The three crying krait snakes also saw the excitement here, climbed down from the wall, and the little furball was introduced, now it's okay, these little friends got together, and the human and animal languages were noisy. In the end, it was decided that whoever is taller will be the boss. So there was a strange scene in the courtyard of Renyi, Sun Xiaofeng, Little Maoqiu, Big Tiger and three golden snakes stood straight on the edge of the wall. The end result is: Sun Xiaofeng turned out to be the eldest sister, the big tiger brother ranked second, the second snake brother became the third, and the little hairball became the little one.

Little Furball made a fuss, "I'm not the sixth child, I want to be the fox fairy sister." In the end, it was the little brother of the snake and the little sister of the snake who rested with the demon and changed positions with the little furball, and the little furball became the fourth child and continued to be the fox fairy sister of the little brother and the little sister of the snake.

The fight of this group of friends finally attracted the attention of the villagers, and at this time, a voice sounded from inside the house, "Xiaofeng, who are you playing with?" Come back and go to sleep. Saying that, a woman walked out of the house, and the little hairball looked at it, hey, it was none other than Sun Zhuang's daughter-in-law who it had saved, and now Sun Widow. When Widow Sun saw that there were so many demon beasts surrounding her daughter, and there were snakes, she quickly pulled Sun Xiaofeng back into her arms, nodded and smiled at the little hairball: "Little fox fairy, haven't you rested yet?" What to play? ”

Xiao Maoqiu didn't answer immediately, but shook his head, pointed to the moon in the sky, and then pointed to the three krait snakes beside him before replying: "Just now, I followed my brother to pay homage to their relatives who were slaughtered by Renyi Village." There are only these three left of the Golden Snake clan who have been killed, and now they have revenge, and they should talk about it. ”

Unexpectedly, Xiao Maoqiu's perfunctory words aroused the sadness of Widow Sun, looked at the krait in front of her, and then looked down at her daughter, thinking of Sun Zhuang, who had died, turned her head and covered her face with her hands, and tears couldn't stop flowing out. Sun Xiaofeng looked at her mother stupidly and asked, "What's wrong with you, mother?" ”

When Widow Sun heard her daughter's question, she quickly wiped away her tears, forced a smile, bowed her head and said to Sun Xiaofeng: "It's okay, your fox fairy sister is right, now the revenge has to be avenged, you should talk to the above, let's go, let's go see your father too." When Sun Xiaofeng heard this, he asked in a daze: "Isn't Daddy already .....?" Before she could finish asking, Widow Sun pulled Sun Xiaofeng back into the house.

After a while, Widow Sun pulled out a white cloth from the house, and shouted to Xiaofeng to find a pole, and she herself went to find the chief of the body. Little Maoqiu took a group of demon beasts to help Sun Xiaofeng find a pole more than one person long in the ruins, and the little brother helped hang the white cloth strips.

And the chief of the bodyguard, who was about to rest just now, was pulled out again, looked at the white cloth pole raised high, looked at the orphan and widow, and shook his head at Widow Sun and said, "Don't say anything, you're right, or that group of demon beasts has more heart than us, what do you need?" "This sentence, is it true, Widow Sun also asked stunned? Yes, what do you need to worship in the middle of the night?

So in the courtyard, the chief and the widow Sun were stunned face to face, and they really didn't know what to do. Suddenly, Sun Xiaofeng's voice sounded, "Little fox fairy, you are the smartest, can you tell me?" Little Maoqiu thought to himself, how do I know about this, but seeing that several people are staring at him, he can't be cowardly. So the little furball player pinched his chin, pretended to be pensive, and paced back and forth in the courtyard, what should he do? After walking around twice, I thought forget it, let's deal with it because of the ugliness.

Thinking of this, Xiao Maoqiu looked at the chief and said: "It's late today, wait for tomorrow, and the village is not the widow Sun's family is victimized, tomorrow I will find other families who are also persecuted by this Renyi village, each family brings this white strip, the chief of the guard, you see how many families there are?" ”

When the chief of the security guard heard this, he smiled bitterly, "How much?" He pointed to the courtyard wall around him with his finger and said: "Look, just to build this Renyi Village, at least seventy or eighty people died in our village, and you can see which courtyard wall is built with bricks and stones, which is built with the blood and bones of the villagers!" At this, the chief of the security guard became excited, and his words also attracted the attention of the other villagers, and everyone opened the door and looked here, wondering what was going on?

The chief turned his head, wiped away his tears, and pointed to the villagers around him who were watching the excitement, "Little Fox Fairy, you are right, you should let everyone worship together, and you don't need to count how many households, because every family has suffered from those rabbit cubs." Those who are out of the house have no choice, but they were also villagers in the past, and there are descendants to worship together, they are all surnamed Sun, no matter how they are all relatives, it is not to let you kowtow one more time. ”

Xiao Maoqiu looked at the more and more people in the courtyard, everyone had tears in their eyes, yes, it seemed that they were all bitter masters, "But how many people are going to be worshiped here, and who are they?" There should always be a directory, right? As soon as these words were asked, everyone was a little dumbfounded, and Widow Sun said: "Everyone knows the name, but there is no such list, our village is poor, few people can read and write, and those who can write their names are considered to have university questions, so there is no village tree or anything at all." ”

