Chapter 72 Killing Him
In order to save some energy for them, they could torture them slowly at night.
Xiao Nuobao showed mercy and walked over to stop the beating.
"Stop fighting. Look, these two people are like two dogs, howling and pitiful~" Xiao Nuobao held her face and sighed sadly.
After she finished speaking, her tiger-head shoes accidentally stepped on the fingers of Mrs. Jiang, and the pain made the old woman scream more miserably than killing a pig.
People didn't want the blood to splash on Nuobao, so they stopped.
Everyone touched their hearts and sighed that Xiao Nuobao was a kind and good boy.
Xiao Nuobao raised her rosy little face and gave everyone a sweet smile, then pulled her mother and brothers home to make plans for after nightfall.
When she got home, Xiao Nuobao first asked Feng for a set of Jiang Dashan's old clothes.
Then she counted the offerings as usual.
Perhaps because it was the New Year, the believers were very generous, and from time to time they would offer whole pigs, cows, deer and the like.
But cows are the first in farming, and according to their laws in the north, they cannot be eaten easily. Only
in some places in the south that are not good at farming, there is no such avoidance.
Xiao Nuobao endured her gluttony and ignored the cow for the time being.
She quickly took out the offerings she wanted, and to save trouble, she threw them all into the cellar.
After finishing the work, Xiao Nuobao sat cross-legged on the kang, closed her eyes and looked for the "two ghosts".
After just a moment, she saw two black shadows, whooshing to the window.
Xiao Nuobao knew that since Jiang Dahe was captured, these two bad ghosts have been in the village, and they have nothing to do except occasionally harassing old lady Jiang.
She tilted her head and looked at the window.
She blinked twice, and the two ghosts trembled.
Although this little fairy has now come down to earth to experience tribulations and has become a soft and cute little mortal.
As long as she wants, it is still a small matter to pinch them to death, so they dare not act rashly.
Xiao Nuobao didn't want to threaten with violence, so she quickly scratched the soles of her feet, smiled with her teeth, and showed a "people-friendly" look.
"I need your help with something small, tonight, you can't refuse~"
After saying that, little Nuobao grabbed her father's old clothes with her little hands and threw them to the window.
After she whispered in a baby voice, the two ghosts nodded vigorously, and soon disappeared into the house with the clothes, without a trace.
Feng was busy heating the kang in the outer room.
Hearing the voices in the room, she came in curiously to look around.
"My dear, you are alone in the room, so who did you talk to and what did you say just now?"
Little Nuobao didn't dare to reveal the matter of the two ghosts, for fear of scaring her mother.
She shook her little locks of hair and then started to talk about something else: "Mom, go to the cellar and get some things. The old people's hall has been established. Tonight, the whole village should have a big feast. We are treating everyone!"
Feng saw that the young lady was not just here for the feast.
She was afraid that there was something else going on, so she didn't dare to ask more.
However, setting up the old people's hall was indeed a big event, and it was only right for the whole village to get together and have a good time.
So Feng went to the cellar, got the vegetables and fruits that suddenly appeared, and took two ribs and a few big bones from outside, and then went to find the village chief to go to the old people's hall together.
"Uncle Li and his family have moved in, so we should have some fun and celebrate." Feng smiled and said, "Village chief, why don't we call all the villagers tonight and have a buffet together? What do you think?"
Seeing that Feng had prepared all the ingredients, the village chief agreed.
Old Li and his family were even happier.
They didn't expect that after being lonely for half their lives, they would have such a lively time in their old age.
So in the evening, Yang Tianmei brought a few women to the kitchen of the old people's hall to help.
In order not to appear too ostentatious, Feng brought a little less meat and vegetables, which might not be enough for the whole village.
Fortunately, Li Qiqiao was smart.
Seeing a few big bones, she quickly started the pot to boil soup.
No matter what the food is tonight, as long as everyone can have a bowl of bone soup and enough rice, the villagers will definitely go home satisfied during this difficult time.
Soon, bursts of aroma came out.
Li Qiqiao cooked the big bone soup.
The other women fried potato slices, cabbage and minced meat, and stewed a large pot of rice noodles with ribs.
Except for those who were not in good health or had children at home, the rest of the villagers had arrived one after another.
Many people were embarrassed to come empty-handed, so they brought their own pickled side dishes, soybean paste, etc., as a supplement.
After sitting down, everyone drank the big bone soup and ate the white rice, and they all wolfed it down, feeling that they had a rare meal.
Halfway through the meal, Old Li burst into tears and thanked his fellow villagers.
"This time, I really owe a lot to our village, especially Nuobao and the Jiang family, otherwise I would have no place to live now, not to mention what to do during the New Year." Old Li wiped his eyes.
Several old folks in the old people's hall had tears in their eyes.
Even the silly Shuanzi raised his water bowl and kept bowing everywhere.
After all, they have been lonely for most of their lives. How lucky they are to be taken care of by the villagers in their old age.
The village chief was about to cry, but was afraid of being seen, so he had to pretend to be fierce: "It's a good day, hurry up and be happy, wipe the cat urine on your face and eat well!"
Everyone laughed, and Old Li and the others also nodded foolishly. Everyone started to eat again and ate heartily.
When the meal was about to end, Xiao Nuobao moved his eyelids and looked towards the big room.
It was almost time.
The two ghosts should have started.
"Oh, this big bone soup is so delicious, it must be made by Qi Qiao again." Mrs. Liu burped and was about to sigh.
But at this time, she suddenly heard a shrill scream from the big room.
"Help me... there's a ghost! Dashan... it's Dashan from the third room who's back! Hey, third brother, I don't know anything, don't take my life!" Zhao's voice was so sharp that it made people shudder.
Jiang Dahai was so frightened that he was gasping for air.
His voice was crackling, full of the fear of facing death.
"Dashan! Big brother didn't want you to die either, I just made a mistake... Although I killed you back then, since you've become a ghost, please let me go, don't kill me!"
Jiang Dahai screamed, then touched the bolt, broke through the door and ran.
It was so cold that he didn't even have time to put on his shoes.
In the night, a set of gray and fluffy old clothes was hanging in the air, following closely behind him.
The first and second houses were adjacent to each other, and the villagers in the old people's hall all heard it clearly.
"Isn't that Jiang Dahai's voice... What did he say? Did he kill Jiang Dashan?" The village chief said in shock.
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