Li Muyang asked in surprise, "Is it the uncle of a fellow mother?"

Wen Bilian nodded slightly embarrassed, "Well, my own uncle"

Li Muyang pondered for a moment and sighed, "Don't be sad, it's too normal, now in this world, if you recognize you, you are a relative, if you don't recognize you, you are nothing."

Wen Bilian nodded yes. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Well, I'm in charge, can you settle down here and buy a field? We can buy a piece of land to bury your father, and when you have the conditions in the future, you can move him out and put him in a good cemetery. ”

"Childe, this land is not allowed to be bought and sold privately, if you are caught, you will have to suffer from prison" Wen Bilian has not thought about this road, but she can't go this way!

He thought about it and decided again, "Then go to a farmer with a field, let's discuss it with others, borrow their field and let people help with the burial, it doesn't matter how much silver you have, you can come back to pay tribute in the future Qingming or winter clothes, it is much better than throwing it in this mass grave, throw it here, even if you want to pay tribute, you can't find the bones"

"I read your benevolence and filial piety to stop you, if you don't want to, you can also be buried in this mass grave, let's go find a cleaner place to bury him"

"Thank you for the kindness of the son, the slave father is blessed, the straw mat is shrouded, there is an inch of place to bury, and I dare not climb high"

Li Muyang's eyes were like torches, "You really think so?"

Wen Bilian's eyes were a little evasive, as a child, who can bear to say, it's okay, I think this mass grave is good, suitable for him to live in the Yin House, she wants her father to enter the ground as soon as possible and doesn't want to add to the trouble.

She has followed her father since she was a child, not to mention knowing people like a torch, and distinguishing people with fire eyes, this observation is still transparent, the son is not a local, he has bags and clothes stained with dust, and the doll in his arms does not cry or make trouble, obviously has adapted to running around for a long time.

Wen Bilian thinks that she has no talent and no appearance, how to make her son fall in love, lest it be better to bury her early if there is an accident, she is speechless with her mind turned around, she is wondering if she can fight for it, if she can be buried in the field, it will be better.

"Okay, follow me" Li Muyang turned around and pulled the plank away, Wen Bilian followed closely with the doll, and the figure moving forward became tall in her eyes, the icing on the cake was not disliked, and the charcoal in the snow was unforgettable.

Li Muyang pulled the corpse back to make trouble, the street people avoided one after another, he turned around and saw that the grass mat had opened between the running, and some pale and blue heads leaked out, Wen Bixia was panting and chasing the child not far away.

He stepped forward to cover the straw mat, the pedestrians pointed, and Li Muyang silently glanced at the person he was waiting for.

"Why did this stupid boy come back again, and the mass grave was full so quickly?"

"What the hell? You know?"

"Hey, why are you so forgetful? Isn't there a woman on Huiyuan Road who sells herself to bury her father?

"Selling oneself to bury one's father?

"But no, there is nothing in these years, there is an old saying, what birds are not when the forest is big, what is rare to have one or two strange birds"

"Lao Hetou is worthy of being a showman, and he is the first to talk about it"

"Hahahaha, I dare not be ashamed, I dare not be ashamed"

"Stinky boy, my mother asked you to sell noodles in batches, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, mother, don't fight, don't fight, someone is pulling the dead body, let me see"

"Blind you, what is there to see the dead body? It's not too bad luck, we are unlucky enough, but we must not go down again, you have to go, don't sell it, come back with me, I will give you a willow branch to go to bad luck." ”

"Mother, I've been swollen by you, and my body is full of blood and I haven't turned over, don't beat me up, why don't you try it with mugwort water?"

"Hmph, I don't dare that since your dead ghost father is gone, we are getting worse and weaker, first the old Tan family ignores my one-acre and three-third land boundary, then Qiaoxina's divorce, and you haven't even been admitted to the scholar's examination, what do you let your mother say about you?"

Li Muyang found the person he was looking for, and after Wen Bilian caught up, he asked Wen Bilian to wait here, and he went back as soon as he went, chasing after the mother and son, "Please wait a while." ”

"Mother, it seems that someone is calling us from behind"

"It's okay Zhuangzi, let's ignore him"

"Oh, good drop mother, mother! Cuicui she doesn't follow me, I can't help it, we don't have the blessing to marry Cuicui, alas, mother, what do you say we do?"

"Your mother and I are old, child! You can do it yourself! I can't be with you for the rest of my life, I, a person who is about to bury the loess in my neck, will kick my legs when I say that I will kick my legs, and my mother can't rest assured that you can't rest assured! ”

Li Muyang chased after him, "Two, I can help solve the predicament of the two, and ask the two of you to repay Qiong Yao with a peach"

Wu Zhuang looked at him suspiciously, "Ah, aren't you the one who asked me to help pull up the dead body? I can tell you that I won't help you, this thing is unlucky."

"This son, you said you can help our Wu family get out of the predicament? I don't know what you can do?" The old woman is also desperate, what is unlucky, as long as she can make her son hungry, she is willing to try.

Li Muyang took out a piece of broken silver from his arms and handed it to Wu Zhuang and his mother, "This is a deposit, help me bury people first, and then I'll tell you the follow-up"

Wu Zhuang asked angrily, "What do you do?"

The old woman took the silver tattoo, "What should you do?" cold salad, what did you say, burial, you said, our family Wu Zhuang has stupid strength. ”

"That's right, please help bury the one I pulled in your field, how much silver, you speak, I don't buy the field, you can still farm, what I want is a house that can bury people. ”

"How much silver is out?" the old woman pressed the joy in her heart, her confirmation could not be empty of joy, this would be sad if the bamboo basket fetched water.

"That's right, as long as you're willing to make room and promise not to touch it, I'll do as much as you want."

"Wu Zhuang, how much gift money does Cuicui want?"

"Mother, Ren Cuicui wants ten taels of silver! Let's forget it!"

The old woman cleared her throat, "You also heard it in the afterlife, I want ten taels of silver, and I have a wish to die, I want to see my baby start a family." ”

Li Muyang agreed to the old woman's request, "Ten taels will be ten taels, please help pull it to your field"

"Childe, are you here to do it yourself? We will tell you where the fields are at home, and we really don't want to touch this bad luck. ”

Li Muyang couldn't see these fools in his heart: "I'm done myself, who will I give the silver taels?"

If you can't come back, you will find a place to live in a mess, but you can't talk to those who don't do their jobs properly.

"Mother," Wu Zhuang, a seven-foot man, cried.

"Ahem, I said that you two are really, and it's not a death parting, it's the same as not coming back to die generously, don't worry! I don't make money and I don't kill people, I just want to help bury people, so that he can be buried in peace." ”

"Childe, I've wanted to ask for a long time, is the person on the wooden board Ling?"

"It's my maid's father"