It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Chapter 190

There were indeed many marks on the base of the lime-covered wall, crowded together.

A vendor sitting nearby noticed Jiang Yan's curiosity and enthusiastically struck up a conversation, telling her she could get closer for a closer look. He also said that if she was interested, she could rent a carving knife from him for just a copper coin.

Jiang Yan's secretive thoughts instantly dissipated. She asked, "Didn't you scratch the wall? Isn't the store owner angry, objecting, or asking for compensation?"

"No." The vendor saw Jiang Yan was worried, and for the sake of the copper coins, he tried hard to explain to dispel her concerns.

According to the vendor, someone had been randomly carving graffiti outside several of the busiest shops on the commercial street since an unknown year. Initially, the shop owners were furious and sent people to guard the area day and night, but they were unable to catch the vandals.

But as soon as the shop owners withdrew their guards, new marks would soon appear on the smoothed walls.

People who could read heard about it and came over. After careful identification, they found that the engravings were not scribbled randomly, but large crooked characters. They guessed that paper and pens were expensive in the county, and some people had no choice but to communicate in this way.

Later, the story spread, and many people thought this method was good and joined in the fun. What if you don't know how to read? Just make a few marks that everyone can recognize.

What if there are too many marks and there is no place to go? Then wait ten days, and after ten days someone will bring mud or lime to smooth it over.

The store owner was powerless to stop it. Since he couldn't stop it no matter what he did, he could only turn a blind eye and got used to it over time.

After this explanation, Jiang Yan no longer looked at it stealthily. He stepped forward and squatted down to take a closer look.

None of the densely packed carvings in front of me overlap, and the "territory" occupied by each is also very clear.

Jiang Yan scanned the area one by one, and when he came across a certain spot, his eyes suddenly stopped - why was the abstract little man on the road map left by the ancestors of Dongshan Village here!?

Is it a telepathic connection, or did a branch of Dongshan Village's ancestors move to Zhongyang County?

Jiang Yan was confused, but he became more serious as he continued to browse.

Soon, Jiang Yan found several familiar symbols in another corner.

There was no way she could have made a mistake.

At that time, they were hiding from the flood in a cave in Tiankeng Mountain. Jiang Yuan and Jiang Nian taught them to read. Because the Northern Jin characters were too complicated, everyone just made up some random characters to play around in private, imitating their ancestors.

It can't be such a coincidence that people from Dongshan Village really moved to Zhongyang County, right?

Jiang Yan studied it carefully again, and the excitement in his heart gradually cooled down. It couldn't be that he was from Dongshan Village.

Compared with the few familiar symbols, there were many more that she had never seen before, and no one in Dongshan Village could match the styles of engraving.

Jiang Yan thought, maybe there really is someone who shares their spiritual connection... What the hell! He didn't know what had happened in Dongshan Village that forced him to exchange the village's secrets.

The vendor stood by, wanting to speak but hesitant. Finally, he couldn't help but ask, "Don't you want to rent one? It's really not expensive."

Jiang Yan thought for a moment, then took out a copper coin and placed it in the vendor's open palm.

Holding a carving knife, she added a few more figures and made-up symbols near the original abstract figure, which meant that her route was unknown, but she was on her way back to her hometown.

Jiang Yan was confident that if she was really from Dongshan Village, she would definitely understand what she meant. If not, it wouldn't matter. Who would care whether a stranger returned home or not?

As for the others, they couldn't understand it at all.

For example, Xiao Niangzi, watching Jiang Yan carefully carving an abstract figurine at the foot of the wall, was eager to try her hand, and soon spent a copper coin to carve an elbow.