.

"Six Auntie, how big is the island? Are there any people living on it? Is it an island that is exposed to the river all year round, or an island that is exposed during the dry season?"

Just when Ye Pingbai and Ye Pingju were happy, Ye Zi's words made their smiles freeze.

According to their original idea, they could determine the location by looking at at most seven or eight places.

However, if we take into account that it was a dry season and many places on the Yangtze River bed would be exposed to the river surface, then their project volume would have to be increased by at least six to seven times!

Moreover, those islands that only emerge from the water during the dry season have experienced sedimentation due to changes in the water volume of the Yangtze River in the past sixty or seventy years.

Now it seems that trying to find it is almost like buying a lottery ticket!

There was a brief silence in the courtyard.

"Sixth sister, is Xiaoye's skill so good that a gentleman can't use it, or can a gentleman hide his weapon?"

Since there is no solution to the previous question, Ye Pingbai started the second question.

Ye Zi, who was standing next to him, felt his heart skip a beat.

Couldn't help but look at Ye Jinghai.
Chapter completed!
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