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Chapter 276 I’m just nagging, but I’m a good person
No matter how stupid a person is when he sees this, he will realize what is going on.

The audience has already been exposed to the content of the previous live broadcast by Youmenzhi Science, and now that they see this, their faces are not very good.

That's it, that's it.

Chen San and his son are the culprits of everything.

Because Chen San was greedy for money, he used the sheep to make profits, and because of his greed, he used the sheep to flatter the emperor, which led to his death in the end.

And Chen San's son is just like his father.

He was not told by his father what the money tree at home was, so he relied on his own imagination and thought it should be a 'person'.

Therefore, Chen Yu's family has the 'tradition' of wearing sheep's clothing as sheepherders.

Chen Yu's mother wanted to regain her former glory as the 'Sheep Opera Saint', so she forced her children to get married, have children, and finally use the children to 'create livestock'.

Actually, it's like this
This truth was so heartbreaking that even You Mengzhi felt his heart sink unconsciously.

And the length of text sent by Chen Yu is not the end of the story.

After everyone read the information and circulated it, their expressions were not very good.

Gongga pinched Ermei's two lamb ears and looked left and right:

"So, is Ermei the so-called 'Yangba'?"

"What about Da Baa?"

"The two of them seem to be from the same mother. One is, but the other can't be, right?"

Daozhang Ge also pinched Da Mie's little ears, pondered for a few seconds, coughed lightly, and after attracting everyone's attention, he spoke in a deep voice:
".can not tell."

Damn it, then don’t cough to attract attention!
The people around him who were waiting for the answer were so angry that they fell down and turned their attention to You Mengzhi.

You Mengzhi was flipping through those journals. After a long time, he picked up a familiar name. After making sure it was what he wanted, he spoke in a deep voice:
"look at this."

Gongga was confused for a moment and asked:
"what happened?"

"Haven't we already looked through those books and found nothing related to learning people and sheep?"

A few seconds of silence in Dream Travel:
"Indeed, not really, but what Chen Yu said was the secret that was recorded in his own notebook, and there is a postscript to this matter."

Everyone looked at each other and rushed to circulate the book in You Mengzhi's hand.

As You Mengzhi said, there is indeed a short story recorded in the book.

It just looks like nothing.

But by coincidence, the protagonist of this story turns out to have the same name as the good man Chen San's ancestor served in the handwritten notes of Chen Yu's family -

Li Yuan.

Not only that, the official position, place of origin, and even temperament match.

The story unfolds from the perspective of writing letters while holding a candle and talking about gods and ghosts at night:

[A man named Li Yuan wrote to his former classmate one day, writing in a rare and panicky tone:

"My classmate Bo Wen, please tell me that blood suddenly started to ooze on the ground in the courtyard of my residence this morning. What should I do?"

"The blood smelled very strong, and the servants at home were frightened. Fortunately, my wife and children were not with me. Otherwise, I would have been guilty if I passed by the courtyard and smelled the blood and frightened them. Death!"

"I just want to resign and go home."

"The superiors said they would let me go back as soon as the disaster is calmed down, but in the past three years and three years, how long will it take for me to be reunited with my wife and children at home?"

My classmates have long been tortured by Li Yuan, a letter-writing maniac who talks about his wife and children at every turn. He thought it was a small matter at first, but with the rigor of a gentleman, he still wrote back:

"One: The son is silent and has strange power and chaos."

"Is the blood stain close to the kitchen? When the servants were killing chickens and sheep, did they accidentally spill the blood in the courtyard?"

"Two: Since ancient times, there have been many people who took their wives and children with them to take office. You can definitely take them over."

"Three: I have said it a thousand times, before writing a letter, can you think about what is worth writing?!"

The classmate mailed the envelope and forgot about the incident, but within a few days, he received another letter from Li Yuan.

Li Yuanxin stated two more things:
"Sure enough, as Yun said, the bloody land is not close to the main courtyard, but close to the back kitchen. It is a little remote. The servants occasionally pass by there when they go in and out through the side door. This should be the reason why it is tainted with the smell of blood."

"Brother Yun is really smart, worthy of being the Young Minister of Dali Temple!"

"On the second point, you are wrong."

"Although Hangzhou is rich in water and soil, Nanman Panyu has often been flooded by miasma in recent years, resulting in poor harvests. A large number of disaster victims have poured into Hangzhou, and the people's morale has been uncertain."

"Although the city of Hangzhou is relatively orderly under my orders, there is hunger and death everywhere outside the city, and there are often rumors of cannibalism. Over the past few years, many prefects of neighboring counties have exhausted their strength and no longer control the traffickers. thing."

"How can I safely let my wife and children come?"

A classmate named Yunzhi was quite emotional when he received this rare and serious letter, so he wrote back:
"Brother Li administered benevolent policies, helped the people, and opened warehouses to store grain. His reputation as a virtuous man is often heard."

"Just relax a little and wait for a while longer. When your term of office is over, let's go home and reunite."

Li Yuan replied:

“Okay ヽ(￣▽￣)”

The classmate was really angry. Due to official duties, he ignored Li Yuan's letter for several days. When he remembered, the letter from Li Yuan on the desk at home was already as thick as a palm.

The classmate was impatient and opened them one by one to look carefully. He found that these letters started from the beginning:

"Classmate, what are you doing?"

"Classmate, have you been busy lately? Send some special products to my wife and children. I don't have any money and I'm just enjoying the autumn breeze, so I don't need much."

"Classmate, by the way, did xx in our academy get married for the sixth time? Are you still going with the gift? I don't have the money to go with the gift. Why don't you give me some?"

Etc., etc
The content of the letter gradually became terrifying:

"Classmate, it's not the blood that dropped when the servants in the kitchen passed by carrying things. The blood stains are getting more and more, as if they are seeping out of the ground!"

"I just remembered it. I am poor, my salary is stuck in my job, and I haven't eaten meat for half a year. How could it possibly be the blood of livestock?"

"Yunzhi, am I being haunted by a spirit?"

"If I die, you must take good care of my wife and children. I will definitely be grateful for your friendship."

The classmate originally had a terrible headache after seeing a series of nonsense letters. When he saw this one, he immediately frowned and replied with ink:
"You are kind and love the people. You don't make enemies with others. You are still stupid and as thin as a stick. You don't even have a ounce of flesh on your body. Monsters eat you and your teeth are broken. How can you possibly be entangled by them?"

"If you ask me, wouldn't it be better to just dig up the soil on the ground and see what's inside?"

"If it is really an evil thing, you should look for a senior monk or Taoist priest. If it is not an evil thing, you can comfort yourself."

This suggestion is actually pretty good.

But after the letter was sent, there was no reply from Li Yuan at all. 】

Keep changing the way you write and try to find a better one (scratching your head.jpg)