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"Li Yuanfeng!"

"Ren Yue'er!"

"Let's talk about the world!"

"The Ye family in Pinggu County!"

In the dizziness, Li Moyi seemed to hear many shouts.

"Pinggu County!"

Soon, Li Mo let out a low snort, then opened his glasses and woke up.

He clearly remembered the moment he fainted, what he thought. This time he came to talk about the world differently than the previous two times, this time with a mission.

There was a little snow in the sky.

As soon as Li Mo stood up and looked around, it was snow-white, and he saw an uncle with cattle on the field not far away.

"Uncle, how to get to Pinggu County?"

The uncle seemed to be a little deaf, ignored Li Moyi's question, and continued to lead the cow silently.

"Uncle!! Do you know where Pinggu County is? Li Moyi raised his voice.

The uncle was stunned, and looked back at Li Moyi, who was dressed as a scholar, "No, more than ten miles, the footsteps will be almost an hour away." The uncle stretched out his hand and pointed in a direction.

Li Mo looked in the direction that the uncle pointed to, a majestic mountain blocked his view, climb this mountain? He couldn't afford to be half tired to death.

"Uncle, can you use this ox cart to give me a ride......" Li Mo stretched out his hand and arched his fist.

"Huh? What do you say? Two steamed buns take you to Pinggu County? Howler! The uncle's face was overjoyed, and he didn't know if he had heard it wrong.

Li Moyi knew that in this famine era, food was more attractive than money, and the yellow-skinned old man in front of him seemed to have been hungry for several days, so he didn't refuse directly, and got on the ox cart to Pinggu County with the uncle.

This road is really bumpy, Li Moyi couldn't stop shaking his head in Chinatown, but he was indeed a little happy in his heart, and then returned to the world of chatting and returning to the Ye family in Pinggu County, I don't know why, he had a trace of expectation in his heart. Li Mo tightened the cotton robe on his body.

"Uncle, I'm out and about, I don't remember the day, it's snowing so cold today, what is the number?"

"Sir, today is the 22nd of August, and it will be the seventh day of the Midyear Festival."

"It's going to snow in August?"

"It's a weird place, and it's not uncommon for it to snow in August."

Li Moyi said casually.

Seven days, seven days have passed since the last time he disappeared from the Ye family.

……

Soon, the ox cart traveled to the territory of Pinggu County.

The sky began to darken, and Li Moyi finally came to the gate of the Ye family in Pinggu County.

Li Mo was dressed in a sunny cotton robe, with a stubble on his face, hungry and thin. But a pair of big eyes are bright.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, the white dog barked at him, and the dog's eyes were full of human-like wonder and joy.

"Who..."

Yue'er looked back, and when she saw the people in the courtyard, she burst into tears with joy, and hurriedly put down the work in her hand and ran over to drive away the cold and warmth, and the white dog wagged its tail and barked happily.

Facing the enthusiasm of the little girl and the big white dog, Li Moyi's body was really unable to cope with it. He shivered into the house and leaned against the fire to keep warm. After a little longer, he will have to freeze to death!

Li Mo looked back at the uncle, the white-haired uncle was standing in the snow, waiting a little anxiously and stomping his feet. It's freezing like a grandson.

"Yue'er, there are two steamed buns at home, it's cold, go and give them to the uncle?"

"Okay childe!"

"Here comes the water, Childe."

A fresh breeze blows into the room.

Facing the bronze mirror, Li Moyi looked at the snowflakes on his head. He reached out and probed the water and said, "The water is just right." Will you memorize the ancient poem I taught you last time?"

"I memorized them." Yue'er smiled and put her little hand into the hot water. "The white hair floats in the green water, and the red anthurium plucks the clear waves. Right, Childe! ”

"I'll teach you another song later." Li Mo said while washing his face. Yue'er helped him wash his neck.

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be ......" muttered softly, Li Mo wiped his face, put the towel on Yue'er's hand, and went out to see the snow outside.

