"Handsome, then. Lang Shixun took the wood cut in the mountains and threw it to Shi Yingjun, who replaced the thatched roofs that could not shelter the wind and rain with cut wood on the roof.

The moment Shi Yingjun turned around, he saw Shi Zi Hotaru climbing onto the thatched roof.

"Ziying, what are you doing here?" Shi Yingjun looked at this rude and willful Shi Ziying, and shook his head helplessly.

"Cousin, I also want to come up there to see the view, I've never been to the roof. Shi Ziying climbed on the roof, smiled happily from ear to ear, and stretched her waist.

Shi Ziying's feet slipped, and before the quartz jun on the side could hold her, he fell heavily from the fragile thatched roof.

"Are you alright?" everyone looked at Shi Ziying with concern.

Shi Ziying climbed up bravely, without any crying emotions. Patted the dust off his body. looked at the bamboo basket that the Ru sisters were weaving. Ru Qing hid the bamboo basket he was weaving to the side, thinking that this Shi Ziying wouldn't come to learn how to weave a bamboo basket, right?

Shi Ziying picked up the bamboo and began to weave the bamboo basket, but accidentally cut his hand, Shi Ziying pressed the hand slightly scratched by the bamboo piece and pouted.

"I said, can you, the eldest lady, not cause trouble to everyone? At this time, Miss Xia couldn't stand it anymore, so she came over and pulled Shi Ziying over, and let Shi Ziying sit on the bamboo stool on the side, and as soon as she sat on it, the stool collapsed.

"Miss Xia, you ...... Are you still laughing?" Shi Ziying sat on the ground angrily and didn't want to get up, and everyone couldn't help laughing.

"I really didn't mean to. Miss Xia didn't expect that the bamboo stool woven by the Ru sisters would suddenly fall apart.

Ru Qingxin wanted not Shi Ziying to sit on it, but he didn't know whether the stool was stable or not, but fortunately Shi Ziying sat on it, so it was not the two old men who fell, so he re-knitted the bamboo chair and tried to sit on it himself.

Ru Qing and Ru Si went to the mountains again to cut down some bamboo, and then weaved the bamboo into delicate bamboo chairs, the woven bamboo baskets were stacked neatly, and a unique bamboo tube was full of bamboo chopsticks. A large bamboo bed was placed in the house, and the bamboo brush that had just been made for brushing the pot was placed on the stove.

Xia Gongzi cut a large wooden block, cut it squarely, and below it was spliced with four pieces of wood, and a mahogany table was completed in an instant.

The dark and damp house was instantly much more spacious and bright, and the butterflies sewed the clothes worn by the two old men, several sets each in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Miss Xia and the sisters of the Ru family piled up firewood all over the stove, neatly, in a row, this is a firewood that takes a year to burn, they are about to say goodbye to the old man, and no one will take care of the two old people in the future, so they went to the mountain to cut down a pile of firewood for the two old men.

"Is there something missing from this floor?" Shi Ziying said, looking inside the room and pointing to the ground.

"Yes, there's something missing. "Quartz Jun and Lang Shixun went to the mountain to carry the stone slabs, and Xia Gongzi also went with them.

The three of them paved all the floors in the house with stone slabs in one afternoon, and the damp and moldy ground instantly became dry.

Ru Qing hung the freshly woven window bamboo to the window, and after the renovation, Guo Sijiao's home became wide and bright, and the two old men stood under the persimmon tree in front of the door, smiling happily.

Lang Shixun helped Mrs. Guo into the house and sat on the bamboo chair that Rusi had just knitted.

They prepared firewood for the second elder of the Guo family for a year, weaved a vegetable basket that could not be used up for a lifetime, and a mahogany table that could not be used for a lifetime, and sewed clothes that the two old men would wear for the rest of their lives.

The newly made mahogany table, which is filled with steaming meals, is filled with warmth as a large group of people sit around the table to eat.

"Si'er, you eat more. Mrs. Guo fumbled, caught a piece of bamboo shoot, trembling hands, the bamboo shoot was in the middle of the old woman's chopsticks, as if it was about to fall off. Lang Shixun caught the bamboo shoot with a bowl.

"Mother, you should eat more. Lang Shixun put some dishes in the old woman's bowl, and the old woman happily picked up the dishes in the bowl, and the old woman had few teeth left, chewing these dishes with a few sparse teeth.

After dinner, the sky gradually darkened, they stood together under the persimmon tree and counted the stars in the sky, while Mrs. Guo sat on the bamboo chair woven by the Ru sisters and told them the story of the phoenix god.

