prisoner in the door

Chapter 25: Chapter 25: "Red Jujube Village"

While thinking about these things in her heart, she took a quick look at the rooms in the yard.

She moved lightly and quickly, and made as little noise as possible, so the children who were taking a nap at home were not awakened by her behavior.

She glanced around, and then stood at the gate of the courtyard again like a reserved guest.

At this moment, Mo Zhenzhen didn't look so cowardly anymore.

Mo Zhenzhen had noticed it before, since she was recognized by the ancestors of the Li family, the villagers would not think it a problem if she lost her personality a little bit.

For example, when she framed those five backpackers before, according to her original personality, she shouldn't have the courage to 'complain' in front of so many villagers, but she did, and she was not punished by the system OOC.

Therefore, Mo Zhenzhen guessed that the range of ooc judged by the system was not that strict, or that the death penalty of ooc was not implemented by the system, but that ooc would cause death!
Of course, Mo Zhenzhen hasn't found an accurate answer to these two guesses. Li Feng only mentioned that the old player warned him not to destroy the character set in front of those villagers, and didn't say anything else.

……

The little woman was found, and Mo Zhenzhen thanked her face to face, as if a little cautious. The little woman was very happy, and enthusiastically pulled Mo Zhenzhen and said no thanks, it was too strange and so on.

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and Mo Zhenzhen left because she wanted to send the other rabbit to the ancestral hall.

Mo Zhenzhen made a temporary decision to send the rabbit to the ancestral hall. Originally, she was hesitant to send the rabbit to the village chief's house to gain more favor, or send the rabbit to the ancestral hall to show piety.

Giving the rabbit to the little woman is just what she needs. She needs to draw in the connection and relationship between "her home" and the neighbors in the neighborhood.

The little woman has a big mouth, and she will tell everyone about everything, such as sending her a rabbit and expressing her gratitude. It won't take long for her to spread the word all over the village.

Knowing how to repay kindness is a beautiful virtue no matter what time it is. Although the reward is only a rabbit, people who hear it will take the initiative to beautify it, and then subconsciously have some feelings for "her family". Good impression.

This is a short-term way to build up goodwill. Although the goodwill won't be too much, it is enough for the villagers to come forward to help when something happens to 'her house'.

According to what Li Feng said, this inner world is full of dangers. Mo Zhenzhen has never been a person who likes to fight alone.

When Mo Zhenzhen used the villagers to frighten the five backpackers before, she had a taste of the sweetness of having a large number of people. She will definitely not break these relationships.

After leaving the enthusiastic little woman's house, Mo Zhenzhen took no time to come to the ancestral hall.

This time Mo Zhenzhen knocked on the door of the ancestral hall, and it took a while before there was a response from the door, and it was still the hale and hearty old man who opened the door.

The old man looked at her a lot more easy-going this time, but when he saw the rabbit in her hand, he still showed a puzzled expression.

"This is you?..."

Mo Zhenzhen carefully observed the expression of the old man, hoping to see from his expression whether the disappeared Li Daniu and the others had successfully arrived at the ancestral hall.

Of course, while observing, she did not forget to talk to the old man.

Mo Zhenzhen showed a shy smile, and then handed the rabbit to the old man.

"Grandpa, I'm here to ask for something. I, I want to enshrine an ancestor tablet who has helped me at home."

The old man blinked, then turned sideways to let Mo Zhenzhen in.

"Come in and talk."

Mo Zhenzhen stepped across the threshold of the ancestral hall like a young girl who didn't know much about the world, and she didn't need the old man to ask anything, just met Li Sanya before and was reminded by Li Sanya to post about the door god Speak up.

Of course, according to Mo Zhenzhen, she didn't see a ghost, but was kindly reminded by Li Sanya in her dream.

The old man listened silently, and then said something.

"So it sounds like the other party has really helped you. If you have the heart, it's your wish to go and worship."

The old man obviously did not support Mo Zhenzhen's worship of such shallow blood relationship ancestors at home.

But Mo Zhenzhen came here for this reason.

"Grandpa, I, I think Li Sanya is a kind ancestor. Sometimes I feel very uneasy. I'm going to get married, and I..." As he said, he showed a weeping and hesitant look.

In fact, it would be great if I could shed tears at this time, but Mo Zhenzhen is not good at this.

The old man saw that Mo Zhenzhen seemed to be in great need of a spiritual sustenance, so he hesitated for a while and then nodded.

"Okay, but you have to promise me that you must take the tablet back to the ancestral hall to worship before you marry, and you must not take it to your husband's house."

Mo Zhenzhen nodded hastily, and then "smiled through tears", her face was full of joy and gratitude to the old man.

Mo Zhenzhen's acting skills are six points, and the rest is set off by this small body and miserable character!
The old man's heart softened, and he got up and asked about the dates of Li Sanya's birth and death and who his parents were.

Mo Zhenzhen had seen Li Sanya's grave. Although the wooden plaque on the grave had been decayed, she could still get a rough idea of ​​it.

After hearing this, the old man had a good idea, and then he asked Mo Zhenzhen to wait outside, and went to the inner courtyard by himself.

Mo Zhenzhen stood there, waiting quietly as if she was very nervous, but her ears were actually pricked up, listening to the movement around her all the time.

It wasn't until the old man came out holding a small obsolete tablet that she regained her smile.

This tablet is not high, not as good as a normal tablet, but it does have Li Sanya's name written on it, and apart from the date of birth and death and who the parents are, it also states the reason for Li Sanya's death—— died of illness.

Mo Zhenzhen thanked the old man a thousand times, and after leaving the rabbit behind, she respectfully held Li Sanya's tablet in front of her chest, looking very happy.

The old man was also infected by Mo Zhenzhen's emotions, and told her the precautions for offering with a soft expression.

In fact, there is nothing to pay attention to. After all, it is my own ancestor, and there are other ancestors watching. In addition, Li Sanya is a girl who died early, and there is no descendant to worship her. Now there is Mo Zhenzhen who is willing to invite her back. Consecration, which is a good thing for both parties.

So Mo Zhenzhen left very calmly, and the smile on her face never disappeared.

She doesn't shy away from people. If someone meets her, she will shyly tell the other party the story of being entrusted by her ancestors in a dream.

"whee……"

Approaching the front of the house, Mo Zhenzhen seemed to hear the laughter of a child.

She didn't turn her head, but stood at the gate of the courtyard, smiling and speaking under the watchful eyes of the two door gods.

"Li Sanya, you've entered the house!"

As she spoke, she pushed open the closed courtyard door, and stepped into the courtyard holding Li Sanya's tablet.

The gold and silver windmill turned and turned, Li Sanya stepped in Mo Zhenzhen's shadow, and followed Mo Zhenzhen across the courtyard gate somewhat cautiously.

The door god on the courtyard door moved, and a pair of eyes looked straight at Li Sanya who entered the door.

Under the gaze of the door god, Li Sanya shrank her neck and bent down, and the windmill in her hand stopped turning.

But after she crossed the threshold and found that nothing happened, she looked around happily again, and the windmill in her hand whizzed again.

It's just that this time there is no white mist to stir it up, and the sun seems to be falling on its golden paper side, lining this somewhat crude windmill with golden light.

(End of this chapter)