Group pet little lucky girl: Jiaojiao bag brings the whole family rich

Chapter 37 The Fire Burns the Temple
leave?

Li Xiaodao and the others widened their eyes in surprise, and opened their mouths, unable to speak for a long time.

"Yes, leave."

Fat Miao'er looked at the stunned expressions of the four of them, and nodded heavily.

Stretching out his chubby fingers, he said methodically in a soft voice: "One, if someone dies here, living here will cause psychological discomfort."

Especially since they killed this person!
"Second, it's far away from the village, so it's not safe."

"If it was in the village, what happened today would never have happened." Fat Miao'er shook his head slowly.

The old beggar dared to arrest her so blatantly, because he saw that the place was remote and no one knew about it.

Fat Miaoer emphasized: "One more thing, we are not little beggars with nothing now, we have food, we have ways to get money, and we will buy all kinds of things in the future."

"This dilapidated temple is simple, the doors and windows are not tight, and it can't guard against people. If thieves sneak in while we are away and take away what belongs to us, what should we do?"

Fat Miao'er's crisp voice is eloquent and eloquent, and his analysis is clear and logical.

Li Xiaodao, Wei Shu and others involuntarily nodded along.

"You are right, this is indeed our concern, but where can we go after leaving the ruined temple?" Li Xiaodao sighed softly.

They are beggars with no relatives, no family, and only this dilapidated temple can shelter them from the wind and rain, and they will have nowhere to go if they leave here.

"Yeah! Where can we go!"

This sentence resonated with Liu Ye'er, Wei Shu, and Luo Pan, and their eyes were unknowingly stained with desolation.

Looking at the burning fire in front of my eyes, I thought silently, when will this hard life end?
"Let's go into the village."

Fat Miao'er raised his head and said loudly.

"Into the village?"

Several people look at me and I look at you, this is something they never dared to think about.

"That's right! It's entering the village."

Fat Miao'er's immature cheeks are still innocent, with an unprecedented firmness.

She secretly thought in her heart that she couldn't wait any longer. According to her original plan, she had saved enough money before winter and went to the village to build a house.

But the plan didn't change quickly. When this happened, she had to advance the original plan.

"This ruined temple can't be left anymore, let's set it on fire."

"Burn it!"

Fat Meow'er's voice fell, crisp and decisive.

Now that the matter has been done, all traces must be cleaned up to ensure the safety of the five people.

……

A quarter of an hour later.

The flames soaring into the sky accompanied by intense smoke blazed up in the dark night. The crimson flames seemed to go crazy, desperately devouring everything in the ruined temple.

"Crack!"

I don't know how long it took, but the beam finally couldn't support it and suddenly broke, and the whole ruined temple collapsed in the fire.

Not far away, five figures watched all this silently, watching it happen, seeing it coming to an end.

Dashi Village.

Hearing his wife's snoring, old man Zhang turned back and forth irritably, unable to fall asleep no matter what.

"Can you stop beating!" Old man Zhang pushed the old woman aside impatiently.

I couldn't help but complain in my heart, there are so many old men and old ladies in Dashi Village, none of them snore as loudly as his wife.

His old lady dared to be the second, but no one would recognize the first.

"Hulu~lulu~~"

As soon as the words fell, a series of violent snoring sounded again.

"It's endless, it's annoying!"

Old man Zhang was furious, threw off the quilt, put on his shoes, stood up, opened the door and went out.

Turn left and follow the small door into the back garden.

In the southeast of the garden, there is a small hut built by the Zhang family for the use of the Zhang family.

This is not only clean and hygienic, but also can store feces, retting in winter, and making fertilizer in spring.

"Squeak!"

At this moment, the old man Zhang felt the urge to urinate, and while unbuttoning his pants, he unsteadily opened the door of the latrine.

"Crash!"

After a burst of water, old man Zhang felt relieved, put on his trousers, and left the hut.

Just two steps away, he paused, and asked in puzzlement, "Why is it so bright?"

The old man Zhang raised his head and looked out of the village through the fence of the garden. It was unusually red there.

"Don't start a fire."

Muttering something in a low voice, old man Zhang turned around and walked towards the fence.

The Zhang family is close to the entrance of the village, and the back garden is not covered. Looking from this direction, you can just see the outside of the village.

Old man Zhang squinted his eyes, stood on tiptoe, and saw the raging fire accompanied by thick smoke.

With a jolt, the old man Zhang suddenly recovered from his drowsiness, his eyes widened in surprise.

He shouted loudly, "It's on fire! It's on fire! Come out and put out the fire!"

The loud voice broke the tranquility of the small courtyard, and the brothers of the Zhang family ran out of the room in a panic.

While putting on his clothes and shoes, he asked, "Father, where is the fire, where is the fire?"

The men of Zhang's family looked back and forth, and when they turned around, they saw Old Man Zhang running back from the garden.

Old man Zhang stretched out his hand and pointed: "Outside the village, it seems to be... a ruined temple."

The night was too dark and pitch black, and old man Zhang couldn't be sure where the fire was coming from.

"Broken temple?"

The eldest son of the Zhang family slapped his head: "I remember that there are still a few little beggars living in the ruined temple, but don't kill anyone, go and have a look."

The man from the Zhang family picked up the bucket, filled it with water, threw his legs and rushed towards the ruined temple.

Suddenly, the unworn shoes flew up and disappeared into the night.

The second son of the Zhang family slowed down his steps, curled up his exposed toes, and then returned to normal, standing on tiptoe with a bucket in his hand and continuing to flush.

Old man Zhang was not idle when his son put out the fire. All the female relatives in the family were tormented by him and ran to the village to call for help.

After a while, more and more people were running with buckets in Dashi Village.

Zhou family.

Zhou's family, who had done farm work all day, were soundly asleep, "Bang! Bang! Bang!" A loud knock on the door woke them up.

"Who is it, it's so late?" Mrs. Ma frowned, without opening her eyes or raising her head, and pushed Zhou Laoer next to her: "Go out and have a look."

"I'm not going, why don't you go!"

Zhou Lao Er turned over, turned his back to Ma Shi, and continued to sleep.

"Do you want to go or not!" Shi Ma curled his lips and turned over.

The two of them stood back to back and slept in their own separate rooms.

Only Zhou Laosan and Mr. Zhou heard the sound, got up immediately, and came out to check.

The two father and son met in the yard and walked to the gate together.

"It's so late to knock on the door, what happened in the village?" Mr. Zhou asked aloud.

"It seems that there is a fire outside the village. Let your family members carry buckets to fight the fire."

"Outside the village?"

Mr. Zhou was a little confused, with doubts in his voice.

In the middle of the night, why was there a fire outside the village.

On the contrary, Zhou Laosan seemed to have thought of something, his pupils shrank suddenly, his hands tightly grasped the shoulder of the visitor, and asked in a deep voice, "Where is outside the village?"

"Broken temple!"

As soon as the two words came out, Zhou Laosan tilted his body as if struck by lightning, and fell down.

(End of this chapter)