Eat the incense of the world, I am actually the underworld

"Huh—the world is hard!"

Mo Chuan exhaled lightly, and then looked back.

This incense stick is easy to get, and this matter is the same as the cattle loss incident in Heyuan Village, which can be solved with a little money.

He used to be short of money, but now that he has cultivated the method of big and small, the most important thing he lacks is such vulgar things.

What does it mean to regard money as dung?

is not morally high;

It's not that you can't get what you ask for, you have to be free and easy;
But it's really as much as dung.

What he is most concerned about now is the result of [Boiled Stone].

Three feet of grass and trees were exchanged for a wisp of ashes and turbid smoke, like dust and fog, and the material could not be identified.

"It seems that this place is really a ghost realm."

Mo Chuan was not surprised by this result. With a calm expression, he twisted the turbid smoke around his fingers and put it into a thin-necked white porcelain bottle.

Then he strolled around the park again.

Boiling a stone or a shrub from time to time, even underground mice and birds in the trees have not escaped his poisonous hands.

However, no matter what it is, it will eventually turn into a wisp of light and cloudy smoke.

The substances that make up this world seem to be extremely light and minute, but under certain rules, they seem to be solid and full of vitality.

"My main body is Dianxian, and all living beings in this world are probably Dianxian. The environment that can maintain the existence of Dianxian is naturally the same kind of substance."

Mo Chuan shook his head, and left the forest park while thinking secretly.

Instead of going home immediately, he went to a gold shop and bought a gold transfer bead bracelet. After getting the supplies, I went home.

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Mosquitoes in autumn nights are very rampant. They probably know that this is the last meal for mosquitoes. When they bite people, they will never fly away until their stomachs are full.

So much so that it often turns into a touch of disgusting mosquito blood, which sticks to people.

"Snapped!"

No, the girl slapped a slap on her leg, killing a mosquito that was feasting and sucking blood on human skin.

"Not asleep yet?"

The mother who was lying beside her, waving a cattail fan, asked in a low voice.

The girl didn't say anything, she pretended to be asleep.

Because if she didn't fall asleep, her mother would definitely shake her cattail fan again, she didn't want her mother to work so hard.

It was strange to say that she usually fell asleep when she touched the pillow, but she couldn't fall asleep today.

She knows why?
Because happy.

She finally ate the egg she had been thinking about for a long time.

One for the younger brother, one for her.

I remember the last time I ate it, it was still summer, and my mother went to dig out eggs from the chicken coop, and the ground cracked accidentally, so I boiled them.

The egg was cut in half, the brother had a big half, and she had a small half.

Because she is an older sister, she wants to let her younger brother.

It was the small half, and in the end I gave half to my younger brother, because she was not willing to eat, so she ran around the village with it in her hand, showing off for a long time.

In fact, there is no shortage of eggs at home.

There are three hens in the family. In summer, she and her younger brother often catch monkeys and feed them to the chickens. They hope that their mother can cook one, but those eggs are finally sold in the market.

While enduring the itching, there was some movement beside her, and the mother got up and left.

The girl breathed a sigh of relief, turned over, opened her eyes slightly, and through the faint moonlight, she saw her mother throwing back the old and patched mosquito net and walking towards the main room.

Not long after, low-pitched weeping came from the main room.

The voice is very low, and it can only be so clear in the silence of the night.

The girl blinked her eyes.

She vaguely knew something, but she was a little dazed.

She didn't understand why those well-dressed people took away their food.

"The ancestors, the ancestors..."

It didn't take long before the subtle voice of prayer came, faint like the hum of cicadas, making people sleepy, and the girl fell into a drowsy sleep after hearing it.

Not long after, she was suddenly awakened by a violent shaking.

There was a shout in my ear.

"Girl...Girl, wake up, wake up!"

"Hmm...mother?"

The girl opened her eyes in a daze, and the sky was so bright that she could only see the outline of the person in front of her, but she still recognized her mother at a glance.

"Girl, mother asked you, did anyone come to the house yesterday?"

The backlight prevented the girl from seeing her mother's face clearly, but she could still hear excitement and unbelievable emotions from her mother's tone.

"...Nothing."

The ignorant girl, with a dazed look on her face, subconsciously added after she woke up for a while:

"Second Aunt, come borrow the scissors..."

"Is there anyone else besides her?"

"No, no!"

"Really?"

"Mom, I didn't go out to play, I was at home all the time, so I went out to cut pigweed in the afternoon..."

The girl thought that something was lost at home, she immediately woke up and explained quickly.

The woman said no more, turned and left.

Seeing this, the girl quickly got up and chased after her.

I saw my father standing in front of the rice barn, reaching out and inserting his hand into the newly harvested autumn grain, scooping it up again and again.

"How is it?" the girl's mother asked nervously.

"Nothing, what does the girl say?"

"The girl said, no one came over."

"Girl, tell me the truth, no one is here? You dare to lie, I will break your leg!"

Seeing the girl lying beside the door, the old man rolled his eyes, pretended to be angry, and asked.

"Father, I really didn't go out to play!"

The girl was about to cry from fright, with a pale face, she hurriedly explained.

"I asked you if anyone is here?"

"No, no one..."

"Okay, let's see how you scare the child." The woman quickly interrupted her husband's questioning, and said expectantly, "Is this... enough to pay the autumn tax?"

"Enough is enough, there is still room left, hurry up and dig more wild vegetables before the frost, this winter will not worry."

While talking, the old man picked up a grain of millet, stuffed it into his mouth and licked it open, looking at the ears of grain full of oil, his face was full of joy.

"Then there's no need to sell it, right?"

The woman stammered again and asked.

"no, I'm fine!"

The woman's eyes turned red when she heard the words, and she almost cried out. She covered her mouth and sobbed, "It must be the ancestor's manifestation, it must be the ancestor's manifestation!"

The old man was shocked when he heard the words.

In the early morning of this day, the girl saw an unforgettable scene in her life.

Father and mother jingled a lot of dishes early in the morning.

I also boiled a lot of eggs, and it was as lively as the Chinese New Year.

Mother was still on the table leg, tied a thin thread to act as a knife blade, and cut the eggs into petals, and placed them on the plate as a plate of meat dishes.

That miraculous operation made the girl's eyes shine.

Afterwards, a plate of dishes was placed under the tablet in the main room, and the mother took her and her younger brother to kneel in front of the tablet and bowed their heads to worship.

During this process, the girl finally understood what happened at home?
——The ancestors appeared, and the food increased.

The family is not afraid of those well-dressed people coming to collect food.

This news made the girl very excited, eager to show off with her friends.

When she went out to cut pigweed in the afternoon, she couldn't wait to share it with her friends, which attracted countless admiring or questioning eyes, and there was unavoidable quarrel during the period.

When she got home, she was surprised to find that the small yard was full of villagers.