Before we got into the car, Uncle Song looked at Seventh Master and smiled. "Seventh Master, isn't there something you ought to hand over to me?"
Seventh Master feigned confusion. "What? What thing? The fare?"
Before Uncle Song could act, I stepped forward and began searching Seventh Master.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"Honestly, how can you just search someone like that? Do I have to go through security just to visit a village?"
I soon found three Pinhole Cameras on him.
He really knew how to hide things.
"Seventh Master, what's all this? What were you planning to do with so many of these hidden on you?" I asked.
He said with a straight face, "Film some rural scenery and document my life. Can't I do that...?"
This old man's ability to lie through his teeth clearly surpassed mine.
I said, "Isn't your phone enough for that?"
Seventh Master said impatiently, "Fine, fine. Not a shred of trust. This is outrageous. You just don't trust anyone. I won't film, then. What's the big deal?"
I handed the three cameras to Uncle Song, and only then did we get back into the car and head for Wangyue Village.
I'd already thought Wangyue Village was far away, and it really was. We had reached the foot of the mountain, yet we still drove for nearly another hour, and we couldn't even drive straight into the village.
About five hundred meters from the village, bollards blocked the road.
We had quite a lot of belongings and could only carry everything into the village. Fortunately, many villagers had already gathered by the bollards.
But when I looked at them, they were all elderly, except for one young man about my age standing at the front.
After we got out, Uncle Song introduced the