She made fire by setting up a stall

Chapter 163 Passing by the Village
Looking up, he met Shi Luo's expectant eyes.

"It tastes great." The fried bun was a small one, and after Ming Xun swallowed it, he commented affirmatively.

Shi Luo just ate one and thought it tasted good, so he fed it to Ming Xun.

Seeing that Shi Luo picked up another one and was about to give it to Ming Xun's mouth, Ming Xun tilted his head and avoided it, "Luo Luo eats by herself, I'll just eat omelets."

I don't buy many pan-fried buns, and I have an appetite that arrives on time. One serving is not enough, so I can't bear to eat it tomorrow.

The more profound the family background, the more the children raised will respect others. On weekdays, Ming Xun never speaks and does things above others, and even eats the same as Shiluo. In the morning, he has porridge and side dishes. He used to be weak, and his lunch was If you can avoid it, you can avoid it, the old man is really serious, so he asked someone to pack some digestible food in the company cafeteria.

Ming Xun himself can eat simple, but he prefers Shi Luo to eat better, so he goes to the hotel from time to time to bring back some exquisite and delicious snacks and delicious new dishes.

When Shi Luo did not argue with Ming Xun, she would not be able to tell Ming Xun at times like this.

After Shiluo ate most of it, Ming Xun finished the rest of the omelette and porridge.

After breakfast, the group continued to walk outside without delay.

Siliang County is located in the southwestern part of Huaguo. Starting from Shangjing, it has to pass through five provinces, especially if it is a small road. Even if it is driven day and night, it will take two days and two nights.

Considering Ming Xun's body, Shi Luo added another talisman to the ancient corpse, so there was no need to stay around day and night.

Because it is a small road, it must pass through some counties and villages.

When passing another rice field, Ming Xun pressed the car window and looked out.

"This is a machine for harvesting rice." There are no such machines on the mountain where Shiluo lived. The last large harvester can harvest rice directly in the field.

These are common to Shi Luo, but they are novel to Ming Xun.

"This place is not far from Shangjing, and I've never been here before." Due to poor health these years, Ming Xun spent a lot of time in Shangjing, and occasionally went on business trips, but they were always picked up by car, even in the downtown area. They rarely move around, let alone the countryside.

Shi Luo followed Ming Xun's line of sight and looked out.

"After this matter is settled and you are in good health, I'll take you to the mountain. The scenery on the mountain is better than here. I also set aside a piece of land to grow vegetables. Occasionally, small things come to eat." Shi Luo looked at the field in twos and threes. The villager said: "In the past, harvesting crops was much more lively than this. At that time, there were no such advanced machines. When the farming was busy, the villagers relied on labor. One family harvested, and relatives and friends who were free came to help. When it was the turn of other families, they went the same way." Help, even the children are busy."

"Then Luoluo will accompany me for a walk." No matter how beautiful the scenery is elsewhere, it is not as good as the place where Luoluo grew up.

On this trip to Siliang County, in addition to the car navigation, Mingxun also prepared a detailed map. There are maps of various provinces and cities along the road. According to the map instructions, after they got off the expressway, they passed through several nearby villages, which would be closer.

People in the village have lived together for decades, and they know the details of their families. When the cars pass by outside, the villagers can immediately notice them. People in the car commented.

This is another novel experience for Ming Xun.

It's just that this trip is not destined to be smooth.

When passing through the second village, at the head of the village, the car had to stop.

Because some old people in the village died, the customs in the village are complicated, and these forms are commonly called differently in different places. According to the name of the mountain village, it is called sending the soul. Both require a two to three day ceremony.

On the last night, the younger generation will also prepare various paper horse carts, tin foil incense burners and paper figurines, and the children of the deceased will cry and send them to the crossroads where the funeral must pass in the future for burning.

In order to show how much they valued the deceased, some children would also invite various troupes to beat, sing and make noise along the road. At such times, the whole village would gather at the intersection and follow the team to watch.

Passing cars will stop, and the funeral procession will go first to show respect for the deceased.

The off-road vehicle had been waiting not far from the intersection for nearly half an hour, and the front was still whistling, showing no intention of moving forward at all, and more and more villagers gathered.

Ming Xun looked at the map in his hand and asked Zhang Jia, "Can we go another way?"

It was mid-afternoon, and they couldn't wait until dark.

Zhang Jia also looked at the navigation, a little embarrassed, "There are only two main roads in this village, one goes east-west, and the other goes north-south. At this moment, the team is blocked at the intersection of the two roads, and the east-west, north-south are blocked."

"A more detailed map is not displayed on the navigation." Since it is not displayed, it should not be able to take the off-road vehicle.

Qu Aiguo stuck his head out of the car and looked left and right, "When I came here just now, I saw that the front and back of this village are fields, and there is only one road going north. We have to go back for seven or eight miles, then take the provincial road, and then go to the village. To the west, there are several villages on both sides of the provincial road, and I don’t know if it is feasible to go south from those villages.”

How far is the nearest town from this village?
They ate lunch in the car, and Mingxun thought that Shi Luo should have hot dinner.

While talking, Ming Xun pointed to a place on the map, and at the same time, Zhang Jia also said, "The nearest town is twenty miles away, and it's northeast of this village."

"Luoluo, what do you think?"

Zhang Jia looked back at Shi Luo.

Although he and Qu Aiguo switched cars, they stayed in the car all day, and only occasionally went out to let some water in. Zhang Jia didn't dare to say much when Ming Xun was here. Right now, Zhang Jia asked Shi Luo, "Shi Luo Miss, you are so powerful, can you count how many twists and turns we have to go through this trip, and is the road ahead smooth?"

If Miss Shi wants him to turn back, he will definitely turn around without saying a word.

"If there are only two of you on this trip, I can figure out whether there are twists and turns in this trip, but I can't figure out if I add Ming Xun and me." I don't want to explain Xun, just talk about her. Every time I travel, I always meet For matters big or small, Shi Luo said, "I'm the one who dragged you down."

"Miss Shi, please don't say that. Brother Qu and I feel lucky to be able to come out with you." Not everyone can have such a bizarre experience.

Moreover, Zhang Jia has a kind of self-confidence about Shi Luo, no matter how many dangers they experience, they will turn the crisis into safety with Miss Sometimes.

While Shi Luo was talking to them, there was a sudden call from the front.

Immediately, a fire dragon spewed into the sky.

It was the jugglers in the funeral procession breathing fire.

After spraying several times in succession, the applause continued.

Through the front glass of the car, one eyelid falls from time to time.

The next moment, the fire that was originally burning straight up suddenly turned itself without wind, and burned the torch held high at the side. This torch was saved for lighting at night to illuminate the way for the mourners.

The torch burned so suddenly that the young man carrying the torch was so frightened that he dropped the torch.

The torch fell on an aunt who was crowded in the front to watch the excitement.

(End of this chapter)