The weather is getting colder and colder. The water they eat is melted snow from the yard.

Fortunately, there is still food left at home.

However, at nightfall, Li Moyi was worried that Yue'er was sick and asked her to live with him. But the pillow is not the same, foot to foot. At night, the white dog sleeps by the small fire.

Before going to bed at night, Li Moyi told Yue'er and the white dog stories about the fox demon......

...

Li Mo looked at the snowflakes falling from the sky one by one, returned to the house, and saw Yue'er sitting on a small bench soaking her feet and scrubbing her body, only a pink rag.

"Close the door, Childe."

"Oh, oh." Li Mo closed the door with his hand, thinking, "At this time, should I go out?" Just as he was about to get out of the way, he heard whistles and banging at the funeral.

"Seven days...... Today is my first seventh, isn't it?"

"Childe is not dead yet, where did the first seven come from." Yue'er looked back and smiled, and suddenly understood what he meant! Since the last time Li Mo pretended to be a demon and scared away Father Liu and Liu San, today is exactly the seventh day.

According to local customs, Li Moyi was going to be buried.

"Ahh It must have been Liu's father's idea again. They thought that Li Moyi was dead that day, and then they were frightened by Li Moyi, who was pretending to be a ghost. Now that the first seven have passed, they want to bury Li Moyi.

"I'm going to tell them that Yue'er has been married to Gongzi, and her body is not complete."

"Wait!" Li Moyi was surprised, he understood the first half of the sentence, and the second half was confused, "You say...... When did it happen?"

"What's the matter with that child...... I don't know?" Yue'er blushed and lowered her head. "Yue'er and Childe slept together last night. I heard the neighbor's six wives say that if a man sleeps with a woman, the woman is considered to be in debt. Yue'er is young, she doesn't dare to be a wife, she doesn't dare to be a concubine, she only dares to be a son's maid. ”

Li Moyi understood why Yue'er didn't avoid scrubbing her body in front of him. He wanted to explain, but he was afraid that something stupid would happen.

Li Moyi scratched his nose with a smile. "I really don't understand if you don't say it. I know what you're thinking. "Yue'er just wiped the chill off her body and lay down in the warm quilt." You shouldn't have said this to me as a stranger. After all, it's a big deal. ”

Yue'er listened, her heart was warm, sweet, and she nodded happily: "Childe is still thoughtful, Yue'er almost disturbed Childe's reputation as a scholar." Is Childe going to pretend to be a demon this time?"

"No, pretending to be a demon is just a stopgap measure, and if it's really him this time, I have to be prepared. I can tease these two people in the open. ”

At this time, Li Mo smiled and asked the white dog to go out together.

Outside the courtyard, as Yue'er guessed.

Seeing that the coffin, shroud, and funeral team were ready, Liu's father stood at the door with Liu San and knocked on the door and shouted: "Yue'er, your third brother has come to give Li Gongzi a funeral."

There was also a young Taoist priest standing beside them, looking at the 14-year-old, 5-year-old, and 6-year-old Tsing Yi Taoist priests, holding a peachwood sword.

This Taoist priest is called "Yat Immortal". On weekdays, he relies on exorcism and funerals to make a living.

But the heavy snow in the last seven days has broken the business in front of him, and Yixian has not eaten for the past few days, relying on his own qi and blood to support.

When I went to the city today to buy something, buy some rice noodles or something, I happened to be bumped into by Liu's father and asked him to go to the funeral.

Last time, Liu's father and Liu San were shocked, but after a serious illness, their faces turned blue. The old bustard of Yangchun Courtyard gave them a trick, telling him "a hundred ways to outwit from hard robbery to outwitting". simply spent some money to give Li Gongzi a funeral, and then Yue'er naturally left him.

Even if Yue'er is unwilling, he has a valid reason.

When Liu San has played enough, he can exchange one hundred taels of silver at Yangchun Courtyard, and he will not suffer a loss.

