Chapter 466 Crying in the Wrong Grave
Mu Yihan suggested this to protect the girl's childishness.
As expected, Xiao Nuobao was very satisfied. With a pair of flower buds on her head, she went to find Fengshi to buy a big bone as a gift for Dahuang.
Wangfu and his friends in the village were also childish.
After the big bone was obtained and cooked in the pot, the children drooled and followed Xiao Nuobao to the village entrance like a bunch of little tails to shed tears. In front of
the doghouse in Shitouli, the dog had gone.
Only the bare straw mat was left.
Dahuang was the "old man" in the village. Thinking of how he loved to lie on it to bask in the sun in the past, the children cried.
"Wuwu Dahuang, I won't see you anymore. From now on, the leftovers in my house can only be eaten by my grandfather."
"Dahuang, are you listening? Let me tell you a secret. In fact, I was the one who blew up your dog food bowl with firecrackers during the New Year. Don't hate me."
"Dahuang, I stole your puppy before and gave it to my uncle. Don't be angry with me~"
"I don't know if it's dark under the ground. Before Dahuang died, his eyes were damaged by those bad guys. He should not be unable to see when he goes to the underworld."
The children sat in a circle around Xiao Nuobao, gnawing on the meat on the big bone and blowing their noses towards the dog's nest.
Wangfu cried the most exaggeratedly.
As soon as the meat entered his mouth, he vomited it out with a sob, and he didn't swallow a few mouthfuls.
At this time, a butterfly suddenly flew over and landed on the copper bowl containing the big bone.
Children are all innocent, and they have some small fantasies in their hearts.
Wangfu wiped his eyes and shouted, "I heard that people will turn into butterflies and fly back after they die. Can dogs do the same? Isn't this Dahuang who has returned?!"
Seeing this, Xiao Nuobao simply comforted them and deliberately stood up and pretended to pinch her fingers.
"Oh, it's really Dahuang who has returned!" She puffed up her little round face and looked determined, "Don't worry, Dahuang just told Nuobao that it is living a good life now, its eyes can see, and it doesn't hate the dog bowl being blown up."
The children have always regarded Xiao Nuobao as their little ancestor.
After hearing this, everyone believed it without a doubt, jumped three feet high in excitement, and quickly knelt down and kowtowed to the butterfly.
As for why they kowtowed?
Wangfu and the others didn't know.
Maybe it was out of awe for life.
And also out of respect for Dahuang who had guarded the village for more than ten years.
The butterfly was startled and felt puzzled. It flapped its big wings and flew away to the nearby flower cluster.
Xiao Nuobao took Wangfu and the others, put the leftover bones back in front of the rhubarb nest, and went home.
At this time, the adults also went to the mountain to tidy up the grave of Old Zhang and bid a proper farewell.
The atmosphere on the mountain was much heavier than that of the children.
Especially the old guys, they lamented the impermanence of life and felt that there were fewer and fewer old people in the village, so they couldn't help feeling sad.
Zhang Xiucai stood aside with red and swollen eyes. It was hard for him to accept this fact.
Old Li lowered his head and sighed, "Old Zhang, you are the most timid on weekdays. I was thinking that when I close my eyes, I will wait for you on the road to the underworld and lead you across the Naihe Bridge to give you courage, but why did you go ahead of me?"
The village chief also touched the tombstone of Old Zhang.
"We old guys grew up together. We can't give you anything else, but we will definitely burn enough paper money for you. If you need anything there, you must tell us in your dreams."
The Zhang family's ancestral tomb was full of sorrow.
At this time, Yang Er just rushed over from Donglazi Mountain.
As soon as he arrived, he rushed to the left side of the village chief, knelt down and cried loudly, "Uncle Zhang, I'm late to send you here, don't blame me, I'll kowtow to you twice!"
The village chief grabbed his collar and angrily dragged him to the other side.
"Don't blame me? You're crying at the wrong grave! That's my great-grandfather's grave, why are you kowtow to him? Uncle Zhang's is over there!"
Yang Er was stunned, and quickly ran to the other side and kowtowed three more times.
The villagers were so annoyed by him that they stopped crying and laughed, and some of them almost spit out big snot bubbles.
"This Yang Er is always in a hurry to do anything. He can even make mistakes
when he goes to the grave." "Haha, Uncle Zhang down there will be so happy if something goes wrong."
"Okay, let's go down the mountain. I'll fry some eggplant boxes at noon and send some to Mr. Zhang. He's too skinny."
Mrs. Feng walked behind and patted Mr. Zhang on the shoulder to cheer him up. Then she went down the mountain with everyone.
After returning home, Mrs. Feng asked the village chief to help her and go door to door to ask about the losses.
She will make up for the villagers one by one when the time comes.
The village chief was moved and wanted to take everyone to thank the national master in person.
Mrs. Feng smiled and waved her hand, "No need. The national master understands the villagers' intentions. Nuobao has already thanked you. He is resting in Xianquanju now."
The village chief nodded for fear of disturbing him.
"That's good, so we don't have to bother him anymore. By the way
, Mrs. Feng, can you stay a few more days this time?" Mrs. Feng knew that everyone cherished Nuobao and was reluctant to let her go.
She reassured the village chief, "I won't say how long, but she should be able to stay for more than half a month."
After saying that, Mrs. Feng thought of the silk and asked Li Qiqiao to go home and get it.
"I didn't have time to bring anything when I left, so I brought these pieces of jacquard silk. The patterns are quite fresh. Everyone can share them and make clothes. This thickness is just right for autumn." Mrs. Feng took them one by one. When
the villagers saw it, they were all very happy.
The men were better, especially the women and children, who smiled as if they had seen a treasure, with their mouths stretched to the back of their heads.
"Oh, this pattern is really beautiful, it looks like a lion rolling an embroidered ball!" Widow Gu opened her eyes wide and touched it curiously. Yin'er curled
her eyes, "They say that a lion rolling an embroidered ball means good things are coming. Auntie giving us this material can also give us a good omen."
Feng didn't think too much when she bought it, but seeing that everyone liked it so much, she was really happy in her heart.
Yang Tianmei was very quick and took the lead in distributing the cloth. Each family could get two large pieces of cloth of different colors.
It should be enough to make three or four shirts, jackets, or two sets of robes.
Some women were already smiling and discussing what to make when they got home. Everyone was
about to thank Feng again, but at this moment, a scream suddenly came from the direction of Mrs. Liu's house!
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