"The dead are coming home!"

When these words came out of the little widow's mouth, the villagers were in an uproar, and some of them were already frightened. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

If it comes out of someone else's mouth, the villagers may think that they are talking nonsense and skip it. But this little widow is different, there are some strange past events in it.

The little widow's name is Yang Aimei, she married to Mengjiazhuang at the age of nineteen, and her husband digs coal in a coal kiln.

But one day during the day, Yang Aimei was sitting under a persimmon tree, doing some needlework with a group of mothers-in-law in the village, and suddenly foamed at the mouth and convulsed on the ground.

"The man is dead and is coming back. ”

Strangely enough, his man's ashes were sent to the village that afternoon, and it turned out that there was a mining accident.

After this incident, the villagers all said that her mouth was evil and they all avoided her, and she rarely came out to show her face, and kept hiding at home.

I didn't expect something to happen tonight.

The villagers carried the little widow to Meng Qingshan's house, Meng Qingshan checked it, and determined that it was a contusion of muscles and bones, and after treatment, he did not lose his life.

But her house collapsed after all, and there was nowhere to go, and under the mediation of the village chief, she imagined letting this little widow live in Meng Qingshan's house. The doctor's parents are hearted, Meng Qingshan is not easy to refuse, his family can really vacate a room, so he agreed, and the villagers carried the little widow over.

This little widow Meng Fan also knows, she looks quite handsome, and she can be regarded as a woman who can impress at a glance.

When he got home, he saw the little widow lying at home, and asked his father about the situation, but he had no opinion.

The little widow knew that she was troublesome to the Meng family, and her mouth was sweet, and when she saw Meng Fan, she called her brother, everything was normal, and she didn't seem to remember that she had said that the dead man was going home.

The next day, although it didn't rain, the sky was still covered with heavy clouds, and it was a cloudy day, and it might rain again. Meng Fan wanted to repair the two broken paper figures, but he couldn't find suitable materials for a while, so he planned to use them and survive the farming.

Then, he sat up cross-legged, after all, he had just broken through to the second level of Condensation, and he still needed to consolidate it in order to deal with the matter of harvesting corn for the villagers at night, after all, more than thirty acres of land, the consumption of true qi was huge, and he didn't know if he could hold it up.

It is also because of the corn harvesting that the Meng family is lively today, and a lot of people come to the door.

The first to come was the neighbor Lao Wang, in the yard, he went straight to Meng Qingshan to stuff a basket of steaming meat buns, then rubbed his hands, and said a little embarrassed: "I know that my eldest nephew loves to eat meat buns, so he got up early in the morning and steamed a pot, and the buns made by my mother-in-law are famous in the village." Also, Lao Meng, we have been neighbors for many years, and there are some things you don't want to take to heart. ”

"What's the matter?" This old king had nothing to do, which made Meng Qingshan vigilant.

"Hey!" Lao Wang sighed and said with self-reproach, "My cow was ...... two days ago Got a cold...... Yes, I had a cold and couldn't do heavy work, so I said something unpleasant, that ...... Neither was my intention. ”

"What am I? Meng Qingshan waved his hand, not at all concerned, "You don't need to work, there is no son's robot here, farm work is trivial." ”

"Hey, hey. As soon as Lao Wang heard the three words of the robot, his eyes brightened, "It's good to have a robot, you see, it rained heavily all night, the corn has fallen down, the road surface has been washed out, my ox cart can't go, I still have two acres of land confiscated, Lao Meng...... You see......"

"Hmm?" Meng Qingshan didn't expect Lao Wang to be waiting for him here, "I have to ask my son about this." ”

"Okay, okay. Lao Wang nodded hurriedly, "I have already signed up for the village chief, and I have paid the money according to the rules, I mean can you harvest my family's corn first, it will not be good if it rots in the ground." ”

"Take a look. Meng Qingshan did not directly agree.

"The meat bun is marinated meat, salty and fragrant, tsk......" Lao Wang said and looked into the house, "You can eat two for the sister who loves eyebrows, just say that I gave it to ......."

Lao Wang Wu rubbed himself for a while, and saw that Meng Qingshan didn't like to take care of him anymore, so he left.

Unexpectedly, Lao Wang just left, the dead Zhang carpenter's son Zhang Chungeng came again, and brought the tools to do wood work, he was in his twenties, he looked very simple, and he didn't like words very much, he called Meng Qingshan uncle, and helped Meng Qingshan repair the dilapidated recliner without saying a word, and it seemed that he was still unfinished after repairing it, and walked to the house again, all the wooden furniture, all knocked and beat, and finally saw that there was really nothing to repair, so he was stunned and said: "Uncle, I'll help you make another stool." ”

"Spring ploughing, you...... If you have something to say, just say it. Meng Qingshan patted Zhang Chungeng's shoulder, and said very distressedly, "The bed at home is made by your father, what a good craftsmanship, but it's a pity that your father ......."

"Uncle ......" Zhang Chungeng is an honest man, and he doesn't seem to be very good at asking for help, and said in a weak tone, "The corn has fallen into the ground, and it will rot if you don't harvest it, I want Brother Meng Fan to help you......"

"No problem, I'll tell Meng Fan. ”

Meng Qingshan readily agreed, and was about to tell Meng Fan, but he didn't expect Meng Fan to come out by himself at this time.

"Brother Spring Ploughing. Meng Fan also looked embarrassed, "Do you have any sturdy wood on hand, can you lend me a few?"

"Yes. Zhang Chungeng nodded, without saying a word, turned his head and left, and after a while, he came back with a bundle of wood and carefully put it on the ground, "Is this enough, the high-quality peach wood is not enough at home." ”

"Enough. Meng Fan saw that it was peach wood, his eyes lit up, and he picked up two with a smile and walked into the house, peach wood is also called dragon wood, ghost horror wood, is the most widely used material to drive away ghosts and avoid evil spirits, use this to strengthen the paper man, it is considered to make the best use of things.

"Brother Meng Fan......" Zhang Chungeng asked again worriedly.

"Don't worry. Meng Fan carried the wood and went back to the house happily.

"Thanks!"

Zhang Chungeng grinned when he heard this, he had always been honest, and a rare smile appeared on his face.

After Meng Qingshan sent Zhang Chungeng away, many villagers came to the house, and they all carried things, which were not very valuable, most of them were eggs, walnuts, potatoes, and peanuts...... The first category is more common in farmers. There are so many that the family is almost overwhelmed.

Looking at these things, Meng Qingshan took a deep breath, and a feeling of pride sprouted from his heart.

Although he has a good reputation in the village and has received gifts from patients, he has never seen such a large-scale gift-giving scene, and those people not only gave gifts, but also were quite polite and respectful to him, which made him suddenly have a feeling that he was a big official.

This kind of glory, even the village chief, can't dream of it!

Of course, there were also people who came empty-handed, their eyes were full of doubts, and they didn't seem to have much confidence in Meng Fan's robot, but when they saw the corn piled up like a hill in the courtyard of the Meng family, they couldn't help but believe it, and turned around and brought a gift over, and they didn't allow Meng Qingshan not to accept it, so they stuffed it into his arms.

"Glorious lintel wow!"

Meng Qingshan couldn't help but admire, and he had long forgotten the disappointed and angry mood he felt when he saw Meng Fan studying the booklet of the paper-making people.

Just when he sighed to himself, he didn't expect that the village chief also came, still carrying things in his hands...... (To be continued.) (To be continued.) )