Splendid peasant girl busy farming

"Dad, don't scare me, this place doesn't look like someone's home..."

Kang Xiaozi glanced around quietly. Everything he touched within his sight range made him flinch. He quickly retracted his sight and lowered his head, not daring to look around again.

Yang Huazhou shook his head: "Fourth brother, get up and take a closer look, see where this is!"

Yang Huaming sat up and looked around.

"Oh my god!"

He yelled, his body slipped and he fell down again.

When he fell, his palms hit the gravel beneath him. At that time, his palms hurt, and blood seeped out.

Yang Huaming woke up from the pain instantly.

He jumped up from the ground and looked around at the large and small graves. His face turned pale and his voice trembled: "Oh my god, where is this? Where is the village? Where is the house? And where are they two?"

Last night, he clearly remembered that he followed them to a small village with more than a dozen households. It was night when he entered the village. Some of the lights had been extinguished, and some of them still had a weak soybean oil lamp on.

The house they were drinking in looked like the conditions were not good from the outside, but there was a white horse tied up in the yard, and there were two maids in their twenties serving the food and drinks, and the table was full...

"Wait, what is this?"

Yang Huaming suddenly saw a pile of burned ashes near the grave where he had been lying.

There seems to be something else in the ashes?

He slowly walked towards the pile of ashes, and behind him, Yang Huazhou and the others followed.

Yang Huaming came to the pair of ashes, squatted down, picked up a stick next to him and carefully pushed aside the pile of ashes, and picked out a few unburned items from inside.

"what is this?"

Yang Huazhou and the others also gathered around at this time.

Although everyone doesn't quite understand what Yang Huaming means by provoking an unburned bamboo frame.

But everyone still squatted down to help observe and analyze together.

Yang Huazhou said: "This is a burned paper horse."

"Paper horse?" Yang Huaming was dumbfounded.

At this time, Yang Yongqing picked up another thing from the ashes. A small piece of that thing was burned, but from the small piece of paper, Yang Yongqing still recognized what it was.

"I'll go, look at it quickly. It's colorful and has an eye and half a mouth. Is this a paper man?"

Several people gathered together to look at it and nodded: "It's really a paper man!"

paper man?

Yang Huaming threw away the paper horse frame in his hand and turned to look at the paper man again.

Paper horse, paper man...

Look at the pile of offerings scattered on the ground. Among the offerings are chicken, duck, and fish...

Yang Huaming recalled the white horse and two charming maids he saw in the courtyard of that house last night. He even secretly touched one of the maids' butt.

Not only was the maid not annoyed, she even winked at him.

At that time, his whole body was still numb, and he felt that the man's self-esteem was instantly inflated.

Yu Hai even thought that he might be in trouble, so he worked extra hard during the drinking and guessing games, showing off his manly charm in every possible way.

Thinking about it now, his scalp was numb and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

"Go home, go home, I want to go home!"

He had just stood up and walked a few steps when suddenly his feet gave way and his body fell forward to the ground, losing consciousness.

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Yang Huaming was in coma for two days and two nights.

Not only was he comatose, but he also developed a high fever. This frightened Lao Yang's family, so they invited Fu Bo and Wang Sheng to come over. The result of taking his pulse was that he had suffered from coldness after sleeping in the mountains for a night.

Then he ate unclean food and drank too much alcohol, which seriously damaged his gastrointestinal tract and made him ill.

Uncle Fu prescribed medicine for Yang Huaming to take first, and left Wangsheng here to supervise.

After taking the medicine for two days, Yang Huaming basically had no fever during the day and could sleep smoothly.

But as soon as the sun goes down in the evening, he will start to have a fever, accompanied by all kinds of nonsense.

At this time, it was night again, and Yang Huaming's room was brightly lit.

Not only Kang Xiaozi and Liu are here, but also Lao Yangtou and Tan are here.

Everyone listened to Yang Huaming's nonsense, with doubts and horror on their faces.

Because all the nonsense Yang Huaming said were just words about drinking and fistfighting with others.

Not only that, some of the names he called out, some of them had heard of Lao Yangtou, and some of them had not.

The person I heard about was from Changping Village, but he passed away three years ago.

I had never heard of that name. Old Yangtou also went to that person's house in the past two days to inquire about it. It turned out that so-and-so's in-laws lived in a certain village in the mountains.

That in-law also passed away three months ago. The cemetery where everyone in the old Yang family found Yang Huaming drunk early two days ago was the ancestral cemetery in that village.

And the grave where Yang Huaming was lying was also where the cemetery of his in-laws was...

Everyone felt solemn at this discovery.

Old Yang glanced at Yang Huaming who was unconscious on the bed, sighed, and said in a very disappointed tone: "When I went down the mountain that day, I told him clearly not to run around at night, so as to respect the tradition!"

"You bastard just won't listen. What's wrong with you now? Even the soup and medicine are useless. Let's wait for the funeral arrangements!"

Tan was also very angry with Yang Huaming.

"You bastard can't walk when he's drunk. He's already going to be a grandpa, but he still doesn't make people feel at ease!"

Mrs. Liu, however, sat on the edge of the bed and wiped her tears.

Although she and Yang Huaming were usually at odds with each other, they looked like they were incompatible with each other.

But when Yang Huaming was really lying here looking weak, Ms. Liu still panicked.

So she begged everyone while wiping her tears: "If the decoction is useless, then think of other ways. Go to Lijiacun to find a half-immortal?"

At this time, another person beside the bed made a sound.

That person is Li Laoer.

Li Laoer has frequently been in and out of the four rooms of Lao Yang's house these days.

Why?

Could it be that he was taking care of Yang Huaming in the name of his future son-in-law?

No, no, that's not the case.

Li Laoer took the place of Kang Xiaozi and accompanied He'er to the Wa Market every morning to run a stall, so that Kang Xiaozi could be left at home to perform filial piety to Yang Huaming at his bedside.

After Yang Huaming's collapse, if Kang Xiaozi's business also stopped, wouldn't the fourth house lose its income?

That's not possible, the whole family will have to drink the northwest wind!

So Kang Xiaozi found Li Lao'er and asked Li Lao'er to support the business for the time being.

So Li Laoer went out early and came back late with He'er, and naturally stayed in the fourth room at night. No, when he heard Liu's suggestion, Li Laoer immediately stood up: "Shall I go back to Lijiacun to invite Li Banxian over? "

Ms. Liu was about to nod.

But Lao Yangtou stopped him.

"Let's go early tomorrow morning. We won't delay tonight too much."

"Go and invite me early tomorrow morning, and bring some gifts. Don't go empty-handed, but be sincere!"