After hearing this, Liu's father felt reasonable, and he took out the coffin book he had saved for twenty silver and bought a coffin. Li Moyi, who had accurately calculated, passed the first seven today, invited the funeral team to play the drums, and prepared to be a good person.

...

"Wang, Wang......"

"Dog, dog, dog, there's someone in there!"

"Big brother, it must have come out that month."

Liu San squeezed the crack in the door with a sad face and looked inside the door to observe, but he didn't see whether it was a man or a woman, and Liu's father pushed it by. Prepare to force the door open.

This father Liu was more anxious than Liu San, he bent down and secretly glanced inside the door, with a smile on his face, just when he was about to slam the door......

Li Moyi stretched out his hand and opened the door.

Suddenly, the play stopped, the mourners froze, Liu San looked at it, and was so frightened that his bones suddenly shrank, his hands and feet were numb, and his face was pale.

The alley was quiet, and the howling wind seemed to blow up from the yellow spring, blowing on people's blue-gray faces, panicking!

Father Liu fell to the ground in fright and shouted: "The corpse has changed!" The corpse has changed! The corpse has changed!!Someone is coming!! ”

With a shout, the few people who carried the coffin pulled their legs and were about to leave, and they took Liu San and Liu's father to roll and crawl together and hide behind the little Taoist.

"Zombies?"

Yixian looked at them, and then looked at Li Moyi who was smiling at the door.

Although he is not a good Taoist, the shemale can still tell the difference. Li Mo's face was ruddy and bloody. A pair of clear eyes, not a demon.

As soon as Li Mo saw that the little Taoist priest was fourteen or six years old, he stared at him with a peachwood sword.

"Your Excellency?" After the little Taoist priest used the strange gesture, his stomach growled. The little Taoist priest said that he was teased.

"Xiaosheng Li Moyi."

The source of the title of scholar is very saying, the literati are very particular about this world, and when they see officials, gentry, Taoist priests, and monks, they are not called 'I', they should be called Xiaosheng.

"I'm sorry, little Taoist, who are you mourning for? Why did you get to my house?"

"This ......"

Yixian Little Taoist broke out in a cold sweat and looked at Father Liu, "He said that he bumped into the soul of Gongzi a few days ago, and he was afraid that Gongzi's corpse would change, so he asked me to come to the funeral together." Yixian mistakenly believed the slander, please forgive Childe! ”

"In the eyes of the little Taoist, am I dead or alive?" Li Mo smiled and looked at these two "shrewd" people with his empty eyes. Li Moyi said slowly: "Seven days ago, these two people broke into my house with malicious intent. I really thought that the little one was dying!"

"Liu San, last time I saw you kindly deliver medicine, I didn't sue you. This time, you carried the coffin to the funeral again, humiliated the protégés of the court in front of everyone, and rushed into the yamen to eat the board?"

"According to the law, insulting a scholar is a serious crime, punishable by thirty at least and expelled from his hometown!"

"I'll give you another chance. It's not too late for you to go. ”

"Gongzi Xie, Gongzi Xie!" Liu's father was soaked, his face was dripping with cold sweat, and he hurriedly asked someone to carry the coffin and roll out of the alley.

...

Li Mo knew that he could only stay in this chatting world for one day. This time he was supposed to change the ending of the story, but he didn't get his wish by coincidence, Li Mo couldn't bear it, but he knew that in this story, Yue'er was already dead.

"Hiss~ It's over, why didn't you control yourself?" Li Moyi gritted his teeth and muttered to himself in the courtyard.

Changing the outcome comes with consequences.

After the little Taoist priest and his party left, an old woodcutter came outside, who was carrying a load of firewood and selling wood.

He asked Yue'er to give him two steamed buns in exchange for a cart of firewood, and asked him to bring a cart of wood every day from now on. Delivered to his home. The old woodcutter is very grateful, in the year of famine, grain is worth more than money.