The chief looked at the little hairball and said: "Little fox fairy, I remember that you can read and write, or help us make up a village tomorrow, while the villagers still remember, how about Ming'er make up a village tree for our village?" ”

The little hairball was a little dumbfounded when he heard it, and thought, isn't it, I only know some words here, and I can barely write if I write, but I've never done this kind of thing, and I regret it in my heart. Now I just can't talk about it. But looking at everyone's hopeful eyes, he gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and said impassionedly to the chief of security, "I don't know how to make up books!" ”

The chief waved his hand, "Hey, whoever asked you to make up a book, just write a village tree, who's called, who is the son, who is the daughter, when was born, how simple it is." "As soon as the little hairball heard it, it was over, this was put on the set, and I couldn't push it if I wanted to.

But think about it again, how do you write it these days? So he threw this question to the chief of the body, and the chief wanted to say, just use the name of the big Liao year, but he discussed it with the little hairball in a whisper, but it didn't work, why? Xiao Maoqiu said: "This Da Liao, every emperor will have his own year name, and it will change often, I can't count it." ”

Someone didn't know if it was fun, and said, "Then use the troll's year name." As soon as this sentence came out, the little hairball really wanted to shoot him to death with a brick, but the chief turned around and stared at the man with his eyes and shouted: "With the troll's year name, do you want everyone to go to the vegetable market with you to ask for a knife?" The guy was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak anymore.

But this problem still has to be solved, the chief said to the little furball: "Why don't we use any of us, just think of a simple one?" ”

But looking at everyone's eyes, the little furball thought, obediently, it all depends on what I do, isn't it what you said if you think of a simple one? Don't look at me if you think for yourself. This, oops, the little furball is now eager to find a crack in the ground and get into it directly, can I disappear? Ah! This group of hillbillies didn't understand anything, and I still wanted to rely on them to have food and clothing at the beginning, but it seems that this idea is too unreliable.

While the little furball was thinking wildly, Sun Xiaofeng's crisp voice rang out, "How about just using your own birthday as the start date, Little Fox Fairy?" If you are bigger than you, it will be called xx years ago, and if you are younger than you, it will be called xx years later, anyway, you will write it, and write it according to your birthday, you must be able to calculate it accurately, right? ”

When the chief of the security guard heard this, he patted his thigh, "That's right, or our Xiaofeng will come up with an idea, I think it's good." Oh, by the way, at the beginning of your birthday, write a day of the Great Liao calendar, it is considered to deal with an errand, in case the group of officials see it, point it out to them, if you want to calculate, let them calculate it themselves, I think it's good, what do you say, little fox fairy? ”

When Xiao Maoqiu heard this, his mouth was more uncomfortable than eating bitter melon, and he thought, Sister Xiaofeng, you are really my sister, you are too good at coming up with ideas, and now there is no reason to shirk it, and then look at the dozens of people in front of him, as well as the five or six hundred people in this village that the chief said at the beginning, obediently, if the names of these people, children and grandchildren are written clearly, with this bit of ink in his stomach, it is estimated that he will write it to the next century.

The little furball wondered if they were using child labor. The chief didn't say anything when he saw the little furball, thinking that it agreed, so he said, "Okay, let's use the little fox fairy's birthday as the starting date, so what should this be called?" ”

When the chief said yes, the little furball was awakened from his thoughts, and then listened to the chief's question, the little furball thought, what is it called? It's just called "hairball resentment", and it just said it when it thought so. But in the ears of the chief of the body, it was "the first year of the hairball",

Cheng," the chief of the baochang clapped, "The first year of the hairball is very good, at least this name has nothing to do with the trolls, the Later Tang Dynasty, and the Spirit Clan, let's use the first year of the hairball to calculate the time." "When the little hairball heard it, I really wanted to slap my mouth on the spot, I have a stinky mouth, what are you doing with this stubble, it's over, it's over, I'm selling cute treasures this time It's a breakthrough into a new realm, what realm, the realm of 10,000 years.

Finally finalized the matter of this village tree, the chief of the security guard waved his hand, "Okay, it's late enough today, let's talk about it tomorrow, let's go back to the house and sleep first." ”

Under the double blow of writing the village tree and the first year of the hairball, the little hairball was dragged back to the house by the big tiger brother and the three snakes in despair. The old black eagle, who was still recuperating in the house just now, has now returned to its former demeanor, and this time it is the turn of the little furball to squat silently to the side and think about it. What is this called, thirty years in the east of the river and thirty years in the west of the river. Alas, this didn't even have the kung fu of three incense sticks, why did it become Hexi. The black eagle teased it several times, but it pulled it away, and said angrily: "Excuse me, don't pay attention to me." ”

When the king of Nanlu saw the appearance of the little hairball, he hurriedly rushed over, and after enlightening for a long time, he finally understood what was going on. The dumb tiger and the house finch listened, "Alas, such a little thing, what do you like to call, I think the first year of the hairball is very good, besides, you look at it, you are very knowledgeable here, who of us can write, you write slowly, I see that there are a lot of things in this yard?" Just find it out and write it for them. Anyway, you don't have nothing to do, don't rush to write slowly. ”