Chapter 92: Digging a Grave
In an instant.
The entire Fufeng Mountain was filled with a strong smell of shit.
The north wind was howling, and there were sounds of retching one after another.
Lu Chaochao took out two pieces of cloth very experiencedly. Yuan Man looked at the white cloth in front of him and was very...
speechless.
“Who did it?!!”
There were angry curses all over the mountains.
"It's those two little brats who were just sent up the mountain today. Find them out quickly!"
"Damn it, ugh... It stinks, no, it stinks too much, I can't stand it..."
"She actually blew up a manure pit. What was she thinking?"
Lu Chaochao put his hands in his pockets with a grim look on his face.
At this moment, the Fufeng Mountain village was full of stench, and Song Yu frowned.
"What happened outside? Why does it smell so bad?" He was offering a sacrifice, holding incense in both hands, raising them above his head, and worshiping devoutly.
The second in command covered his nose and said, "The two brats who came up the mountain just now threw a fire starter into the toilet and blew it up on the spot."
Song Yu waved his hand: "Send someone to handle it, don't disturb father's sleep."
"Today is my late father's death anniversary. Please don't disturb him." Song Yu said indifferently.
His expression paused.
"Don't hurt that little girl. It's normal for children to be naughty." The little girl looked very much like his daughter who died young.
This was probably the reason why Mrs. Dong kidnapped her.
The second in command agreed immediately and retreated hurriedly.
Song Yu looked at the tablet of his deceased father with a gloomy expression.
Song's mother sighed: "Your father said something before he died."
"He said that he had his fortune told by an old blind man. He said that he would become a bandit at the age of 20 and would make a name for himself."
"But bad luck struck him, and he died at the age of forty."
"But the old blind man also said that he would have a disaster when he was fifty years old." Song's mother was puzzled.
"Your father died at the age of forty, and that has already come true. But what does this disaster that happened when he was fifty mean? Your father has been dead for ten years." Song's mother tossed and turned countless times at night, but could not figure out the reason.
What disaster can a dead person suffer?
Today is his fiftieth birthday, and Song's mother suddenly remembered this matter.
Song Yu waved his hand: "He's just a charlatan. What disaster can he suffer after being buried for ten years? Mom, don't worry. Just take good care of yourself."
Song's mother sighed: "You really don't want to accept the imperial court's offer of amnesty?"
"If you submit to the court, with your talent, you can still have a future. Being a bandit for generations is not a long-term solution." Song's mother had had enough of the days of fighting and killing.
Song Yu's brows frowned.
"Mom, don't mention it again. My father became a bandit back then, and luckily we were taken in by Fufeng Mountain, so the Song family is still alive today. It doesn't make sense for us to abandon them now." Song Yu showed a faint smile on his brows.
"Working like a slave for the imperial court is not as happy as being a local emperor in Fufeng Mountain," Song Yu chuckled.
Song Yu was busy paying tribute to his deceased father.
However, Lu Chaochao pulled Yuan Man up the mountain.
The little guy was so tired that he was panting heavily. He sat on a round bump and took two sips from the milk bottle.
"The pot is full of meat..." Next to the round little mound of earth, there were burning incense, candles, paper money, and chickens and ducks for tribute.
Lu Chaochao's eyes lit up.
He grabbed the roast chicken and took a few bites.
It's still warm.
"Hey, hey, hey, you can't just eat this. Come down quickly, this is a grave, for worshiping the dead."
"You're about to vomit. This is an unlucky thing." Yuan Man was frightened by her and quickly pulled her down.
"Okay, okay." Lu Chaochao took the chicken leg and took two bites, but it was eventually taken away by Yuan Man and put back on the plate.
Yuan Man looked around and was immediately frightened.
There were crows cawing all around and grave mounds everywhere, which made him shiver.
"There are mushrooms..." Lu Chaochao pointed at the mushrooms growing on the grave mound, with a look of surprise on his face.
