C4 The Ancient Residence Was in a State of Panic(1)

The village chief walked over and untied Lai San. Leaving Lai San to recount in detail what happened last night.

Lai San's face was ashen, almost fainting. His wife brought over a large bowl of ginger soup and drank it up. Only then did Lai San catch his breath. He told the story of his terrible encounter last night in an intermittent manner.

At this time, a few of the village's elders heard about this and hurried over. In that sensitive and crazy era, there were many things that were difficult to say. According to the orders of the older generation, the police could not be alerted, the pillars could be brought back, and the two bodies could be immediately burnt.

Under such a strange circumstance, the Village Head did not dare to be negligent. He placed some firewood at the entrance of the village and then burned the dead body of the father and son duo.

Things gradually calmed down, but from then on, Lai San would never let anyone else enter the village and carry the corpse into his run-down temple.

Now that Lai San had lost his income as a dead man, he was too lazy to work. But the stomach is a famine. Lai San'er wandered around the village leisurely. He would go to the dustpan in front of Widow Li's door to get the persimmon, then he would pout and steal the radish in the old people's nest. He chased after him with a hoe and let the yellow dog chase after him. Then, Lai San'er slipped up to the cliff and spat at the people. "Leech fart — you're so stingy!" He was so angry that he picked up a piece of loess and smashed it down. Ignoring the sound of the wind blowing through the loess, Lai San'er slowly walked towards the run-down temple.

In those days, the villagers enjoyed eating under the great banyan tree at the entrance of the temple. The villagers talked nonsense. Someone grumbled, saying that this Lai San really wouldn't let the coffin into the ruined temple. His ancestors had to find another place! How could Lai San not enter this broken temple just because he said he wouldn't? It wasn't like it was his house!

At this time, some of the older generation spoke up.

"This broken temple belongs to the three families!" The villagers were puzzled, each of them holding a bowl as they looked at the seniors.

The older man took a drag from his pipe and spoke along with the smoke.

Smoke rose from the tomb of Lai San-er's ancestor, the Great Qing Dynasty, when a flower scout appeared. A big house was built in the village, especially in Stone Village, where the walls were made of grass. Third Grandpa Lai's generation still lived in this old mansion.

Lai San-er's grandfather was a good man, and he wasn't mean to be rich. He would often stroke his white beard to catch the people of Stone Village. But it was said that Grandpa Lai San'er had committed sin when he was young, and was frightened in a city temple, so he had to atone for his sins.

Unfortunately, Lai San`er's father was a gambler, and he had pawned all the land in his family. "Grandpa Lai San'er hit the floor hard with his walking stick." "You disgraced person, how did I end up having someone like you!" You should be guilty! "Go down there, you mad dog, tear off your hands and feet, and the iron chicken will peck your eyes."

Lai San'er's father wasn't shocked by what he heard. The addiction is getting worse and getting infected with phlox.

Lai San'er's father used his family's former reputation to swindle money out of his family. In the end, he was killed by a sufferer in a smokestack. He cut off a red handkerchief and sent it to his house to collect his debt. Lai San'er's grandfather couldn't hold his anger in any longer and immediately collapsed on the bed. Before her death, her daughter-in-law was muttering the words "iron chicken" and "mad dog" into her ear. Her throat was stuffed with a stifled gurgling sound, as if she had smelled something shady.

A stream of white mist spread out, causing Lai San`er's grandfather's hand to fall down …

The white cloth that was draped over the beam hadn't been removed even after the continuous funeral.

There were now two bare stone tombs in the ravine.

After the father and son were buried, there were only two women and a baby who had not reached the full moon. The family had lost all their manpower, and the land had been pawned by the dead man in charge. The few lands they had were pawned for the sake of their loss. A bit of jewelry was lost to men, but it was also lost to those who tried to force their way out of debt.

The two of them became increasingly sad. The two women cried all day long. At night, the two of them would often hear some activity in the room. Sometimes it would be said that his father had returned, and sometimes it would be said that his man had returned.

The path of the family immediately declined. His family members were also avoiding him. The two of them lived in famine. Even when he was starving, he didn't care about his moral integrity.

A bachelor from the village leaned on the window and watched for three days. On the fourth day, he came to stay with half a bag of food. The old woman carried Lai San-er outside the house and gnawed on the steamed bun that the bachelor had sent her. She also let her daughter-in-law and her bachelor live in the house.

One day, as if they hadn't seen this family open the door for a long time, a few of the village's idlers began to gather under the walnut tree: