Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 9433 Tianshu
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three days later.

A fast horse came from the north.

Straight into the barracks.

The people who came on fast horses changed their clothes in the barracks, took a bath and rested for a while, and finally saw Luo Fengtang in a room.

He looked at the delicate beauty in front of him.

Luo Fengtang glanced over it with a scrutinizing gaze, and immediately changed to a gentle gaze.

"Mo Anbai."

"I have seen the general."

"Just call me Uncle Luo."

Luo Fengtang's attitude was very amiable.

This woman named Mo Anbai is of the same generation as his son Luo Xingchen, both his juniors.

According to what Luo Xingchen said, Mo Anbai is proficient in the techniques of the Mohist school and is a true heir of the Mohist school.

As long as she is there, the ancient institutions of the Mohists that have been passed down can subdue her.

"Yes."

Mo Anbai looked a little cautious.

After all, sitting in front of her is the legendary Luo Fengtang, who is also Luo Xingchen's father.

Without stress, that would be impossible.

When she first heard the news, she was still a little bit resistant.

But after thinking about it later, it was a good thing for her to come, let's see what kind of person Luo Fengtang is in advance, and whether he gets along well.

It would be great if we can establish a good relationship in advance.

"Before coming, Xingchen already told you, right?"

Luo Fengtang got straight to the point.

"Well, he explained that there is an ancient tomb in Zhuque Mountain in Zhuque County, or the ancient tomb of Langya Pavilion. It was arranged in the way of a god's burial, and it was arranged by the Mo family."

Mo Anbai told all the information she knew before coming here.

In this respect, she will not miss anything.

"That's right. This ancient tomb was built about a hundred years ago. It is imitated of Yama, the ten halls of the Yin Division in Huangquan. The identity of the burial is Emperor Yin."

Luo Fengtang said.

"Too bold, this kind of burial is not suitable."

Mo Anbai was slightly startled.

The news she got was that the gods were buried in the ancient tomb, but she did not know the identity of the god who was actually buried in the ancient tomb.

"Why is it inappropriate?"

Luo Fengtang asked.

"Luck can't bear it. We Mohist people pay attention to the luck of heaven and earth. There are some things that cannot be carried by ordinary human beings. They will bring disasters, such as tombs. There are definite numbers for what kind of people and what specifications. , if it exceeds the fixed number, it will lead to backlash, which is inevitable."

Mo Anbai said slowly.

"Luck backfires, I've heard it before, one fate, two luck, three winds, water..." Luo Fengtang said.

"It's natural, follow the heavens and obey the destiny, and often do things as if there is God's help. If you go against the luck, things will backfire, and often fail."

Mo Anbai said again: "Our Mohist school has a whole set of discussions on luck. Generally speaking, Mohist disciples should know that it is not appropriate to build a divine burial lightly. Therefore, I am not sure what is going on there."

"Then go and see for yourself, you should be able to understand after seeing it."

Luo Fengtang smiled slightly.

"Okay, when are you leaving?"

Mo Anbai was refreshed.

She was still very interested in this special tomb, so she wanted to check it out as soon as possible.

"Don't worry, just take a rest today, and let's start again tomorrow."

Luo Fengtang said.

Mo Anbai had no choice but to be patient, she really wanted to go right away, but Luo Fengtang didn't allow it, so she had to rest for a day.

That night, Mo Anbai didn't sleep well.

This was not only because she came to a strange place, but also because she had something on her mind and wanted to go to that tomb right away.

After dreaming all night, in the morning, she got up and looked in the mirror, and found that there were some dark circles around her eyes.

Wanghai County, Changping Village.

Old Wang's house.

In the main room of the old Wang's old house, the family is also having dinner around the table.

Although I just had a few quarrels with Yang Huamei during the day, but because Dabai and his wife came back from the town, they brought back a bunch of ingredients and shochu, and Dabai went to the backyard to bring Wang Hongquan to the front yard, no, Wang Hongquan was happy, and was having a drink with Dabai!
Xiao Hei was also at the side, busy with the chopsticks in his hands among the dishes on the table in front of him, eating so much that his mouth squeaked, how happy he was!

Hongmei was also eating in small mouthfuls, feeding a few mouthfuls to Zhuangzhuang on the stool next to her from time to time.

Seeing Zhuang Zhuang pointing at the big fat meat on the table and screaming, Hongmei pressed his little hand and just put a chicken leg into his bowl.

Zhuang Zhuang pushed the chicken leg away, shook his head, and the chubby hand was still pointing stubbornly at the pork belly on the table.

"If the child wants to eat pork belly, let him eat it!"

Wang Hongquan put down the wine cup, seeing that his great-grandson wanted to eat meat so anxiously, but his grandson-in-law refused to give it to him, so he smoothed things over with a smile.

Hongmei said to Wang Hongquan: "Master, it's not that I don't give him food, but it's not good for children to eat too greasy food."

When Wang Hongquan looked at the meat, it was indeed fat enough. Under the big bowl were dried plums, and on top of the dried plums was a layer of meat bigger than the palm of your hand. It was said to be pork belly, but it was actually fat and shiny. The lard soaked the inside.

For men who do hard work, or men who haven't touched meat for ten and a half months, or men who drink alcohol, this bowl of dried plums and vegetables is really exciting, but for a child over one year old, it's a bit too much ...

Therefore, after Hongmei explained, Wang Hongquan stopped persuading her.

However, Yang Huamei just came into the main room with a big bowl at this time, and saw her eldest grandson Zhuang Zhuang start crying because he was too anxious to eat preserved vegetables and meat, while Hongmei was still busy stuffing vegetables into his mouth, Yang Huamei was unhappy at the time.

He put the big bowl of pork head meat in his hand on the table heavily, and came over to hug Zhuang Zhuang in his arms.

Picking up the apron around his waist, he went to wipe Zhuang Zhuang's tears, and asked distressedly while wiping: "Baby grandson, what's the matter with you? Who bullied you? Tell grandma, grandma beat her to vent your anger !"

When Yang Huamei said this, the small knives in her eyes swished towards Hongmei.

Hongmei pretended not to see, and buried herself in the food.

Dabai also sensed that the atmosphere at the table was not right, so he smoothed things over and said, "No one is bullying him, and my mother doesn't even look at who is sitting at this table, it's too late to hurt him!"

Yang Huamei curled her lips, snorted, and then coaxed Zhuangzhuang.

But Zhuang Zhuang couldn't bear to be coaxed, struggling hard in Yang Huamei's arms, stretching out his little hand to reach the bowl of dried plums, vegetables and meat.

"Ah, my eldest treasure wants to eat pickled pork with dried plums and vegetables? Okay, okay, grandma will pick it up for you!"

Yang Huamei smiled and switched Zhuang Zhuang from his right arm to his left, so that his right hand could be used to pick up meat with chopsticks for his grandson to eat.

Seeing Yang Huamei's actions, Hongmei, who was burying her head in her meal, put down her chopsticks in fright and came over to stop Yang Huamei's chopsticks.

(End of this chapter)