Yuan Man had no intention of caring about her anymore. The little boy squatted in the corner, tears streaming down his face.
"Wow, I miss my parents so much...Grandpa and grandma, when will you come to save Manman?" He was the only son in ten generations and was named Yuan Man, which shows how much his parents care about him.
"Manman misses home so much, Manman is so scared... woooo." He lay under the tree and cried. He had been busy on the road these days and was frightened and homesick. At this moment, he leaned against the tree and fell asleep.
There are still tears on her face.
Lu Chaochao looked disgusted and pouted: "Crybaby."
After saying that, the little guy took out a small shovel from the space while no one was around. The small shovel was extremely exquisite and was what she used to dig spiritual herbs.
Although it looks small, it can easily pry open solid rocks.
She squatted beside the grave and pried the mud out with a shovel.
"Hey yo hey yo hey yo..." The little guy buried his head, stuck out his butt and worked seriously.
"Wow, there really are mushrooms..." After a while, a pure black coffin was revealed.
A lot of small mushrooms grew around the coffin, growing in clumps and piles.
Lu Chaochao was so happy that she was not even as tall as the coffin, so she had to tiptoe to take it off.
After picking them, she stared at the coffin lid and pondered.
"What's inside?" Never mind, just open it and take a look.
A trace of spiritual energy surged in Lu Chaozhao's hands. He tiptoed and pushed the coffin lid, opening it little by little.
Lu Chaochao lay down beside the coffin and took a look.
Many small mushrooms actually grew on the white bones.
Perhaps because it had never seen the sun, the mushrooms grew very well, and Lu Chaochao immediately started howling.
He climbed into the coffin using his hands and feet and picked all the mushrooms at once.
The bones were crushed into pieces.
Finally, when she was about to climb out of the coffin, she took off the skull, put it in her arms, and took it away.
Lu Chaochao looked at the mushrooms all over the ground and felt a sense of accomplishment.
The little guy lifted up his clothes, filled a bag with mushrooms, and then went forward to wake up Yuan Man.
"The pot is full, the pot is full..."
When Yuan Man woke up, he still looked a little confused.
Seeing her covered in mud, he was startled: "What happened? Did you fall into the pit?"
Lu Chaochao just smiled foolishly and said in a baby voice: "Guo Guo, mushrooms..."
"Fat, fat, stewed mushrooms."
When Yuan Man saw her leaving, with graves all behind her, he didn't dare look back and hurriedly followed her.
When the two returned to the village, they were immediately captured by the vicious bandits and taken to the main hall by being dragged by the neck.
After a whole day of hard work, the air was still filled with a faint stench.
Fortunately, it’s not too strong.
"You stinky girl, look at what you have done!!" The second in command yelled angrily, and the girl was so stinky that he didn't eat for the whole day.
"Believe it or not, I will beat you to death! How can you be so naughty at such a young age?" The third in command raised his hand.
Song Yu raised his hand slightly, and everyone fell silent.
He looked at Lu Chaochao. Lu Chaochao was only one year old. Although she looked a little embarrassed when she came, it was obvious that she had been brought up in a pampered manner.
Now, after just one day, he was covered in mud, and his hair was drooping, looking extremely miserable.
Just like a fairy in the sky, being pressed into the mud.
"Wo, Wo didn't mean it..." Lu Chaochao's eyes were filled with tears, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, which made people's hearts melt.
Song Yu was stunned.
He once had a daughter.
She is cute, charming and innocent, and is the love of Song Yu's life.
He even thought about accepting the imperial amnesty for the sake of his children's safety.
When the child was two years old, she caught a cold, and Song Yu tried his best but failed to keep her.
His wife missed her daughter so much that she also died after her daughter.
Lu Chaochao approached cautiously.
"Hey, do you want some mushrooms?" The little baby with tears in his eyes tiptoed carefully and handed over the mushrooms.
"Chao Chao, pick it up for me."
Song Yu seemed to see his daughter's appearance again.
What a cute and well-behaved child.
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