10,000 years ago, the 13th king of the Feng clan was a woman, the first 12 generations, generations were men, the phoenix god was very beautiful, black wings, red eyeballs, long hair, the Feng clan has a family heirloom: the cormorant clothes, which is a magical dress that can seal and break the seal at the same time.

In a big battle with the ghost clan, both sides were seriously injured, the Feng family was ruined, and the ghost clan's Che Qing gave the phoenix god a spiritual calamity spell, even if the phoenix god was reincarnated and reborn in the future, he would not live to be twenty-three years old on the eighth day of the first day of the first month. As she spoke, Mrs. Guo fell into deep thought, and a tear fell slightly from the corner of her eye.

"Is the woman in the painting hanging on the wall of the Fox King's palace the phoenix god?" When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but think of the woman in the painting of the Fox King's palace like the phoenix god depicted by the old woman.

At this time, Quartz Jun fell into deep thought: the cormorant clothes that my father once asked him to look for turned out to really exist in this other world, and my father has always refused to tell himself, what is the use of looking for this dress? Now after listening to the story told by Mrs. Guo, I know that this dress has the magical effect of breaking the seal.

How could the fox king be involved with the king of the Feng clan? Is the portrait hanging in the palace by the new fox king? Or is it from the previous fox king? If it is as Guo Lao Niang said that it is the phoenix god a long time ago, but how can the new fox king who has not been on the throne for a long time be involved with the phoenix god?

There are also ghost complaints, night killing, and fragrant fragrance, how can they be in the blood gathering mountain? What kind of conspiracy and tricks are the ghost complaints? For a while, it has become a layer of doubts in everyone's hearts.

The early morning sun was scattered throughout Guojia Village, everyone raised their heads and blocked the sunlight in front of them with their hands, looked at the direction of walking towards Fengzu Mountain, and looked at the persimmon tree at the door, and the dew droplets on the persimmon tree at the door slipped on this piece of soil. It's finally time to say goodbye.

They reluctantly said goodbye to the second elder of the Guo family, and Mrs. Guo took Lang Shixun's hand and stuffed a basket of persimmons in the bamboo basket into Lang Shixun's hand. Lang Shixun looked at the two baskets of orange persimmons filled in the bamboo basket, and remembered that Guo Sijiao said that his mother loved to eat persimmons on the persimmon tree at the door, Lang Shixun took the persimmons, and tears moistened his eyes.

"Child, you take it and eat it on the road. When will you come back after you leave? My mother is waiting for you to come back under this persimmon tree. Mrs. Guo took Lang Shixun's hand, and the tears in her eyes had already flowed through her wrinkled cheeks.

"Mother, when the persimmon tree at this door blooms, I will come back. Lang Shixun tears rolled in his eyes, knowing that the old lady Guo in front of him just mistook himself, thinking it was Guo Sijiao, obviously the old lady Guo in front of him was not his biological mother, why did he burst into tears?

Mrs. Guo was blind many years ago and sometimes her brain was a little sluggish, and the only son in the family, Guo Sijiao, was regarded as a baby, and he was reluctant to work in the field at home, Guo Sijiao had a bad heart since he was a child, and he couldn't do heavy work. This time, he regarded Lang Shixun as his son Guo Sijiao.

"Child, I thank you for Si'er, the villagers who came back from Xueju Mountain have already told me that my Si'er ....." Uncle Guo pulled Lang Shixun to the side and chatted alone for a while.

Uncle Guo wiped his tears, and when the villagers came back, he had already told him about Guo Sijiao, he knew that his son Guo Sijiao had died in Xueju Mountain a few days ago, and the Lang Shixun and the other seven people in front of him just didn't want to make the two old men sad, and everyone also saw that Lang Shixun had been immersed in such a warm maternal love, so they didn't mention Guo Sijiao's matter.

The second elder of the Guo family stood under the persimmon tree at the door, looked at their distant backs, and wiped the tears that flowed down.

"Old man, has the persimmon tree at the door bloomed?" Mrs. Guo seemed to have forgotten what she had just said goodbye to Lang Shixun for a moment.

"Old man, take a look, has the persimmon tree at the door bloomed?" asked Mrs. Guo again.

Uncle Guo supported the old woman, and tears kept flowing down his eyes.

"Old woman, the persimmon tree is blooming, I will tell you. ”

In this way, Mrs. Guo would stand under the persimmon tree at the door every day, and ask over and over again every day: "Old man, has the persimmon tree at the door bloomed?"