In the middle of a clearing in the village, there is a large bonfire, around which the villagers sit. There were not many people in the village, about a dozen families, fifty or sixty people.

The meat dripped into the fire under the scorching flames, making a crackling sound, and the aroma of meat suddenly filled the surroundings. Looking at the roasted wild boar, with the oil on it, the villagers took a bite of it, crispy and crispy, and served it with a mouthful of home-brewed rice wine. Unspeakable enjoyment.

The children frolicked around the fire with the meat in their hands.

Old Uncle Yang had a drunken faintness on his face, and said to an old man in his fifties beside the fire with a smile: Old man Mo, your little Mo'er has a future, she is so brave and capable at a young age, what do you think of my second child? My second child was also born with a good skin, but it's a pity! Where did Lord Yama cast the wrong baby and cast it into our poor little mountain village. Your Xiaomo is also likable, and the two children are not young. How about I tell my girl a matchmaker?

Old man Mo was dressed in a long robe, with an elegant face, the image of a teacher, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground at the moment, with a jar of rice wine on the ground, holding a knife in his hand and cutting meat, he rolled up his sleeves and smiled slightly:

Let me start by saying that you know what the conditions of our village are, and you don't want to open your mouth wide for the bride price.

When Uncle Yang heard this, he knew that things were right.

Uncle Yang looked at more than a dozen young men in this village, none of them were worthy of their own girls, either rough and reckless, or crooked melons and cracked dates, except for the old man Mo's Xiaomo and the old cigarette butt's Xiaoran, but Xiaoran's face was also good-looking, but he looked too honest.

Only Xiaomo not only has a handsome face, but also is clever and courageous. I followed him, and I couldn't afford to lose.

Uncle Yang nodded and said, "Then that's it!" As he spoke, he waved his hand and shouted to a girl not far from the fire: "Erya, come here!"

This girl named Erya has eyebrows like green feathers, muscles like snow, waist like bundles, and teeth like shellfish. Yan Ran smiled, very sweet. Although he was wearing simple clothes, he couldn't hide the youthful vitality and moving that exuded from his body. A pair of beautiful embryos, it's amazing to grow up.

The girl named Erya came over and shouted, "Hello Uncle Village, what are you calling me to do, Dad?"

Lao Motou was an official outside in the early years, and was slandered by traitors, so he simply resigned and came to this small mountain village, and everyone thought that he was educated, a scholar and an official, so they elected him to be the head of the village.

He only came out to preside over any major event in the village. Everyone built a school together, and they usually teach children to read and write in the school. Although he is the village chief, everyone still likes to call him Lao Motou,

Uncle Yang looked at his daughter and said: "Old Motou, look at my daughter-in-law, you can make a lot of money as a daughter-in-law, and the young people in the village don't care?"

When Erya heard her old father's words, her face suddenly flushed slightly, and she didn't know where to put her little hands, her hands were behind her back, her head was lowered, and her fingers kept scratching each other behind her back.

Hahaha! Old man Mo laughed twice, turned his head and shouted: Mo'er, come here, Dad has something to tell you.

Xiao Ran pushed the young man sitting next to him and said, "Brother Mo, your father called you!"

The boy had a stick of grass in his mouth, and he was struggling with a knife to pick a leg bone.

The boy looked up at the fire, put down what he was holding, got up and walked over.

Dad, what are you calling me? What about my mother? Why didn't I see her!) Xiaomo asked his father.

Old Man Mo replied: Your mother, she is washing meat with your aunts over there! Leave her alone, I'll tell you something!

What's the matter, Dad!!!

Lao Motou looked at Erya and said: Xiaomo, I just told your Uncle Yang, let's marry Erya to you, how about it?

When Xiaomo heard this, he said with black lines on his face: Dad, I'm still young, and I don't want to get married yet.

Old Uncle Yang suddenly asked: Xiaomo, do you think my second girl is not worthy of you!

Xiaomo didn't have time to explain, but the old Mo suddenly said with a bad face: Since ancient times, the order of parents and the words of matchmakers. In a few days, I asked a matchmaker to go to Uncle Yang's house and said, "That's it, okay!"

Xiaomo looked at Erya on the side, and Erya lowered her head shyly.

Xiao Mo's big name is Mo Linyuan, he was not originally from this world, he thought he was dead three years ago, but he didn't expect to be reborn in this world and become the second generation of officials in this small mountain village, so he is also a village chief when he becomes a father!

It's not that Mo Linyuan doesn't like Erya, but his thinking stays in his own world, how can a fifteen-year-old get married. I thought of it again, others crossed over, and the beginning was either a miracle or an artifact, and no matter how bad it was, there was a portable grandfather. And what about himself? I didn't have a dog at the beginning.

I have been groping in this world for three years, but I have not found anything, I have touched my own ancestral hall, and I have visited the ravines and cliffs a few times, but I have found nothing. In the end, Mo Linyuan reluctantly accepted the facts.

Living a dull life like this is much more comfortable than licking blood from the knife every day in the previous life.

In his previous life, Mo Linyuan was a killer, he never missed, and he was accidentally reborn here after missing his hand in a mission.

Well, it's not bad to have such a beautiful daughter-in-law, at least when she grows up, it's also a disaster. Mo Linyuan thought in his heart, and secretly enjoyed.

This bonfire barbecue tossed for a long night, and everyone cleaned up and went home to rest, after all, they still have to work in the fields tomorrow.